Australia, 1876. As captured outlaws, Jim Kelly and Mark Turner face the
gallows. Help comes from an unexpected quarter, but their hasty escape goes
wrong and now Jim’s life hangs by a thread. Mark is driven by desperation to
form an alliance with an infamous bushranger who may hold clues to his
mysterious past. But as Jim and Mark’s relationship intensifies, it is also
tested. Their secret is discovered, tempers fray, and jealousy flares.
Run (Bushrangers Book 3)
into a deep kiss. Mark surrendered to the kiss, careful because he could still
feel the remnants of the fever in Jim’s hot lips and slightly uncoordinated
whispered, “I’m not going to break, you know.”
stripped him completely, kissing him all the while.
horses and the cave entrance a glance, and then returned to kissing Jim. Dan
wouldn’t be back for hours.
gently at the hard nubs of his nipples, feeling with gratitude the chest below
rise in a gasp as he did so. Mark tasted the taut stomach, slightly salty with
sweat, and heard a moan of pleasure from Jim. He smiled and licked again, a
gentle dab of the tongue, and got the same response. He listened to the
contented moans from above and kept giv
ing tiny licks and nips down Jim’s
stomach, which was now rolling under him and pushing up into the pressure,
until Jim’s erection bumped Mark’s chin. Mark lifted his head slightly and
carefully took the taut glans into his mouth, tasting more salt—there was fluid
leaking from the tip.
lips and tongue around in circles until Jim was pressing rhythmically up
against him, pushing for more contact. Mark let his mouth open a fraction more
to allow Jim’s erection to slide gradually farther into his mouth and heard Jim
groan, “Oh-oh.” He looked up to see Jim’s chest heaving and blue eyes looking
down to him, hooded with desire. The taste of salt increased, and
around the outside of Jim’s entrance, wetting it thoroughly before slipping a
finger in, then another and another. Jim’s moans became more desperate. Mark
pushed his fingers in and out, circling them, then plunging them in and out of
Jim’s body again and again until Jim’s moans gained a pleading tone. Then he
extracted his fingers and shifted upward to let his own leaking erection press
against Jim’s hole.
frantically, his breath coming in rough gasps in Mark’s ear. Mark teased him,
nibbling and ghosting kisses across his neck until Jim begged, “Take me!” and
claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss. Mark lined himself up and watched Jim’s
face for any sign of a wince as he pressed into Jim slowly, his own erection so
hard now that he didn’t have to guide himself in. The hot walls of Jim’s
channel closed around him, and he heard himself give a guttural groan as he
pressed slowly into the warmth and pressure of Jim’s body.
make Mark growl again, grab Jim’s shoulders, and thrust hard and deep into him.
Jim’s neck arched back, and he gasped. Mark wanted to sink his teeth into that
exposed neck and thrust again and again, but he resisted and stilled, then
pulled himself out very slowly.
push in again slowly.
contort Jim’s face as he did. Jim’s teeth were gritted as Mark pushed himself
fully home, and Jim whispered, “You’re killing me.”
this morning.” He bucked his hips once, hard, and Jim gave a small noise.
heard a strangled whisper from Jim. “I can’t—”
powerfully, pushing himself in until he was fully seated, then giving that
slight buck inward that he knew Jim loved so much. Suddenly he heard Jim gasp
and felt hot moisture between them and Jim convulse against him. He held Jim
through his climax, watching the handsome face tighten and tip away from him as
Jim arched up against him. He pressed quick, hot kisses up the corded tendons
in Jim’s neck and whispered hotly in his ear, “I love you.”
then began to pump into him, still slowly, but putting all the power he could
muster into his thrusts. Jim watched his face as he did so, and something in his
look undermined Mark’s control so he began to thrust rapidly and deeply into
Jim. Mark groaned his pleasure with each movement he made and was not sure when
the groans became low growls.
slick, tight channel sending a thrill through his whole body. He struggled to
keep control, but despite his best effortswas soon rutting into Jim’s body with
abandon. When his climax came, it was intense, tightening his whole body and
leaving him shaken.
breathe in his familiar scent. If Jim had died…. Mark closed his eyes and
pushed his face even closer to Jim.
embrace, the strong, bronzed arms holding Mark tightly against him. Mark closed
his eyes and tried to breathe.
“What do you feel?”
part of me. Like you come into my body, and we’re one person. And every time we
do it, I want more.”
Jim’s eyes gleaming at him. He asked, “Would you go back to a woman? Do you
want children again?”
thought about it. Have you?”
and answered, “If I had been, they’d still be alive, wouldn’t they?”
Australian outback training horses, doing farm work, and trying to stay out of
trouble. He writes from experience (sometimes unfortunate experience!) and has
been shot at (“a case of mistaken identity”) and bitten by a snake before. He
writes on a laptop with a satellite connection and likes to ride or drive out
to locations he is writing about to get a real feel for the surroundings.
out working sometimes for a week or so, but he will get back to readers as soon
as he can.