Honky Tonk 2: Coastal Cowboys: Honky Tonk, #2

By Rain Carrington

In this sequel to Honky Tonk, Hunter Westmore and Ethan Kerr travel first to New York. Invited by Ethan's estranged parents for Thanksgiving, Hunter guides Ethan through getting his broken family to mend, but along the way, he comes upon more obstacles. 

 

Reggie is there, in college like he'd dreamed, but finds a man in need at a club. With Ethan's help, he saves the man from an old boyfriend of Ethan's, one that hasn't forgotten him. Ferguson Kenroy is out for vengeance, yes, but more than that, he wants Ethan and he'd go to any length to get him. 

 

Across the country, Cane is involved with his own mystery. Seth, a man he has quickly fallen for, has many secrets. Hunter takes an immediate dislike to Seth. Protective of his former submissive, Hunter forces him to reveal who he really is, and once it's out, Hunter must put aside his better judgement to save his future husband.  

 

Intrigue, pain and loss are heavy in the hearts of the men, though they pull together to help one another. From one coast to another, Ethan and Hunter see that their love doesn't simply encompass the two of them, but has grown and spread to others. That may be the only way to save Ethan… 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rain Carrington
• Release date: Nov 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781393827290

Rain Carrington

I love writing, it's been my dream for many years, and in October of 2013, when my first book went live on Amazon, that dream came true. Writing love stories that are centered on flawed but lovable characters is my passion. Finding love between people isn't easy, nor should it be. Even in a book, there have to be obstacles for the story to feel real. I am a mother of three amazing people, and three adorable fur babies. I live in Colorado but love many other places besides my home. One state in particular is New Mexico, the state where I was born has always held a place in my heart. People and places make my stories what they are. Each character I've written is a part of me in some way. Each place I write is as well. Adventures come in many ways, and each of my stories has taken me on an adventure that I treasure. Come with me on my adventures and fall in love with my characters, as I have. I promise, you will love the ride. www.raincarrington.com https://twitter.com/RainCarrington https://www.facebook.com/rain.carrington https://www.facebook.com/Rain-Carringtons-Bear-Lake-Chronicles-104627634658342 https://www.instagram.com/raincarrington/ https://www.bookbub.com/authors/rain-carrington https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/rain-carrington/ https://mewe.com/i/raincarrington https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7082503.Rain_Carrington https://www.raincarrington.com/newsletter

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Honky Tonk:

Coastal Cowboys

By Rain Carrington

Honky Tonk: Coastal Cowboys

Copyright © 2013 Rain Carrington

All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

The purchase of this ebook allows you to only one legal copy for your own personal reading on your own personal device or computer. You do NOT have resell or distribution rights without the permission of the publisher and copyright owner of this book. Do not copy in any way.

Warning: This book contains scenes of sexual situations between two or more consenting men. There are also scenes of BDSM. Please to not attempt any of the activities in this book without knowing how to be safe.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

A very special thanks to the readers who got me started on the writing sites AFF and Fictionpress. I couldn’t have done it without you!

Chapter 1

Sitting in the bunkhouse kitchen drinking coffee with Cookie brought back old times and made him a little sad. He missed helping her feed the many ranch hands at the WM ranch everyday. His lover and Dom, Hunter Westmore, however, wanted more of his time than having two jobs allowed.

Whether his trepidation was missing his job as second in command at the bunkhouse kitchen or the fact that he was about to get on a plane with Hunter to New York to see his parents, Ethan Kerr didn’t know. He wasn’t ready to see them, he knew that much. It had been over two years since he’d seen them and five since he’d lived under their roof. Cookie could see that the visit wasn’t just to remember the old days when they’d worked together from sun-up to sundown. She knew Ethan needed a friend to bounce his nervousness off.

So, sweetie, how’s the food that you haven’t taken three bites of?

Ethan looked down at his plate then up to Cookie with an embarrassed grin. Sorry, Cookie, it’s really not the food.

Her cast was off, and her leg mended so Cookie was back to her old fast-moving self. After snatching his plate from in front of him and setting it in the sink, she gave him a squinted-eyed glare. They’re your parents, not the Spanish Inquisition.

Ethan’s head shot up and he tried to seem innocently confused, but her stare never faltered and then he remembered. Besides Carter and Hunter, Cookie was the one person in the world that could see well past his bullshit.

