Fortune's Way

  Table of Contents

  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

  Publisher Page

  A Totally Bound Publication

  Fortune’s Way

  ISBN # 978-1-78430-045-6

  ©Copyright Jenna Byrnes 2014

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright May 2014

  Edited by Sue Meadows

  Totally Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.

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  Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Burning and a Sexometer of 2.

  FORTUNE’S WAY

  Jenna Byrnes

  Two men and one woman, thrown together by business, discover they have much more than that in common. But will it be enough to overcome the obstacles they face?

  The Double-F-Ranch has been in Dean Fortune’s family for generations. Selling some of the best Appaloosa horses in California, the ranch was lucrative before the economy took a tumble. Searching for answers, Dean and his father look for ways to keep the family business profitable. Unfortunately, they have very different ideas about how to do that.

  Miranda McCabe is a ruthless, sought-after business consultant from Los Angeles. Hired by Dean’s father to turn the ranch around financially, Miranda struggles with her own issues. She’s there to work, but can’t stop thinking about the owner’s sexy son, even if they didn’t get off to the smoothest start. She also manages to ruffle the feathers of Kyle Reese, Dean’s ranch foreman. Though judging from the looks that pass between the two men, she wonders if he might be more than just the ‘hired help’.

  While Miranda devises a plan to save the ranch, Dean and Kyle put their own plot into action in hopes of saving both the ranch…and Miranda.

  Dedication

  To my own Dude, with love.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Versace: Gianni Versace S.p.A.

  Chapter One

  Wind whipped through Dean Fortune’s clothes as he pointed his Appaloosa mare in the direction of the stables. He’d taken the long ride in an attempt to clear his head. He’d merely succeeded in muddling his thinking even more.

  He patted the horse’s neck. “Let’s go home, Domino.”

  She snorted in response and they headed back. The sun was waning and it’d be gone in another hour. He’d be in his easy chair by then, a stiff whiskey in his hand. Or maybe the whole bottle. He’d have to see what else managed to go wrong between now and then.

  The stables looked dark. He hoped one of the grooms was still there. He’d see to Domino himself if he had to, but in this mood, he’d really rather stomp off to the house and find a bottle.

  At Domino’s stable, he dismounted and led her inside. Not seeing anyone at first glance, he began to remove her tack as he muttered to himself.

  A shadow appeared in front of him and someone lifted the saddle from his hands. “Who pissed in your cornflakes?”

  He turned and scowled at the ranch foreman, Kyle Reese. “That’s a distasteful expression.”

  The tall, muscular man with shaggy blond hair grinned. “About as obnoxious as your mood, I’d guess. What’s got you so up in arms?”

  Dean reached for the horse’s blanket.

  Kyle intervened. “I’ll do this. Just take a step back and relax. Something’s got you all riled up, and I don’t think it’s got anything to do with Miz Domino here. Want to talk about it?”

  Sighing, Dean stepped back as ordered. “I’ll help.” He allowed Kyle to remove Domino’s tack then reached for a towel and rubbed her down, wicking away the sweat. “No, it’s not about the horse. This horse, anyway. It’s the ranch in general. Aw, fuck. I don’t want to talk about it.”

  Kyle placed a hand over his, and they gazed at each other. “Okay, we don’t have to talk. The fucking part sounds interesting, though. Want to do that?”

  A spark of electricity shot from the touch on his hand directly to Dean’s groin. He hadn’t thought about sex tonight. The whole idea of showering and the preparation involved in a romantic evening sounded like way too much work. He wanted to collapse, drink then pass out.

  He smiled at Kyle apologetically. “I’m sweaty and grubby. Can I get a rain check?”

  Kyle cupped Dean’s crotch and squeezed. “Sex with me would get you sweaty again anyway. Don’t worry about it.”

  Dean glanced around nervously. “Is everyone gone?”

  Nodding, Kyle unbuckled Dean’s belt and tugged at the snap of his jeans. “The grooms have all gone home. Jake and his wife are having a date night. They’ve gone into town, and won’t be back for hours.”

  Dean groaned as Kyle allowed one hand to invade his jeans, fingers curling around the new-found erection there. “Well…in that case…” He remembered his priorities before things got too carried away. “We need to take care of Domino first.”

  One last squeeze had his cock at full attention. “I’ve already put fresh food and water in her stall. Grab the brush and we’ll see to her in no time. Then I can see to you.”

  The words had Dean moving double quick. They took care of his horse then Kyle led the mare to her stall.

  Dean watched the sway of the man’s jean-clad tight ass. He suddenly had his second wind, and was thinking of all kinds of things they could do in the empty stable. He glanced around one more time. “You sure we’re alone?”

  Kyle moved toward him, wiping his hands on his thighs. “Positive. But if you’re worried about it, we could take this party inside. My trailer, or…”

  Dean sighed. He knew the housekeeper and cook were both still working in the main house. He’d taken Kyle to the master bedroom late at night, but never at this time of day.

