The vice president dropped down into the chair across from Seth, a pirate's smile on his face and a bottle of vodka in his hand. "Why aren't you partying?"

But Seth wasn't fooled by Marcus's seemingly harmless smile. The guy was a born coldblooded assassin. He'd killed more people than Seth could count. The man was assessing him, trying to figure out Seth's angle.

Seth shrugged as he pulled the toothpick from between his lips. "Tired from the road."

Keeping his smile in place, Marcus placed two glasses on the table before pouring from the bottle of vodka. "Then I'll have a drink with you."

The vice president wasn't thick with muscles like the rest of the men. He was even short. But that didn't mean he was any less lethal. He was a compact stick of dynamite, capable of violently exploding.

Seth took the offered glass and stared at Marcus over the rim. He didn't trust the man. The vice president held his glass up in a salute. "Here's to the road ahead of us."

They both raised their glasses and Seth waited until Marcus downed his drink before tossing his own back.

A smirk slid across Marcus's face before he pulled a small vial out of his leather jacket and set it on the table. Frowning, Seth picked it up and tried to read the label, but his vision began to blur.

"Antidote," Marcus provided for him. "To the poison in the bottle. You should have never disobeyed a direct order from your president and gone after your son. We don't fuck with family. Sweet dreams, Seth Langley."

Marcus got up and joined the other men, laughing as he picked a drink up from the bar and slammed it back. He turned, his eyes drilling into Seth before Seth felt his heart squeeze tight and then he slumped onto the table.

Chapter Eleven.

Cameron toted his eighteen-month-old son outside where the day was sunny and bright and warm. He placed Christopher on the ground and watched as his son ran toward Rowdy, who was already heading their way.

"Dadadada," Chris babbled before he fell to his hands and knees. Rowdy was there in a heartbeat, scooping their son up into his arms.

Chris shifted into his bear form and began to gnaw on Rowdy's finger. Cameron didn't think he would ever get used to that sight. Not his son shifting-he'd seen it so much now that he barely batted an eye when it happened. What he would never get used to was the proud smile that crossed Rowdy's face. The cowboy was a changed man. For the past almost two years, Rowdy had not only smiled more, but his laughter had been a constant.

It hadn't been easy in the beginning. Even after the birth of their son, Rowdy had still had his dark moods. But they were fewer and farther between these days. Cameron's life was finally perfect. He hadn't heard from his father and he didn't have to work at the drugstore any longer. He had given the apartment to Simon and apologized for bailing on the guy. Simon was cool about it. Gallagher had stuck around. The man said that he liked the quaint feeling of Bear County. He was now the resident shifter doctor.

"I couldn't stop him," Cameron said. "He kept bolting for the door, asking for you."

Rowdy rubbed his hand over Chris's fur before setting their son on the ground. Chris rolled around and then clamped his little teeth onto Rowdy's pant leg, tugging and growling.

"I was heading in for lunch anyways," Rowdy said.

Cameron joined them and then slid his arm around Rowdy's waist. "I hope a long lunch."

Rowdy's eyes filled with heat. "That's the kind of lunch I'll take any day."

Cameron laughed as he picked the cub up and tossed Chris over his shoulder. "I'm pretty sure Shott wouldn't mind watching Chris for a little while."

Shott seemed to have a knack with children. He was the go-to babysitter when it came to Sofia, Moirai, or Chris. The guy was a natural.

Cameron hunted the man down. Shot was in the living room with Moirai. It seemed Steven and Colton were having an intimate lunch as well.

"I'm gonna start charging you guys," Shott teased. Bubble Guppies was playing on the television as Moirai wrestled with Shott's arm. He was in cub form, which was great considering that Chris was as well.

Cameron deposited Chris onto the couch and watched as the two cubs rolled around, playing. "We shouldn't be long," Cameron said and then winked at shot. "An hour, tops."

Shott waved them away as Rowdy grabbed Cameron's hand and raced up the stairs. Cameron had thought they would go back to the bunkhouse, the place he now called home, but it seemed Rowdy was impatient. They burst through the guest bedroom door and slammed it behind them.

Cameron laughed as Rowdy scooped him up and dropped him on the bed. He wasn't worried about getting pregnant again. Cameron had elected to take the birth control shot. Maybe one day they would have another child, but Chris was enough of a handful for now.