Yeah they are pretty close though. They are perfect. They have always been perfect, and they do not recognize anything but perfection.

"You are perfect,  she countered while Ethan scoffed loudly. She held up her hand and continued, You are the most perfect Ethan you can be. You are a perfect boyfriend to Hunter, a perfect friend to the rest of us. Perfect to me doesn’t mean without faults. Perfect means that you stay true to yourself, and if you let your folks get your boxers in a bunch, then you are not being true to yourself."

Ethan got up and went to her picking her up, attempting to copy one of Hunter’s patented bear hugs. Thanks, Cookie.

Go get ready. At least you get to see Reggie too; there is your oasis from the heat.

Ethan’s eyes lit at the thought of seeing his beloved friend again.  Reggie had called his own parents and begged off Thanksgiving with them so he could be in town when Hunter and Ethan showed up. Ethan was completely grateful to him for it.

That’s true. I can’t wait to see him.

oooOooo

Reggie Taylor rolled over in his twin bed, nearly falling off the edge before he woke up and rubbed his eyes. He felt a hand snake over his bare chest, and he turned his head to look at Kenny, Benny...Lenny? and smiled.

Are you up for some morning fun, Sir?

Reggie, despite his training and the several men he’d dominated since arriving in New York, was still not used to the honorific. Here this thin man was, looking at him with perfect submissiveness, and as hard as it was making his cock, he had to go. He had to get to the airport to meet his dearest friends.

Get dressed and go home. I’ll try to see you again next week.

Lenny?? Yeah, he was pretty sure it was Lenny, got out of bed and obediently got dressed as he headed for the door. He only looked back once to wave his hand and Reggie blew him a kiss.

After the door to his room was closed, he fell back on the pillow and looked up at the stained ceiling. The room was tiny, and it was beat to hell, but it was cheap and served its purpose. He wished he could have a nice place on his own so he could invite Hunter and Ethan to stay with him, but he had to watch every dime. His father was paying for school and only school and he was lucky to have gotten that after the fight they had had over not staying in New Mexico to take over the family ranch. The rest was all from his meager savings and his mother sending him a couple of hundred whenever she could.

He got up and found his pants inside out and on the floor at the bottom of the bed where he’d left them the previous night. He righted them and pulled them on, then went out of his room to the bathroom. The drone of reggae music was already wafting through the hall. After he pissed and washed, he walked down to the living room and stuck his head through to say hello to one of his roommates, Ellie.

Ellie was a liberal arts major with long blonde dreads and a flower tattooed on her neck. He smiled at her as he watched her take a long puff from her dragon-shaped pipe.

Hey, Master, your little slave was hot.

Reggie walked in and plopped down on the sofa next to her, taking the pipe before she could offer it. He was okay.

The walls were thin in the apartment and the three tenants knew more about each other’s sex lives than they wanted to know. Ever since one of Reggie’s first conquests in the city begged for his cock, calling out the title, Sir, Ellie couldn’t resist calling him that.

Okay? She seemed to contemplate this as she took another hit of the strong-smelling pot.

Yeah, okay. How was Snoop eat-my-pussy? Ellie let out a cloud of smoke as she burst out laughing, and Reggie took the pipe from her before it fell to the couch cushion.

His name is Tsunami!

Whatever. He’s a joke. You could do better, although I doubt if you could tell the difference.

She turned to him with narrowed, red eyes and smiled with the goofy smile she almost always had on her thin pink lips. So could you. Why don’t you find one perfect little ass to spank and be done with it?

He wanted that, of course he did. One boyfriend that would be okay with him not only being the Dom he enjoyed being but also the soft lover he wanted to be sometimes. The problem was, all the guys he’d been with and being that he’d only been in New York four months was considerable, they all wanted either/or. There was no in between. The only ones who wanted him long term were the slaves who wanted a full time Dom. He didn’t want to be full time. He wanted to play and leave it at that. Just play then they would be able to go to a movie or to dinner without him groveling or shuffling behind him like a pet potbellied pig.

I don’t believe there is someone like that.