  He was embarrassed to admit that his one room was larger than the whole trailer Kyle lived in as part of his room and board. They’d gone that route before too, but neither of them was entirely comfortable in the cramped space. The stable would do for tonight. “We’re good here.”

  A wicked grin spread across Kyle’s face. He grabbed a clean, red-plaid blanket and tossed it over a graduated stack of hay bales. “This works for me.” He patted his pocket. “I brought supplies on the off chance I’d run into you.” He tossed a foil-wrapped condom and small container of lube onto the blanket.

  “Off chance?” Dean reached for Kyle’s belt and loosened it.

  Kyle chuckled. “Aw, hell, I’ve
been hanging around out here for an hour, hoping to catch you. Didn’t really leave much to chance.”

  Dean shoved the man’s jeans and briefs down. Admiring the thick cock, which sprang free, he licked his lips. “I like a man who knows what he wants. And right now, I definitely know what I want. You, in my mouth. Your balls churning until hot cum shoots down my throat. Then I intend to flip you over and fuck your sweet ass until I’m right there with you.”

  “I could get down with that.” Kyle jutted his hips forward and leaned back against the rough-hewn stall divider.

  His erection bobbed as Dean knelt to worship it. A perfect ten inches and thicker than any man had a right to be, he almost reconsidered his choice. Feeling that monster in his ass would be a splendid way to unwind.

  He licked the tip and it wept for him on demand. Dean smiled. This was a good choice, too. Teasing the sticky pre-cum from the slit, he attempted restraint with gentle licks and nibbles. The massive staff beckoned him, and before long, he’d sucked the length into his mouth.

  Kyle groaned. His fingers splayed through Dean’s short hair, encouraging him to go deeper, take more.

  He did everything he could to oblige. The head of the cock tickled the back of his throat. He’d nearly reached his limit, but pressed slightly lower, enjoying the effect his deep-throat technique had on his lover.

  The man gasped and moaned, hips gyrating wildly. “I’m close.”

  Unable to speak, Dean nodded encouragement. He squeezed Kyle’s balls and felt them draw up.

  “Coming!” Kyle’s voice was breathy.

  Deep satisfaction and warm spunk filled Dean at the same time. He’d been with women and instigated plenty of orgasms. But nothing made him happier than seeing—or tasting—the obvious fruits of his labors when his man ejaculated for him.

  “Fuck!” Kyle panted above him. “That was amazing.”

  He pulled back slowly, licking every drop as he went. When his mouth was free, he chuckled. “Absolutely. And I’m very ready for that fuck. Damn, you’ve got me hard as a rock.” He rose to his feet.

  Kyle released Dean’s throbbing erection from its clothing confines. “You’re right about that. Christ, babe. Use plenty of lube. I’ve never seen you this fucking huge before.”

  “Because of you,” Dean whispered in Kyle’s face.

  His lover leaned forward for a kiss. His tongue traced the seam of Dean’s lips, and when they parted, he dove in, sucking Dean’s tongue into his mouth. “Mmm,” he sighed.

  He allowed the play for precious long moments until he couldn’t take anymore. His cock throbbed, ached to fill the other man’s tight channel. He needed it badly and he wanted it now. Pushing Kyle back, he muttered, “Gotta have you. Turn around and bend over so I can get you ready.”

  “Yes, sir.” Kyle’s seductive smile was nearly enough to make him come on the spot. Another time, he’d enjoy fucking that pretty mouth. Tonight, it was another entrance that interested him.

  Kyle leaned over the blanket-covered hay bale, exposing his pale ass cheeks.

  If he’d had more time or patience, Dean would have knelt again and buried his face between the sweet globes, allowing his tongue entrance where his shaft would soon be. He didn’t have that much tolerance just now. Tonight he was going to pillage and plunder, forcing the rosebud opening to accept his hard and waiting offering.

  Or so I imagine. In reality, he squirted lube on his fingers and gently worked the hole until it felt ready. He’d never hurt his lover. He only imagined shoving his way in because he was ready, so ready, to be there.

  Fortunately, Kyle’s tight outer ring succumbed with a minimum of pressure. When he had three fingers inserted knuckle deep he knew the man was as prepared as he needed to be.

  And Dean was way past ready. “Gonna fuck you now.”

  “Please,” Kyle gasped, his face muffled by the blanket. “Do it!”

  “Oh yeah.” Dean watched the tip disappeared into the opening. “Sucking me right in. You want it as bad as I do.”

  “I do. More, please. I need more.” He raised his ass willingly.

  Dean’s slick shaft slid in after the bulbous head. He paused when he was balls-deep in an effort to control his bubbling seed. As much as he wanted to shoot, he couldn’t come yet. Need to fuck. Fuck this sweet, tight ass. His rhythm matched the words flying through his head. Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah.

  “Oh, God!” Kyle clasped one of Dean’s hands and moved it to cover his own dick, which had grown hard again.

