Conrad, Kelly - Rogue Preacher (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove) (7 page)

Vince mounted him and lifted Sunset’s knees up high, and rubbed the head of his cock against his hole.

Sunset moaned, anticipating a wild, hot plunge. He clung to Vince, the two of them bucking like the broncos that Vince broke. And then he felt the red-hot plunge and let out a guttural moan. It felt like a hot, fiery rod that increased in dimension until it filled his hole completely. It was like flames bursting, and growing bigger with each thrust. While plunging in and out, Vince moaned in Sunset’s ear, his hot breath almost singeing his face. Finally, he came, flooding Sunset with what felt like hot molten lava.

With lust eating him up, Sunset began writhing around on the bed like a cat in heat. He gasped in anticipation when he felt Vince edge downward and take his cock into his mouth.

Sunset arched and stiffened as Vince licked and sucked him. And then when he felt the back of his throat swallowing his forbidden juices that fell into his throat, Sunset went crazy with desire. He grabbed his head and sunk his fingers into his hair like claws. He began a wild thrust into Vince’s mouth, his cock going in deeper and deeper. He became even more frenzied, his body wet and flushed, and his muscles tense. And then suddenly his cock burst, the cum spewing out in spasms until he lay back, weak and spent. Although he didn’t know where he would get the strength to continue, Vince and Chick were building another fire inside him with their hands and tongues. As they licked and sucked on his nipples, he found himself responding, grabbing Chick and fondling his cock and balls with a titillating rub and squeeze. Finally, when Chick mounted Sunset, Vince rose up on his knees and buried his cock in the crease of Chick’s butt and came again, over and over while he nibbled on Chick’s back. And then he reached down and gave Chick a finger fuck in his ass that had Chick moaning and writhing while his cock and Sunset’s did a dance together, their cocks and balls mating in the dark, humid, intimate space between their legs.

It was the wildest night Sunset had ever known, and when it was over, he looked dreamily up from the tangled bodies and fell asleep.

* * * *

Sunset woke the next day thinking about Vince. He’d learned to love lying beneath Vince, his legs open and his cock and his ass just waiting to be fucked. Sometimes it was slow, but at other times it was hot and fevered. But whatever it was, when their cocks pressed together, it was pure heaven for him. He loved it when he moved slowly and intimately against his cock, bringing him into a sinful place where the sensations rode a dark wave and built to a massive high where he could do nothing but shatter. He loved afterward when he lay close, inhaling his manly scents. Dust, dirt, and sweat never smelled so good as it did on Vince after a long day of riding and roping. He pictured Vince on a bucking bronco, the mastery of handling a wild animal. He hadn’t only tamed his horses. He had tamed Sunset, as well. All it took was a long, hard cock and a pair of lips that curled into one of the sexiest smiles he’d ever seen.

As he lay there thinking, he noticed he was getting hard again and wanted to make love with Vince again. But he wanted it to be just him this time. He wanted to feel the closeness of having Vince all to himself. He wanted to wrap himself around his solid frame and enjoy his body until he fell asleep.

Oh, God,
he thought as he closed his eyes and inhaled Vince’s intoxicating odor on the sheets he wrapped himself in.
It had happened. He was falling in love with his wife’s killer!

* * * *

Later, Vince and Chick were leaning over a kind of map that was lying out on a crude table beside a potbellied stove. The two men looked up when Sunset walked in.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asked.

Vince glanced over at Chick and gave him a furtive nod.

Chick immediately turned and walked over to the stove for some coffee. “Anyone for coffee?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Sunset said. “I’ll take some.” He looked down at the paper and then over at Vince. “Is there somethin’ goin’ on that I should know about?”

“Not unless you want to.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

Vince looked up and stared right into Sunset’s eyes. “I mean, we’re scopin’ out the little town of Utica. Now, this here’s big business, Sunset, and I know you bein’ new to our gang might not be ready to go into this with us.”

