~MARK'S POV~
I look up at him and my heart almost breaks as I see the tears in his eyes. I hadn't meant to force him to do
something that he didn't feel comfortable with. I just wanted to give him a "special" birthday present. Was
that selfish of me?
"I thought you wanted this," I whisper as I raise up and let him scoot out from underneath me.
My cock is throbbing so hard that I'm tempted to force him on all fours and take him hard, and I have to
force myself to push that thought from my mind. Our relationship is at a very fragile point right now, and I
don't want him to think that he can't trust me or for him to become afraid of me.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, pulling a pillow in front of him trying to hide his nakedness.
"What's wrong?" I ask, gently brushing his cheek. I smile as he leans into the touch instead of flinching away
from it.
"I can't," he whispers as he starts to sob.
"Why?"
"You wouldn't understand," he whimpers.
I tilt his chin up. "Try me."
He gulps as he wipes his tears away. "When I was eight my dad and stepmother were killed. My little
brother, Christian, was kidnapped," he whispers, sniffling as the memories flooded back to his mind. "I vowed
that I would never fall in love until I found him. I can't love you. I can't love anyone," he whimpers as he
chews on his bottom lip.
I'd heard about his family and the tragedy that befell them, but he couldn't live without love.
"Christian would want you to be happy," I argue.
"NO!" Adam snaps. "Don't you understand? He cried out for me to help him, to save him, but I was too
scared to move from my hiding place!"
"You were a child," I continue to argue.
"I should've helped him," he whimpers.
I pull Adam to me, holding him against my chest as I stroke his hair as he starts to cry again. "It's not your
fault Adam, but you do have to go on."
The painful memories of my past came flooding back to my own memory. The fire. My brother. The
destruction of my family.
"I can't," Adam whispers as he tries to pull away.
"I love you Adam Copeland," I whisper, surprised at how easily the words flowed from my mouth without
any hesitation.
He looks at me startled.
"You love me? But I'm acting like a.....whore," Adam whispers innocently.
I can't stop the chuckle that escapes my throat. "You're far from being one of those long legs. You're the love
of my life," I growl as I pull him to me.
Adam blushes. He's confused and scared so I do the only thing I can think of, and pull him closer to me,
kissing him so deeply that neither of us can breathe. I smile as he spreads his legs for me.
~ADAM'S POV~
I gasp for air when Mark finally releases my mouth. Did I just see stars?
I jump as his large hands cup my ass and pulls me back underneath him. He feels so right. How can
something this good be so wrong?
He's right. I have to live my life. I have to face the fact that I might never see Christian again. He's the one
reason I've stayed in this town so long. I was hoping he would escape and come home, but I can't live in the
past anymore. I just hope that there is someone watching out for him like Mark is for me.
Mark wastes no time as he leans down and engulfs my cock once again, sucking hard. I whimper and grip the
sheets. "Mark," I gasp as his tongue swirls around the head.
I couldn't stop if I wanted to. I come so hard and fast that I nearly pass out.
I'm surprised as he swallows all that I have to offer, milking me.
After licking me clean, he raises up and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself.
~MARK'S POV~
God, he's so beautiful. I still can't believe that he agreed to have an old gunfighter like myself to share his bed
and be his first lover. I lick my lips hungrily as I look down at him.
He raises up quickly and pushes me onto my back.
"Adam?" I asked amused, but a little confused.
"Don't you want me to...you know," he whispers blushing a beautiful shade of red. I feel the trembling of his
body against mine.
I laugh. "I don't think you're ready for that yet darling," I say, stroking my cock through my jeans. If I got
any harder, I was going to rip the fabric.
~ADAM'S POV~
He laughed at me? What does he mean that I'm not ready? If he can do it, I can.
He tries to raise up, but I push him back down, grinning at him as I unbuckle his jeans, jerking them down.
I gasp as his huge cock springs free.
"You sure you want that boy?" He asks smirking.
I stare at his enormous cock in awe. Damn! Will it even fit in my mouth?
"Scared?" Mark teases as he starts to stroke it.
"No," I whisper as I brush his hands away from it, leaning down and lapping at the huge mushroom head,
savoring the salty taste.
I open my mouth and allow the head to pop into it, but almost gag.
Damn! How did he do it so easily?
His hands tangle in my hair, forcing my head down, holding me in place.
"Just lick it," he whispers huskily.
I start at the head, swirling my tongue around it before licking it up and down.