Rowdy was out of his clothes in a flash and then started in on Cameron's. The man really was impatient. But so was Cameron. He greedily drank in Rowdy's naked form as he licked his dry lips. God, the man's body was amazing. It was all hard form and lethal lines. Cameron loved that his mate was so damn well built.

It didn't hurt that the man had hair all over his chest, something Cameron absolutely loved. Hairy as a bear came to mind and Cameron laughed.

"You could bruise a guy's ego by laughing at him when he gets naked," Rowdy said as he slipped into bed. "What's so funny?"

"I'm just happy," Cameron answered, and it was the truth. He'd never been happier in his life.

Rowdy kissed along Cameron's neck, his scent filling Cameron's lungs. "I'm glad," Rowdy answered. "I plan to make you happy for the rest of your life. You're stuck with me."

Cameron groaned when Rowdy wrapped his fist around Cameron's cock, giving the heated and hard flesh a few good strokes. His back arched as Cameron thrust his hips.

"Nuh-uh," Rowdy said as he released Cameron's shaft. "You're riding me today."

One of Cameron's brows rose. "Riding a cowboy? Nice."

Rowdy spun and landed on his back, tucking his hands behind his head. He gave Cameron a shit-eating grin. It was a grin that continually stole Cameron's heart as well as his breath.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" Cameron asked as he smoothed his hands up Rowdy's chest, running his fingers through the hair that lay flat over the man's pecs.

Rowdy's expression became playfully contemplative, as if he had to think about it. He smiled and then his eyes softened. "Yes, but I'll never tire of hearing you say it."

"I love"-Cameron kissed Rowdy's lips-"this, and"-he placed kisses along Rowdy's chest-"and this"-next he licked the bicep on Rowdy's right arm, watching as his mate's eyes became unfocused-"but what I really love is-" Cameron dipped his head and licked Rowdy's lower abdomen, narrowly missing the man's cock. Rowdy hissed. "This is one of the things I love most about you."

"One of the things?" Rowdy's voice was strained.

Cameron gave his mate his most seductive smile as he looked up into beautiful grey eyes. "There's one part of you that I love the most."

Rowdy's grin was wide. "That's because I use it so well."

Cameron leaned upward and pressed his lips over Rowdy's heart. "You do."

Rowdy appeared stunned that he had guessed wrong, but Cameron gloried in the emotions that filled the cowboy's eyes. "I thought-"

"I meant your cock?" Cameron asked. He lowered himself and swiped his tongue over the head and watched as Rowdy shivered. "I do, but it's your heart that makes me fall in love with you whenever I open my eyes and see your handsome face or hear your laughter, or even watch you with our son. That's the part of you I love the most."

Rowdy tried to pull Cameron under him but Cameron shook his head. "You promised me a ride and I intend for my cowboy to honor his promise."

Chuckling, Rowdy tucked his hands back behind his head. "Then ride away. But be careful of the saddle you're mounting. It tends to have a mind of its own."

"Dork," Cameron said before straddling Rowdy's lap. He felt the thick shaft pressing against his ass. Rowdy was watching Cameron heatedly, his eyes glittering, savage, hot. Cameron let himself became intoxicated by the sight for a moment before he leaned sideways, locking his knees so he didn't fall, and grabbed the lube from the drawer of the nightstand.

Leaning forward, he handed the lube to Rowdy. "Some things I still prefer you to do."

"My pleasure." Rowdy wet his fingers and then slipped two inside Cameron. A surge of heat overtook Cameron as his mate stretched and teased him until Cameron thought he'd lose his damn mind. He was panting and more than ready by the time Rowdy's fingers left his body.

"Don't bail on me now," Rowdy said. "Ride this cowboy."

Cameron nipped Rowdy's bottom lip before lifting his lower half. He palmed Rowdy's straining cock, lined the head up, and then began to slowly impale himself.

"Holy fuck," Rowdy groaned. He reached for Cameron's hips, but Cameron knocked the man's hands away.

"Keep those hands where I can see them, mister."

The man's smile was wide before he tucked his hands back under his head. "Yes, sir."

Cameron closed his eyes, braced his hands on Rowdy's chest, and pushed downward. "Rowdy." His voice was a fierce whisper as he inched Rowdy's cock into his body.

"Right here, baby." His mate's tone had gone low as well. "Always right here for you."

The pleasure was incredible as Cameron finally bottomed out. He took a moment to acclimate to the girth, taking in small pants of air. This time when Rowdy touched him, Cameron didn't object. His mate's hands slid up his sides and then back down, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

"Ride me, baby."

