J.D. Ryan

The cowboys of the T-Lazy-A and the M-L Connected just don’t see eye to eye. In fact, they hate each other. So when Hank Collins rides up to the waterhole to find an M-L Connected rider floating on his side of the pond, his hackles naturally rise. And when that rider challenges him to a bout of fisticuffs ... well, what red-blooded cowboy could turn down such a dare? There's only one problem: Hank quickly becomes all too aware that his opponent isn't just physically fit, but downright arresting. What's a cowboy to do when the man who's caught his eye rides for the wrong brand?

Riding for the Brand

“Push down,” Tex suggested. “You got to open up.”


Hank pushed, and Tex had three fingers inside him within no time. Hank sucked in a deep breath at the sensation of his ass stretching open. He shoved backwards as Tex shoved forward, letting his ass get used to the feeling. Tex slid his other hand around Hank’s waist and fisted his cock. That sure helped him relax. Within a few minutes, Hank was taking all three fingers without a thought, sliding back and forth like a bucking cowpony. And, like a pony, he was ready to be ridden.


“Let’s get the show on the road,” he said, grinding his ass against Tex’s hand. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”


Tex’s big hand left Hank’s cock and moved to his ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Hank felt the hard knob of the man’s cock at his puckered opening. He swallowed hard, wondering if this was going to work or not. Tex pressed forward slowly.


Chapter 7