Their talk was forgotten two minutes after Reggie got up and went to finish dressing as Ellie took another monster hit. He checked himself in the mirror to make sure he looked his best. The two men coming into the city were possibly his two favorite people in the world. Even though Hunter and Ethan were totally committed to one another, there was always the chance he could find a sub for the night and they could do a wild night of fucking alongside of each other. They’d done so in Mesa Rojo when he was training with Cane, a former submissive of Hunter’s he had given to Reggie to help him learn to become a Dom. There’d been no hotter time for Reggie in his relatively short sex life.

Hunter had seen the dominant side of the tall brunette long before anyone else had spotted it. Because of his training and new confidence, he had been able to talk to his father about leaving New Mexico for school. Now it was carrying that confidence to all other aspects of his life and he owed Hunter a lot.

He got to the old Ford pickup he’d found a few days after arriving and bought for dirt cheap because no one knew how to fix the timing chain and headed for JFK. He’d only been to the airport once when he’d arrived, and it had scared the shit out of him. It was still intimidating but after navigating the roads and parking lots, he finally parked and ran full speed in so he could catch them at the gate. He got through security fine and once he was at their gate, he didn’t have to wait long. Hunter was first through, looking as big and intimidating as ever, all six foot four inches of him. He wore his black Stetson, like he had all the time back home, and his black eyes pierced the crowd for their friend. He was a beautiful man, muscled, stubbled face making his already rugged good-looks rougher.

Following him was every gay man’s ideal twink with an attitude, Ethan, with his blonde haired, hazel eyed gorgeousness. He went to them at a jog and took the hug Hunter offered first, Dom to Dom in respect, before he turned to Ethan to squeeze him tight.

Reggie you look so great! Ethan was his normal exuberant self and Hunter stood behind him with a possessive hand on his partner’s shoulder. It was expected. No matter how many times they had fucked their subs in the same bed Hunter, had never forgotten that Ethan and Reggie had been lovers first. It was catching them in a compromised position that had pushed Hunter to finally show his growing feelings for the Ethan.

You too, Ethan, you even smell like New Mexico!

Ethan stopped smiling and cocked his head, mumbling, I’m not sure that’s a compliment.

Reggie rolled his eyes. Of course, it is! I can’t believe how home sick I can get for that no-account place.

Hunter laughed and slapped his back. It misses you too. It’s not the same without you.

Reggie led them out to the truck, and once all their bags were in the bed, Ethan climbed in to sit in the middle of the two Doms. Reggie got out of the maze and finally got back on the highway towards the hotel where Hunter and Ethan would be staying. He and Ethan talked over one another trying to catch the other up on all the news as Hunter sat quietly as usual unless someone asked him a direct question. Once they pulled up to the hotel, Reggie jumped out and started to grab the suitcases, but Hunter stopped him.

They have people that do that.

Oh, well, excuse me, the butlers at my place are all on holiday in the Hamptons so I forget what it’s like to be wealthy, Reggie joked as he bowed.

Hunter smirked at him and went to check in while Reggie and Ethan stayed outside so Reggie could light a cigarette. Ethan grimaced and asked, Since when did you start smoking?

Giving a half shrug and wink Reggie said, It’s the clubs. I never thought I could get used to half the stuff I’m used to already and still manage to keep my grades up.

The clubs had been Ethan’s scene for years after his parents had kicked him out. Even though he was underage he managed to frequent them and had been the favorite of most of the men there. Shit, I remember that. Maybe we can convince Hunter to take us one night. I know all of my old friends and roomies would still be around and I would love to show off my man.

Reggie laughed as he blew out smoke. Yes, I’m sure you would make an impact walking in with that skyscraper of testosterone. All those fairies would fly around him, and he’d have to swat them away like flies.

Fairies?

Reggie laughed and shook his head. I started my homosexual life off with you and Hunter. Even Cane was more macho than most of the guys at the clubs.

Hunter looked around the corner and waved them in. Reggie stepped on his cigarette butt and followed Ethan, watching as Ethan kissed Hunter tenderly like they had been apart for hours instead of just a few minutes. It made his heart sore watching it, knowing how in love they were but he also took heart in the fact that both had been through their dues just like him. Having to wade through a sea of cum shooters to find the one who would make him act like a love-crazed idiot like his best friends.

In the elevator, Hunter and Ethan were sharing an inside joke and whispering to one another until Hunter noticed that Reggie was trying to look at every angle in the large box they were in so he could avoid them.