Cameron lifted his ass and then slid back down the hard cock buried deep inside of him. His lips parted as his head rolled to the side. He moved slowly, savoring how his mate felt inside of him.

"Faster, Cameron." Rowdy's voice became strained.

Cameron quickened his pace, practically bouncing as Rowdy held his hips. His balls slapped into the man's lower abdomen as he rode hard and fast.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Rowdy shouted and then his fingers strangled Cameron's flesh as the man spun, trapping Cameron beneath him. His mate's eyes were wild as he grabbed Cameron's legs and shoved them to Cameron's chest. "Faster, damn it."

Cameron had barely enough time to grab the headboard before Rowdy slammed into him. Cameron gritted his teeth at the raw pleasure that was mixed with a bit of pain. He began to meet Rowdy thrust for thrust, chasing his release.

Rowdy nearly bent Cameron in half as he leaned forward, capturing Cameron's lips in a savage kiss. It was sloppy and ravenous and everything he loved from this man.

When Rowdy pulled back and then bit into Cameron's shoulder, Cameron shouted, his cock exploding with his seed. He arched his back as Rowdy continued to piston into him. The man was growling as his hips jetted back and forth.

"God, yes!" Cameron shouted.

Rowdy released his shoulder, reared back, and spread Cameron's legs wide before he buried his cock deep, stilled, and then roared as he came.

His cowboy collapsed against him, panting and sweaty and laying so many kisses along Cameron's face that Cameron began to laugh. Rowdy laughed as well before he wrapped his arms around Cameron.

"That's the sound I love most." Rowdy nuzzled into Cameron's neck. "The sound I would die to hear and would mourn if I could never hear again."

Cameron's hands framed Rowdy's face before he gave him a sultry kiss. When he pulled back, he said, "You still owe me a buck and five cents for that beef jerky."

Rowdy rolled over laughing and Cameron knew he'd found heaven.

THE END.

COWBOY SEDUCTION.

Bear County.

Lynn Hagen.

Chapter One.

"Dude, it's been so long since I got laid that I'm considering committing a crime just to go to prison," Taylor said as he stood behind his register. He stared at his friend who was one register over, completing some elderly woman's checkout.

After ringing her out, Cameron chuckled as he leaned against his register, arms crossed over his slim chest. "And how will that get you laid?"

Taylor laughed as he rested his arms on his conveyor belt. "Everybody knows that finding a hot, horny guy in prison is like shooting fish in a barrel."

"That's pretty desperate, my friend."

It was. And although Taylor wasn't serious, he was desperate. He'd never had a dry spell that lasted this long. He was so horny that a stiff wind turned him on. If he didn't get laid soon, his balls were going to turn into tiny little raisins.

"Okay then, maybe I'll just jaywalk and let one of the deputies frisk me...thoroughly." He winked at Cameron. "That'll be some kind of thrill."

"Let me know how that works out for you." Cameron turned and took care of his next customer.

Taylor knew why he hadn't gotten laid in a while. Cameron knew why as well, but the two still loved to joke about the strangest things. They had very morbid senses of humor. It had taken months for Taylor's to return, but thankfully it had.

He grabbed some disinfectant spray and some paper towels, and was in the process of wiping his station down, when he spotted a delectable man walk through the sliding glass doors. Taylor paused and watched as the man grabbed a shopping cart and headed down an aisle.

Had he ever seen anyone that good looking before? He craned his neck and tried to catch another glimpse, but the stranger had disappeared down aisle three.

Taylor had been working at Piggly Wiggly for a few months now and he'd seen his fair share of cute guys, but none had flipped his trigger the way this hottie had. He was ready to toss his cleaning supplies aside and chase the man down.

And end up with another Todd? Taylor grimaced at the thought and went back to wiping things down. No thanks. One asshole was enough to last him a lifetime. He'd let his dick lead him once before and now he had the scars to remind him that just because a guy looked good, didn't mean he was nice.

He jerked when a pen hit his head and then dropped onto the belt in front of him. Taylor glanced up to see Cameron staring at him. "What's with the scowl?"

Taylor snuffed Todd from his mind and smiled, tossing the pen back at Cameron. "I was thinking about dinner. I'm starving."

Cameron shook his head as he smirked at Taylor. "You are not a very good liar, but I'll forgive you."