“You mean, you’re plannin’ a…”

Vince nodded. “We’d like to have you with us, but it might be best if you just looked on from the sidelines this time. We can’t take the chance that you might mess things up. I know you wouldn’t intentionally, but one wrong move is all it’d take.”

“You mean you’re plannin’ a robbery?”

“Not a robbery,” Vince repeated with a girlish mimic to his voice. “A fuckin’ robbery!” he almost shouted with a growl to his voice.

Sunset looked at Vince, feeling as if he was making fun of him, and his anger spiraled. “You stupid bastard! You think you can go into Utica and rob a bank, just the two of you?”

“Why not?”

“Why not?” His gaze jumped from one to the other. “You call yourself a gang? Two stupid jerks who have more nerve than sense?”

“We were a gang!” Vince yelled. “That is until you emptied your gun into three of my men the day your wife died!”

“Don’t bring her into this! And don’t remind me of the darkest day of my life. I’m over it, see, and we ain’t gonna mention it again. Got it?”

“You ain’t over it!” Vince yelled.

“I ain’t over it? Vince, I’m here playin’ house with my wife’s killer for God’s sake! I eat with you, I sleep with you, and I fuck the hell out of you! What more do you want?”

Vince was quiet for a moment as he raked his fingers through his hair and paced around the room. He hadn’t intended to mention his wife to Sunset ever again, but it had been bothering him. Hell, the truth was, he was jealous of a fucking ghost and shot her again and again in his mind. He could tell that Sunset thought of her now and then, and it bothered the hell out of him. He knew he’d never have him completely until the memory of his wife was erased from his mind. But how could he do that? If the bullet that killed her hadn’t done it, what would it take? Would loving him do it? Would fucking him do it? One thing he knew wouldn’t do it, and that was acting like a jealous lover.

“Look,” he finally said. “I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean to bring her up. It’s just that…” He looked up at Sunset, at his untamed, rugged face, his wild eyes, and his hard body, and said, “I guess I just love you too much.”

Sunset turned away. “I think it’ll be better if I don’t go on this one…or any other for that matter. I may be a lot of things, Vince, but I ain’t no bank robber.”

“No, you just rob poor people of every dime they’ve got by askin’ them to give it to Jesus! Give it to Jesus, my hind leg. You’re a bigger robber than I ever thought about bein’. Them people gave you their life savings, and you gave it to a cowboy you met in a dark alley. Hell, you didn’t even see his face half the time.”

“How the hell do you know what I did?”

“I was one of them, remember?” Vince looked back down at the map when suddenly he stopped dead still. And then, as if a light had just went on in his brain he looked up and stared at Sunset. “Oh, my God, the answer’s been right here all along.”

“What’s been here?” Chick asked. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“I’m talkin’ about our ticket to the big time.”

“What?”

“Hey, preacher,” Vince said, “if you did it then, you can do it now.”

“Oh, my God,” Chick said, “are you crazy?”

“Sure,” Vince continued. “You’re a preacher. Everyone knows you. And the way you preach, you’d fill the tent every night. Why, I saw you heal broken limbs, open blind eyes, and cast out friggin’ demons. Now, whether it was real or not, I don’t know, but no wonder they were so willing to give you their life savings. Look at what they got in return. Damn, Sunset, you’re worth your weight in gold. Hell, by the time anyone found out,
if
they found out, we’d be on the trail again to the next town.”

Sunset looked at Vince, his eyes licking fire. “You want me to go and preach to a tent full of people and rob them of their life savings?”

“You did it once, why not now?”

“But I did it because I believed! Sure, maybe I didn’t walk the walk of faith every day of my life, but in my own way, I believed. And then when the tragedy happened I got mad at God. We weren’t simply on the outs. I cursed Him with everything I had and walked away. I not only threw my Bible, my cross, and my rule book in a hole with her. I threw away every ounce of faith I had.”

“You mean it’s all in the grave with her?”

“Not in the coffin, just…layin’ on top.”