Have you heard from Cane lately? Hunter asked while rubbing over Ethan’s back.

Reggie leaned back on the wall and nodded. Of course, Hunter. We talk once a week. He’s still on the great Dom search. He left San Francisco and moved to LA.

Yeah I know, Hunter said while he nodded. Reggie saw the worry on the big man’s face as they made their way down to the hall to the couple’s suite of rooms.

What’s wrong? Is he alright?

Hunter held up his hand as Ethan used the key card to open the door. He’s not hurt or anything. He needed a loan is all. The last guy he was with ran off with his wallet while Cane was tied to the bed. Used all of his credit cards and took the money out of his bank before he called a friend of Cane’s to let him lose.

Reggie’s hand clenched into a fist. He hated anyone being hurt, but Cane meant a lot to him. They knew almost from the first that they didn’t mesh as far as staying together after training was over, but they still kept in touch and cared a great deal for each other.

He didn’t fucking tell me? What the hell?

Ethan took Reggie’s hand and dragged him over to the couch, pulling him down to sit by him. It’s alright, Hunter sent him a good stack of cash and he’s in a new city now. He didn’t want to worry you. As his old Dom he knew you would want to protect him.

Fucking idiot. He’s trying to help me learn to be a good Dom and he goes and gets himself robbed by some random asshole. I should make him come out here.

Hunter sat across from the two and took off his hat, throwing it on the table between them. No, you don’t. If you wanted to make him do anything you should have stayed his Dom. If you tell him to move out here, he would come, and he would expect to be yours. You two already figured out that you didn’t belong together.

Ethan leaned his head on Reggie’s shoulder and Reggie kissed his head. I know. Fuck.

Well the good news is, he will be more careful the next time. Ethan said this as he stared into his beautiful Dom’s eyes and Reggie suddenly felt like he was a third wheel.

He started to get up and said, I should let you two settle in.

Hunter’s eyes fell on him and he shook his head once. No. This boy of mine has missed you like crazy. There is plenty of time later to fuck him until he can’t walk right.

Reggie sat back down and glanced at Ethan who was not only turning red, but his mouth was wide with a smile that only could mean he was looking forward to that time. Reggie pushed his friend’s head until Ethan giggled wildly and Reggie laughed along with him. Hunter rolled his eyes at the young men and got up to go to the bar to open a bottle of Heineken from the mini fridge.  So, did you try that club I told you about or just the ones Ethan went to with all the shirtless twinks and hairy bears?

Reggie laughed at Ethan who looked perfectly upset that his lover didn’t appreciate his old stomping grounds. No, well I went by it. Pretty scary. It might be different than when you remember it.

Hunter cocked his head. "Scary how?

Well a guy I met here went with me and he said that part of town is big with the druggies now. He said it’s full of crack and not in the good sense of the word. The subs were all sticks and the Doms looked like none had seen a dentist in a hundred years let alone a condom.

Bad news.

There is a place I found down the street from Hellion.

Ethan looked out dreamily. Hellion...oh how many times I danced on the pulsating lights of that floor.

Hunter walked around behind him, grabbed him by the hair to pull his head back and he then gave him a quick kiss. I bet that’s all you did there too, he said sarcastically.

Not even close.

Reggie looked up at Hunter and offered, I could show you the place. It’s hopping from ten o’clock on.

Tuesday. That and going to some of Ethan’s old haunts can be his reward for being a good boy and playing nice with his parents tomorrow.

Ethan scowled and pouted, causing Reggie to tousle his hair. Be a good wittle boy now, he teased, causing Ethan to throw Reggie a scathing look.

He’s been shitting his pants. Has no faith in his Dom to charm his parents.

I have plenty of faith in you; it’s me I have the doubts about.

Chapter 2

It was bad enough not getting laid before he went to sleep in the big king-sized hotel bed but tying him up to sleep was worse. Ethan pulled at the leather cuffs and looked over at his sleeping Dom, wishing the big man would just wake up and ravage him, fuck his nervousness right out of his body. No such luck, Hunter was asleep, and the morning loomed before him a mere three hours away.

