Wild West

Elias had come west looking for a new life.

He hadn’t expected to find Marcus.

The outlaw was everything Elias’s proper Eastern upbringing had warned him about — tall, dangerous, with a sharp smile and eyes that promised trouble. He rode into town one dusty afternoon and decided to stay.

For Elias.

Their first meeting was in the saloon. Marcus bought Elias a drink, flirted shamelessly, and then followed him home. Elias had told himself he would send the outlaw away.

He didn’t.

Instead, he let Marcus push him against the wall of his small house and kiss him until his knees went weak.

Marcus took him right there — bent over the kitchen table, pants around his ankles, while he fucked Elias with deep, rough strokes.

“You’re too pretty for this town,” Marcus growled against his ear. “Too soft. Someone’s going to try to take you from me.”

Elias moaned, pushing back against Marcus’s thrusts.

“No one’s taking me,” he gasped.

Marcus bit down on the back of his neck.

“Damn right they’re not.”

He fucked Elias harder, one hand gripping his hip while the other reached around to stroke his cock. When Elias came, it was with a broken cry, cum spilling over Marcus’s hand. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

Afterward, Marcus didn’t leave.

He stayed the night. Then the next. Then the next.

Within a month, everyone in town knew that the quiet schoolteacher belonged to the dangerous outlaw.

And no one dared to touch what was Marcus’s.

One night, as they lay tangled together in Elias’s small bed, Marcus spoke quietly.

“I’m not a good man,” he said. “I’ve done things. Bad things.”

Elias turned and looked at him.

“I know,” he said softly. “And I don’t care.”

Marcus stared at him for a long moment.

Then he pulled Elias closer and kissed him — slow and deep.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against Elias’s lips. “Forever.”

Elias smiled.

“I know,” he whispered back. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Marcus held him tighter.

“Good,” he said. “Because I’d chase you to the ends of the earth if you tried to leave.”

Elias closed his eyes and rested his head against Marcus’s chest.

He had come west looking for a new life.

He had found something far better.

He had found home.