Blog Tour Stop, R Rated Excerpt and Giveaway: Dingo Run by Jack Byrne

Book Blurb:
New South Wales,
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.
Book Title:   Dingo
Run (Bushrangers Book 3)
Author:  Jack Byrne
Publisher:   Dreamspinner Press; 1 edition (October 22,
Book Length:  60 pages
Genre: Gay Romance, Western/Cowboy, Historical


Excerpt-R Rated:
Then Jim’s arms were around his neck, and Jim pulled him
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
He laid Jim back on the swag, kissing him so softly that Jim
whispered, “I’m not going to break, you know.”
“I know.” Mark carefully removed Jim’s shirt and pants, then
stripped him completely, kissing him all the while.
He stopped for a moment to undress himself, spared the
horses and the cave entrance a glance, and then returned to kissing Jim. Dan
wouldn’t be back for hours.
Silently he pressed kisses down Jim’s broad chest, nibbling
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.

“Oh, Mark,” moaned Jim, his voice throaty and deep.
Mark smiled and worked the glans in his mouth, running his
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
Jim became rock hard in his mouth.
Mark wet his fingers with spit and precum and teased them
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.
Jim grabbed Mark’s hair and pulled him up to kiss him
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.
Jim closed his eyes and whispered, “I’m gonna shoot my load
any second.”
Mark whispered back, “Open your eyes, then.”
Jim did, and the desire and pleasure in them was enough to
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.
“Jesus, Mark….” Jim’s voice was shattered as Mark began to
push in again slowly.
Mark hesitated, then continued, watching the pleasure
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.”
Mark nibbled on his ear and breathed, “I almost lost you
this morning.” He bucked his hips once, hard, and Jim gave a small noise.
Mark began to withdraw again with agonizing slowness, then
heard a strangled whisper from Jim. “I can’t—”
Mark smiled and thrust himself in again, slowly but
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.”
“God,” managed Jim at last. “God.”
Mark kissed him and waited for Jim to meet his eyes again,
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.
Pleasure began to build in him, each push into Jim’s now
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.
Afterward he lay beside Jim, grateful to still be able to
breathe in his familiar scent. If Jim had died…. Mark closed his eyes and
pushed his face even closer to Jim.
Jim rolled over to face him and pulled him into a close
embrace, the strong, bronzed arms holding Mark tightly against him. Mark closed
his eyes and tried to breathe.
Jim’s voice broke through the silence. “What do you feel?”
Mark looked up into his eyes. “What?”
“When we do that, what do you feel?”
Mark hesitated. “You. Inside you. The heat.”
“Is it like a woman?”
Mark hesitated for even longer, then whispered, “I wouldn’t
They lay in silence for a few moments, then Mark asked,
“What do you feel?”
There was a long silence, then Jim said, “You. Like you’re
part of me. Like you come into my body, and we’re one person. And every time we
do it, I want more.”
Mark looked away, then couldn’t resist looking back, and saw
Jim’s eyes gleaming at him. He asked, “Would you go back to a woman? Do you
want children again?”
Jim stared off into the distance. “I don’t think so. Haven’t
thought about it. Have you?”
Mark nodded. “I bet you were a good father.”
Jim’s eyes suddenly turned ice blue, and he turned to Mark
and answered, “If I had been, they’d still be alive, wouldn’t they?”
Mark blinked, unsure what to say, and looked away.
Author Bio:

Jack Byrne is an Australian who lives and works in the
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.
He is happy to hear from readers.  He can’t promise an instant reply as he goes
out working sometimes for a week or so, but he will get back to readers as soon
as he can.
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  1. Great excerpt. Thank you for sharing!