Clenching his teeth, T-Rex only barely held back the groan of complete ecstasy as the rapture on Isaac's face held him entranced. Isaac's tongue stroked around the too-sensitive head as the man sucked at T-Rex's cock hungrily. The heated licks were a hot counterpoint to the firm sucks, to the warm moisture T-Rex was delving into as the man took as much of T-Rex's dick as he could into the wet, velvet interior of his mouth.

He couldn't hold back the growl, the hoarse rasp of complete pleasure that tore from his chest. "Damn, Isaac. Your mouth is like pure pleasure."

It was more than pleasure. There were no words that T-Rex could find for the exquisite sensations racing from his cock to his balls and up his spine. It was like being immersed in pure sensation, pure ecstasy.

His hands were gentle as he palmed Isaac's face, but his thrusts were not. It was an arresting contradiction, his touch versus the force with which he fucked his mate's mouth. He thrust hard and then slowed, sliding more gently over the man's tongue, rubbing the tip over Isaac's lips before plunging back inside the wetness of Isaac's mouth.

"So beautiful," he murmured.

With his tongue, Isaac lashed at T-Rex's cock before his lips tightened around the hardened flesh. Isaac's wicked fingers cupped T-Rex's balls in one hand as the other hand stroked the heavy length. It was nearly more than T-Rex could bear.

Holding Isaac's head in place, he thrust one more time, deeper, pushing to the back of the man's throat until T-Rex convulsed. He let out a long groan and then released Isaac, pulling his cock from the man's mouth.

Isaac began to stretch out, but T-Rex was far from done. He had been denied the sensual man for too long, and he had a lot to make up for. T-Rex dragged himself to his knees before bending to the side of the bed and snagging the lube from the drawer.

"Lie on your stomach, baby."

Isaac turned over and spread his legs wide, canting his ass slightly for T-Rex. He ran his hands over the creamy flesh, squeezing, kneading, and enjoying the simple touches. His cock twitched when Isaac began to moan.

T-Rex wouldn't need much recovery time, not when his mate was splayed out like this. He wet the fingers on his right hand and then began to work two inside Isaac's body. He worked at stretching the man's ass as he used his other hand to stroke his half-hard cock.

As soon as he was fully erect again, T-Rex lubed his erection and then pushed the head of his cock into the fiery heat of his mate's tight ass. He had to clench his teeth to fight back the release already building in his balls.

Gripping Isaac's hips firmly, T-Rex pulled his cock back then, in one fierce thrust, buried his erection halfway inside the gripping, tight entrance. His mate was going to steal his sanity.

He was lost in a world of such sensual pleasure that nothing mattered but the moment and his mate. T-Rex was bound to the man, more than just physically, more than just his cock buried inside the tightest, sweetest ass he had ever known. He was bound to Isaac's soul.

Throwing his head back, T-Rex gritted his teeth and let go of the last measure of control he had held on to. Fucking Isaac with desperate driving strokes, he felt his release building, heating, threatening...

Isaac exploded beneath him. A long, low wail of completion filled the room as he powered into Isaac again, again. His mate's ass gripped his cock tightly, throwing T-Rex over the edge. He shouted his release before wiping the sweat from his face.

T-Rex eased from Isaac before he kissed his mate on his shoulder. "Sleep, baby."

He got up and went to the bathroom where he wet a cloth. When he came back to the bed, Isaac was out cold. T-Rex cleaned his mate before he tucked the blankets around Isaac.

He stood there for a long moment, staring down at the man and somehow knew that they were going to make it, that they were going to be all right.

"He's a good-looking kid," Simon said as he squatted in front of MJ's stroller and made a few funny faces. Isaac smiled when MJ laughed. "But I should kick your butt, Isaac. You've been a father for two months and I'm just now checking the kid out?"

"I told you that you're welcome to come to the ranch anytime you want," Isaac pointed out. "You're the one who claims to be so busy all the time."

T-Rex came out of the pharmacy and slid his bag under the stroller. They'd come into town to meet up with Bryson, Milo, and their daughter, Willow, for lunch at the diner. Isaac hadn't wanted to come, but T-Rex insisted, saying that Isaac couldn't hide out on the ranch for the rest of his life.

Yes he could.

His eyes kept flickering around for his father, but so far he hadn't seen the man. Hopefully he wouldn't see him at all. That would be fine by him.

"Okay, I promise I'll come," Simon said as he straightened. "Eventually," he added with a laugh. "But at least you got rid of that Walton look. Those clothes look good on you."

Isaac was wearing a pair of jeans, some sneakers, and a simple T-shirt. He'd grown used to wearing the things Gabe had picked out for him. He liked his new look, as well. Isaac had even grown his hair out some, and T-Rex seemed to love pulling on it when they made love.

"Ready?" T-Rex asked as he grabbed the handle to the stroller. "Nice seeing you, Simon."

"Same here," Simon said.

But before any of them could walk away, Isaac's father pulled into the parking spot in front of them. Isaac's mouth grew dry as his heart began to thump a thousand beats per second. The man got out and grabbed something from the backseat. The guy hadn't noticed him yet. Maybe it was his new look or maybe it was because he had a stroller with him.