He growls deeply as he arches his hips up.
I grin proudly as he starts to squirm. He's at my mercy now.
I yelp as I'm suddenly flipped onto my stomach and then pulled up so that I'm on my hands and knees,
spread open for him as he maneuvers himself behind me.
I jump as his tongue licks along the crack of my ass.
Holy.......
I've heard about this, but never expected to experience it personally. I pull away as his tongue tries to press
inside of me.
"Hold still," Mark growls as he grips my hips.
I try to hold still, but I can't. I squirm as he presses his tongue inside of me.
"Too tight," Mark growls as he pulls away and stands up, quickly ridding himself of his boots, then his clothes.
I watch as he walks over to his desk and picks up the oil lamp, taking the glass globe off.
"What are you doing?" I ask confused.
"We need oil so that I don't hurt you," he whispers as he raises it and lets some of it trickle down my exposed
crack.
I shiver at the coolness of it.
He slips an oiled finger into me and I instantly understand why we need the oil. I try to squirm away, but his
arm wraps around my lower abdomen holding me in place.
"Relax," he whispers, "it hurts the first time."
He adds another finger and I squirm uncomfortably. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Ohhhhh," I gasp as he pushes against something inside of me, causing me to buck my hips in total
abandonment.
He chuckles as he aims for that spot each time.
"Mark!" I scream.
He ignores me as he nibbles and places soft kisses along my spine. I can feel his huge cock brushing against
the back of my thighs as I push back onto his fingers, trying to take in more of them.
"Want me to ride you?" He whispers in my ear.
I nod, trying desperately to breathe.
"Once I mount you, no other will ever touch you again. I'll kill them first," he growls.
"Make me yours," I whimper.
"I'll love and protect you forever," Mark continues as he positions himself behind me, slowly pushing his cock
into me.
I smile at his sentiment, but my smile fades as he pushes his huge slick cock all the way into me. I feel like
I'm going to explode as he fills me completely.
I grip the sheets as I try to remain still as he starts to thrust into me.
He aims for that spot deep inside of me and soon I'm squirming and pushing back to meet each of his deep
thrusts into me, craving more of his cock.
I moan when he grips my hips and starts pounding into me hard and fast, spearing me with his cock. One
hand slips down underneath me to my bobbing cock and starts to stroke me fast and rough.
"Oh, Mark!" I scream as I shoot once again, filling his hand with my seed.
~MARK'S POV~
I can't stop the growl that escapes my throat as I shoot deep inside of him, filling him with my seed, branding
him as my property.
Damn! Adam is a tight mount, but the best ride of my life.
He moans as I slowly pull out of him. I smile as I watch my cum trickle from his stretched opening.
He falls to the bed and rolls over, smiling up at me, flashing that beautiful smile of his.
"Did you like the rest of your birthday present?" I ask grinning.
"It was the best one I ever got," he whispered contentedly.
I lay down beside of him and pull him against me, stroking his long, soft hair.
I start to tell him again that I love him, but he's sound asleep. I watch the rise and fall of his chest.
I love him so much that it hurts. I pity the fool that ever tries to hurt or take him from me.
~JERICHO'S POV~
I stare up at the barrel of the gun and shiver. I can't believe that I'm standing here naked. Damn. Just my
luck to get caught with my pants down.
Austin is gonna kill me.
I look up at him and he is grinning at me with a gap-tooth smile. I wish I could wipe that smile off his face.
Asshole.
He points toward my camp and I slowly walk toward it, careful not to trip again.
Once I reach dry land, he tugs on the rope and I stop.
"Kneel," he growls as he dismounts.
Reluctantly I do as he says. What choice do I have?
"Hands behind your back," he orders, grabbing a smaller rope from his saddlebag.
I slowly comply, yelping when he grips my wrists tightly, wrapping and tying the rope snugly.
He stands up and looks down at me. I lower my eyes, ashamed to look up at him.
I've heard about him. Chris Benoit, better known as the Crippler among his bounty hunter friends.
His expression is stern and unreadable as he stares down at me.
"What are you gonna do with me?" I ask as I test the ropes around my wrists.
I realize that probably wasn't the best question to ask considering that I'm kneeling naked before him with
my hands tied behind my back and completely helpless.
He chuckles as he walks around me.
I shiver as he plays with a strand of my hair. "You ever lain with a man?" He asks, his voice full of desire.
