Six Sentence Sunday

I've been working very hard to get my next book, Ty Hard ready for release within the next couple of weeks. I'm so excited to introduce you to Tyler and Cass for this week's Six Sentence Sunday. 

The Set up:

Tyler has known he was gay his entire life, but a family tragedy, convinced him he could never act on his desires. His father even went so far as to take him to the recruiter on his seventeenth birthday in order to get him out of the house. Ten years later, Ty is a former Navy SEAL, discharged after a near-fatal head wound in Afghanistan. 

Cassidy "Cass" Cartwright owns Willow Springs Ranch on in north west Arizona. Comfortable with who he is, Cass has never had a relationship that lasted more than a couple of hours, and he likes it that way. Until circumstances bring Tyler to Cass' door and the cowboy falls hard. It a slow seduction...

Six Sentences:

Cass knew Ty waged a personal war between pleasure and shame and he was determined to make sure his lover’s pleasure emerged a clear victor in this battle. Again, a fierce sense of possessiveness swept through Cass, but he pushed the feeling aside and focused on Ty.

“God, please, Cass, I—” Ty said, his voice tight.
 
“Go ahead, baby…tell me what you need.”
 
“You...oh God, don’t stop, I need you,” Ty said on a sigh.
 
“Don't worry, I’ll never stop, lover,” Cass said.


The Blurb:

After six long months in rehab, Navy Veteran Tyler Hardin received his medical discharge and heads west to visit with his mentor and surrogate father, only to arrive minutes after his old friend passes. Ranch owner Cass Cartwright takes one look at the handsome stranger and knows he's in danger of doing the one thing he swore never to do: fall in love. Cass works to convince Tyler to overcome his past and give a relationship with another man a chance, even while someone is working to sabotage his ranch, and maybe their love.

The Whole Scene:

He held Ty’s gaze for a long minute, giving him every opportunity to change his mind, praying he wouldn’t. Cass had never wanted a man more than he wanted Ty, and he wasn’t about to fuck it up by moving too fast. It was like breaking a horse, only a helluva lot more important. He needed to get Ty used to his voice, to his touch, before they went any further.

And what will you do with him once he’s broken, asked the small voice in his brain. What makes you think this one’s any different from all the others? How long before you push him away, just like the rest? He brushed the thought aside as his mouth claimed Ty’s once again, before he started the long, slow exploration of the other man’s body.

Cass was used to rangy cowboys, with long, hard muscles, and who smelled of leather and hard work. Ty was big, bulky, and he smelled…well, fuck. He smelled delicious. Just like one the goddamn cinnamon rolls he’d made for breakfast. Cass slid his tongue over Ty’s spicy skin, tracing a path along his neck, covering his collarbone in kisses.

Ty’s well-defined pecs were covered with dark, silky hair and topped with flat coppery disks. Cass stroked one nipple with his tongue and then he blew on the dampened skin. He worked at the puckered peak with his teeth and mouth, drawing a moan of pleasure from the other man, before moving to the other nipple. When he judged that Ty was ready for more, Cass followed the ridges and planes of the most defined abs he’d ever seen.

Ty’s muscles quivered under the assault and his moan of pleasure drove straight to Cass’ already rock hard cock. Pushing aside his own need for release, Cass followed the trail of hair as it vee’d a path straight to the treasure he’d been craving since he’d first laid eyes on Tyler. He pulled Tyler’s jeans the rest of the way off, taking his underwear with them. Extending proudly from a triangle of curly black hair, Ty’s engorged cock twitched and throbbed, as if begging for long-denied attention.

Kneeling between Ty’s thighs and pressing his face into the soft nest of curls, Cass breathed deeply of the spicy man-scent that was uniquely Ty. “Fuck, Ty. You smell so good,” he murmured, just before his tongue darted out to capture the pearlescent drop of pre-cum hovering on the broad cap of Tyler’s cock.

Ty gasped, his back arched, and his hips thrust at the first touch of tongue. Cass quickly took the weeping tip into his mouth, gentle at first, pulling, sucking. Keeping his hand fisted around the base of Tyler’s prick, he worked at the tip, flicking his tongue into the slit, spreading moisture along the thick column, teasing and tasting.

The tension in Tyler’s body radiated from his every pore.

Cass knew Ty waged a personal war between pleasure and shame and he was determined to make sure his lover’s pleasure emerged a clear victor in this battle. Again, a fierce sense of possessiveness swept through Cass, but he pushed the feeling aside and focused on Ty.  
“God, please, Cass, I—” Ty said, his voice tight.


“Go ahead, baby…tell me what you need.” 


“You...oh God, don’t stop, I need you,” Ty said on a sigh.
 
“Don't worry, I’ll never stop, lover,” Cass said. Then cupping Tyler’s balls in one hand, he pumped his own cock with his other hand. Ty’s sac drew up tight, and he knew neither of them would last much longer. Opening his jaws wide, he took Ty’s cock deep and fast, letting it bump against the back of his throat with each hard stroke. Ty’s hips thrust in strong, jerky movements. When Ty began to fuck his mouth, Cass hummed around his cock, letting him know he could take it harder.

“Oh fuuuuck,” Ty yelled, his head thrown back, hips pushed up.

Cass opened his throat and swallowed around the big cock, enjoying the feel of the hot cum shooting down his throat. He continued to milk every drop, even as his own load shot into his hand.

Ty Hard is now available for pre-orders at All Romance eBooks.

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