But when Jacob Newton straightened and stepped onto the curb, his eyes landed on Isaac and widened slightly.

Isaac felt himself shaking as his father's eyes went from Isaac to T-Rex, Simon, and then landed on MJ.

No one said a word. T-Rex slid his arm around Isaac's waist and pulled him slightly closer.

"Like your grandson?" Simon said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Jacob's eyes shot to Isaac, and those eyes were filled with loathing. "I have no grandson because I have no son named Isaac."

Although Isaac hadn't seen his father in months, those words cut him so deeply that he almost crumbled. He wasn't sure what he was expecting his father to say or do. Had he been foolish enough to think Jacob would change his mind and accept Isaac's way of life? Maybe.

"I'd call you some really choice words, but I don't curse in front of babies. So I'm mentally sending them to you," Simon said as he stepped close to Jacob. Isaac feared that his friend had finally lost his mind. No one stood up to Jacob Newton.

Jacob growled as he stepped closer to Simon. Isaac's heart was in his throat when he moved to stand between the two. There was no way he was going to allow his father to hurt Simon. He knew what his father was capable of and the lasting effects his punishments had on a person.

His anger shot through him at the destruction Jacob had caused him and the life he had robbed Isaac of. He had finally come to terms with what had happened to him in the clinic, of the child he had lost. Isaac had even grown used to being a father and loved MJ with all his heart.

But it was the betrayal of what Jacob had done to him that had Isaac baring his canines. At first Jacob seemed too stunned to react to Isaac's threatening manner. But then he raised his hand, as if to strike Isaac.

"I'm no longer afraid of you," Isaac said, although that was only a half-truth. "You can knock me around all you want, but that won't change the fact that you'll always be a lonely, bitter, close-minded man who will miss out on my son's life."

"Do you think because you live in their world that you can stand up to me?" Jacob asked. "Have your balls grown that big?"

"No talking about testicles in front of the baby," Simon snapped.

His balls hadn't grown that big, but Isaac refused to back down, to cower before the man. He was through whimpering at Jacob Newton's feet. He had a lovely family and great friends now. Isaac was no longer alone, isolated in the Newton household. He had tasted freedom, and he loved it. "Yes, I can."

Isaac saw his father's hand descending and braced himself for the blow. But it never came. T-Rex had grabbed Jacob's arm and jerked it to the side. "Touch my mate and I'll turn you into a fucking fur rug," the man said, his voice tight with the threat.

Isaac blinked a few times as he glanced up at his mate. T-Rex's face had contorted into rage as he stared levelly with Jacob. "I may be human, but I'll wipe the floor with your ass."

"So much cursing," Simon said. He grabbed the stroller and walked toward the pharmacy door. "Come on, MJ. We can't have you around those potty-mouthed men."

If the situation hadn't been so serious, Isaac would have laughed at the scowl on Simon's face and the disapproval in his tone.

Jacob jerked his arm free of T-Rex's grip and then let his claws free. Isaac began to panic. He couldn't allow his mate to be hurt. He'd started to jump between them when T-Rex cocked his arm back and slammed his fist into Jacob's face.

Isaac's father stumbled backward, his footing slipping on the curb, and then he landed on his ass right there in the street. He gazed up at T-Rex in shock.

"I grew up with nothing but brothers and was in the service. Try me," T-Rex said. "And if you shift, I have a fucking rifle in my truck that will take care of you."

Isaac's heart swelled and hurt at the same time. After all his father had put him through, he still loved the man. But he didn't say a word, and he didn't try to help the guy to his feet.

"Come on." T-Rex grabbed his hand.

"You're dead to me!" Jacob shouted.

Isaac pulled his hand free and walked to where his father was still on his ass. "I finally have a family who loves me for who I am, even if I am gay. Hell, they love me because I am. I have a new mother and a great father-in-law who treated me better in the one week I was there than you or mom had my entire life. I might be dead to you, but I am living, loved, and cherished by my mate and son. I have a wonderful family and great friends. I don't need you in my life, and my son doesn't deserve an asshole for a grandfather."

Jacob's jaw clenched as he lowered his head. Isaac walked back to his mate, feeling as if he'd finally taken control of his life. He was no longer going to hide from Jacob. He was proud of who he was and the mate that he had.

"You okay?" T-Rex asked.

"Better than I've ever been," Isaac admitted. He slipped his arm around T-Rex's waist as his mate grabbed the stroller from Simon and they both headed toward their lunch date with Bryson and Milo.

Isaac was glad fate had intervened and he had broken down on the side of the road. He had met his mate, the love of his life, and now had the perfect family.

He remembered what T-Rex's mother had said to him. When one door closes, another opens.

And the door to the rest of his life had unlocked, allowing Isaac to step through and leave his past behind. He grinned as they entered the diner and spotted their friends. Isaac smiled up at T-Rex. "I knew you were trouble from the start."

T-Rex chuckled. "But you got into my truck anyway. Now I can have my way with you for the rest of our lives."