  Dean grinned. Ah, the magic of youth. His twenty-something lover was hard again. Ten years older, he wasn’t sure he’d be ready to go again so soon. He had no doubts, with a couple of good tugs of the shaft, that Kyle would shoot again, along with him. “Not yet, lover,” he commanded, stroking the sticky rod. “Let’s do this together. I’m close. God, so close.”

  Several more firm thrusts and Dean felt his balls churning. “Ah, yeah. Almost there.”

  “I’m with you.” Kyle gritted his teeth. “Say when, big boy.”

  Dean inhaled and as the wave rolled over him, mumbling, “Now!”

  They shuddered together. His seed filled the latex in his lover’s ass. Pumping Kyle’s shaft, his hand filled with the spurting cream which now coated the blanket below them. It was all Dean could do to hang on to Kyle’s waist and not let him fall.

  “Christ,” Kyle mumbled. “That was fucking fantastic.”

  “I agree.” Dean planted a light kiss at the base of Kyle’s neck before dragging his body back and away.

  “Don’t go.” Kyle’s voice was muffled by the blanket.

  “Too late.” Dean chuckled, patting the tight ass as he rose. “We’ll save some of the excitement for next time.”

  “Next time sounds great.”

  A stack of rough paper towels sat next to the rusty sink in the stable’s john. Dean disposed of the condom and cleaned up the best he could before adjusting his clothes and returning to Kyle.

  “Damn.” The sexy blond eyed him head to toe. “Dressed already? I thought you said something about ‘next time’.”

  Dean chuckled. “You’re such a slut. And I’m drained. You got anything to drink in that old fridge back there?”

  Kyle dressed and threw the stable blanket into the large laundry hamper. “I think there’s some beer. Want one?”

  “At least.” He sat on one hay bale and kicked his feet up on another.

  Kyle returned in a moment with two frosty bottles and handed one over. “So, what’s got you in such a mood tonight? And don’t say ‘nothing’. You were riled up when you got here.”

  Dean rolled his eyes. “What else? My father. Enough said.”

  “Maybe for you.” Kyle took a draw on his bottle then smiled. “I don’t know the illustrious Mr Fortune that well, so you’ll have to enlighten me.”

  Dean thought a while before speaking. He preferred not to air his dirty laundry in public, and never discussed financial matters with the help. Kyle was obviously much more than just ‘the help’, but Dean hadn’t wrapped his mind around their relationship yet, either.

  If his father realized he was bisexual, the man hadn’t mentioned it. He’d tried to bring it up a few times in his younger days, but his dad always shut the conversations down. He probably knows. As far as Dean was concerned, he lived a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ type of existence.

  The ranch was something altogether different. His great-grandfather had built the Double-F-Ranch in the early nineteen-hundreds. The original house remained, though it had been expanded and renovated numerous times over the years. His parents had raised him there, making the place their home until his mother’s untimely death from cancer five years earlier. When it became too hard emotionally for his father to stay on, he’d moved to the city and bought a smaller home.

  An only child, Dean had left his dream job driving race cars and had returned home to run the ranch. He’d thought briefly about getting involved in horse racing, but once he had come to a
ppreciate the Appaloosas they raised, he’d realized he wasn’t truly interested. Everything didn’t have to be a competition. Much to his surprise, he’d discovered he enjoyed the slower paced way of life that the ranch offered. But when the economy tanked, his life had become more complicated.

  “It’s the ranch,” he admitted to Kyle. “Until the past few years, this place has been profitable. Now our expenses are more than our income, and my father’s trying to find a way to squelch that before it gets any worse.”

  “I thought the stud fees on the stallions were supposed to help.”

  Dean nodded. “That was my plan, anyway. We’ve been breeding Appaloosas for years. There’s money to be made in stud services too. I thought there’d be more money.”

  “Sorry.” Kyle smiled apologetically. “Anything I can do to help?”

  Dean gazed at him affectionately. “You help me tremendously. You know that.”

  Kyle blushed and kicked the toe of his boot in the dirt. “Not that. I meant work-related.”

  “I know what you meant.” He downed the last of his beer and began picking at the label with a fingernail. “My old man has his own ideas about how to turn the business around. He wants to make it a guest ranch. Where folks make reservations, come and stay, and play cowboy for a few days.”

  Kyle’s face fell. “Oh, God. A dude ranch? That would be awful! Catering to whiny city folks and their bratty kids all damn day? Please, say it ain’t so.”

  Dean rubbed his face with one hand. “You make it sound even worse than I envisioned. That’s what he wants. Turn the house into some damned bed-and-breakfast type of place, and maybe add some cabins for additional housing. I tried to talk him out of it, I really did.”

  “So it’s a done deal, then?”

  “No.” He hesitated. “My father wants another opinion, a feasibility study of some sort. He’s hired a guy from some big agency in Los Angeles to come inspect the place, and give us his thoughts. The man is supposed to be here tomorrow.”