“Well, hell, it ain’t gonna do you much good down there, is it?”

“Maybe not, but that’s where it is.”

“It’s okay. We’ll…we’ll get it back.”

“It won’t work, Vince. I was a member of the Full Gospel Association. My name was on a list of itinerate preachers that traveled through the West, bringin’ the gospel to the people. We believed in the salvation of a man’s soul and the miracle of laying on of hands.” Suddenly he raised a hand and shouted with a trembling voice, “We were G-o-o-o-o-d’s people!”

“Oh, my God, look at him,” Vince whispered to Chick. “It’s just like it used to be. Sunset Carson could call fire down from heaven.”

Sunset slumped down into a chair. “God, how I miss it. I didn’t realize how much until now.”

“This is the answer, Sunset,” Vince said as he knelt before him. “You go do the thing you love, and we all get rich.”

“But I’d be prostitutin’ my gift.”

“Hell, Sunset, what were you doin’ before? You robbed the donation plate every night payin’ out money to a bunch of faceless cowboys for a cock ride in a dark alley. Why is now different than then?”

“B-Because…well, I thought I was doin’ it for God.”

“Your fuckin’ cock was your god, Sunset. Don’t you get the picture yet? You were doin’ it for yourself and your fuckin’ cock!”

“But it was different then…somehow.”

“It’ll be different now.”

“They’d never take me back. My reputation with the Full Gospel Association is ruined. They think I fell from grace, and well…I guess I did.”

“Don’t they have preachers that go out on their own? What do they call those that don’t have some kind of Association behind them?”

“Independents.”

“What is the advantage of going that way?”

“You can preach your own beliefs instead of those of the Association.”

“Well, there you are,” Vince said. “That’s it. That’s the answer.” Suddenly he rose from his knees and began to pace while stroking his chin. Finally he stopped and turned to Sunset. “Do you still have all your…well, your tent, your podium, and your songbooks? They must be somewhere. You sure as hell didn’t throw those into the hole after your wife, did you?”

“They’re stored in a barn close to the Pecos River.”

“Hell, that includes both Mexico and Texas. What’s it near?”

“It’s on the Texas side at Seminole Canyon. It’s easy enough to find. There’s a shack there that I stayed in for the three years I was there. I don’t even know if it’s still standin’.”

“We’ll have to go and find out,” Vince said and then turned to begin his pace again while raking his fingers through his hair. “Chick, round up everything we need to make the trip.” Suddenly, he grabbed the map and tore it to shreds. “We can forget this. We don’t need it anymore. You’re gonna preach our way into a fortune.”

Sunset sat there watching Vince, wondering if there was a scripture somewhere in the Bible that warned against preachers that spoke with a forked tongue.

Chapter Seven

Sunset Carson

Preaching here tonight!

Come One, Come All!

Bring the lost, the sick and the lame!

The first time Sunset saw it, he couldn’t believe it. During all the days that he preached, he had never put up a sign like that one. Sure, they had flyers made up that they posted all over town, but never anything like this.

“What the hell is all of this?” he asked when he found Vince. “Banners, pennants, you got this place lookin’ like a circus.”

“Hey, you do the preachin’. I’ll do the promotin’.”

Now, as he looked through a small parting in the tent at the people who streamed in to hear him preach, it all seemed so familiar. The music, the platform, even the atmosphere had a familiar feel. It had always been his practice to get down on his knees and pray just before he went out, but why bother? God would only spit in his face, he was sure of it. He finally moved away, picked up his Bible, and started to go out, but he just couldn’t. Not until he spoke to God, just like he did in the old days. He knelt down on one knee, lifted his eyes toward heaven, and said, “God, I won’t take up your time since I know you ain’t got no use for me anymore. And I don’t blame you. I know I been bad…turnin’ my back on you, and everythin’, but I was awful hurt when you took my wife. Anyway, I’m back now, and if you’ve a mind to, I just wish you’d use me out there tonight if you can. Well…thanks for listenin’.”