They joined Bryson and Milo, and Isaac glanced out of the big window, remembering the first time he'd come here with T-Rex. He breathed a sigh of contentment before having a seat and enjoyed the afternoon with his family and friends, closing the door on the first of his life.

THE END.

COWBOY TRUST.

Bear County.

Lynn Hagen.

Chapter One.

The man's tanned body was slick with sweat as the workers entered their final phase of building the bunkhouse for the ranch hands. As Colten Tselner stood on the back porch of the McMaster home and watched one particular worker, his body tightened with need. The human moved like a well-oiled machine under the hot sun, his body slick with sweat. Colten shifted to his other leg. He licked his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes locked onto the guy, watching his every move. He ached to sink his canines into the man's flesh.

The worker was Steven Chesney. The wind pulsed with the man's name. Colten rolled it around on his tongue as if he could actually taste the man. And he wanted to. God, how he wanted to.

He'd been watching the human for two weeks now, waiting for an opportunity to approach the guy. When Colten had first noticed Steven among the other workers, he could have sworn the ground shifted and moved under his feet. His soul seemed to reach for Steven. To recognize the human.

And when Steven had spoken to him, the human's voice had been like a blend of smoke and heat that seared Colten right through his belly.

Colten hadn't had a chance to talk to Steven since that first encounter. Steven always stayed busy the entire time he was there on the ranch. And at quitting time, he was the first to leave.

Steven's hair was the shade of autumn leaves, a blend of colors from red, to gold, to rustic-brown. Colten had gotten close enough to see that Steven's eyes were like the crystalline paleness of a January sky-the lightest blue imaginable.

The cool air shifted in his direction and Colten inhaled deeply, pulling in the delicious aroma of cinnamon and apple cider-Steven's scent. Those were two of Colten's favorite things. They reminded him of the fall, a warm hearth, and a cozy home.

Leaning against the porch post, Colten continued to sip his coffee as he watched Steven over the rim of his mug. It was mid-October and the leaves had already started to change. The nights were a little cooler, but not cold. There were thick autumn clouds in the sky, drifting past at a leisurely pace. There was a clean, crisp scent in the air, as well as the aroma of fresh baked bread.

Sam was in the kitchen cooking. Colten had left the back door open. The wonderful smells of yeast and dough drifted out through the screen door and filled the air around him. Colten loved this time of year. There was just something about the fall that brought nostalgic feelings to the surface.

He watched eddies of leaves swirl around the porch steps before his attention was once more drawn to Steven's lean, compact frame. Colten rolled his shoulders and gripped his cup tighter when Steven bent over, showing off a nicely shaped ass. That was a sight he'd never tire of.

The sound of tires crunching over gravel pulled his attention away from Steven. A few minutes later Harland and Clayton ambled around the corner. The two men from the Triple-B smiled as soon as they spotted Colten on the back porch.

"What's up?" Clayton asked with a grin as he came to a stop a few feet from Colten. He gazed at Colten with a glint of mischievousness in his dark eyes. But that was how the Italian always looked, like he was ready to get into trouble at a moment's notice.

Colten nodded at the guy. "Just enjoying the weather."

Harland placed his hands on his hips as he gazed at the men still working on the bunkhouse. He wore a pleased smile. "I told you Bear County Construction did one hell of a job," he said. "And from what T-Rex tells me, some of those men will be staying on as ranch hands."

Clayton placed a booted foot on the steps and leaned forward, resting his arms on his knee. He used his thumb to tilt his cowboy hat back. "Speaking of ranches, have you guys come up with a name for your ranch yet? Things are getting down to the wire."

Colten set his coffee mug on the banister and then crossed his arms over his chest. "We've decided. We're going to call this place Big Bear Ranch."

Clayton chuckled as if he found the name humorous. "I'm surprised T-Rex agreed to that. I have a feeling he's still wigged over Milo giving birth."

Colten ran his tongue over his bottom lip and then smiled. "He is, but he's adjusting to having bears all around him."

"How'd you pick a name?" Harland asked.

"We just all wrote a name down, tossed them in a hat, and then T-Rex picked one out. Voil, we have a winner," Colten said.

Harland chuckled as he shook his head. "And who wrote down Big Bear?"

Colten winked at the man. "I did."

His eyes strayed to the left when he spotted Steven bent over slightly as he cut a piece of wood that was sitting on a sawhorse. His ass was encased in a tight pair of Levi's and Colten felt his cock getting hard. He could almost taste the man's scent as he eyed the guy's backside.

"Damn that smells good."

Colten's eyes flickered to Clayton. He felt a rumbling growl start in his chest. Dark claws of jealousy speared into his gut. Even though Colten was well aware that Clayton was mated, his bear was standing at full alert.

"Did Sam make enough bread for everyone?" Clayton asked as he walked past Colten and up the steps. "Better yet, did he make a loaf just for me? Because I'm about to chow down."

Harland turned and pressed his back into the banister after Clayton had gone inside. "So, which guy are you checking out over there?"

Colten didn't know Harland that well. But what harm could come from telling him? He nodded toward Steven. "The one using the circular saw."