When Hunter did finally wake, Ethan watched his black orbs appear and Ethan cut his eyes away immediately. As he laid there, no saying a word, not giving the man he loved the smile he was used to getting first thing upon his waking, he heard Hunter grunt. He felt the bed move before the face that made his heart skip beats was in his line of sight, blocking out the fancy light fixture that he’d been staring at.

Ethan’s mad?

Ethan closed his eyes to block out those eyes, but he couldn’t block the lips on his bare chest, the tongue on his nipple and he sure as hell couldn’t block out the deep chuckle that boomed so close to him.

"Can you unbind me now, Master?" he said the honorific with as much sarcasm as he could get to drip from his voice and Hunter’s humor stopped.

"Maybe not, if you’re going to speak to me that way, slave."

Finally, Ethan looked at him and could see the line between Hunter’s eyes that let Ethan know his lover was not happy. He took a deep breath and soothed him. I’m sorry. I have to piss. May I, please?

Hunter unbound Ethan’s wrists and Ethan rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He knew Hunter would be pissed at him, but he didn’t fucking care. He didn’t care if Hunter whipped his ass raw.

As soon as he was finished, he walked back out and found his shorts on the floor where Hunter had left them the previous after he’d peeled them off. After they were on, he went to the closet to get out the clothes he planned to wear to brunch. Brunch. A noncommittal meal that could be eaten quickly so they could leave with little muss or fuss. The more he thought about it, the more pissed he got and he practically tore the shirt off of the hanger before Hunter’s arms closed around him.

"I know you’re upset with me. I know you think you needed to be fucked last night but it wouldn’t have helped. I could’ve fucked you for hours and all it would have accomplished is to kill the bad feelings for a while like it always did and when we were finished, they would still be there. I want you to get through this without running to a dick for comfort. I want you to run to me, not my dick, baby."

The hanger and the shirt fell from Ethan’s hands and his head dropped. Hunter held him while he wanted to collapse on the floor with the shirt and soon, he was in Hunter’s arms on the bed. Hunter carried him there and his lover’s big, strong chest was pressed closely to his back and Hunter lavished kisses over his neck and shoulders. They didn’t speak and he was surprised in himself, but he didn’t cry. The shaking that started in his chest that morning started to dissipate and as soon as it was gone, he turned over and faced his man with a look of submission and resolution.

So, the worst scenario is they still don’t accept me. They don’t believe that we are a real couple and they ask me not to come back again. I have a home to go to this time and a wonderful man to go home to.

Hunter kissed him sweetly before he said, That’s my baby. And that is just the worst case scenario. It could go much better and probably will.

Just promise me something?

Hunter chuckled and Ethan knew that he knew exactly what the request would be.

We go out tomorrow night and fuck like rabbits in every club so I can show off my new man.

Hunter took his mouth in a devastating kiss and then rose up and said, If that is what my boy wants then that is what he will get.

The car came for them at 10:30 a.m., and Ethan had to entwine his fingers together on his lap so he wouldn’t fiddle with them and drive his Master insane. Hunter brought Ethan’s head onto his shoulder and kissed his head.

Breathe.

I have no problem with my lungs, but I may puke.

Hunter dressed in a nice suit, one that was custom made and perfectly fit him. Ethan did the same, but didn’t feel as if anything he wore would be good enough.

Hunter held him tight and as they pulled into his old neighborhood Ethan looked at all the houses as they slowly made their way down the street. He remembered all the families that lived in the houses. The Ketterings, Gutles, Demoines, Banners and finally the Kerrs.

The house looked the same. A two story with an open porch. The rose bushes were losing their leaves for the winter as well as the huge oak out back. The stepping stones were all perfectly in line and flat. He sometimes wondered if his mother took a level to them once a week to make sure they hadn’t shifted. The house was still a neutral and unamazing tan color and the shutters a distinguished medium blue. The curtains all lace, even in the bedrooms for a look of total conformity to the outside world.

Hunter waited until the driver opened the door for them and he took Ethan’s hand to stand outside in the cool November air. Ethan saw the curtain in the living room move and knew there was no turning back. He had to go in or look like a coward, and he learned one thing about himself while he’d been with Hunter. He was no coward. Even the debilitating agoraphobia that had plagued him for years had lessened since they had fallen in love, so he could handle his parents.

As they approached the door, Hunter buttoned his suit jacket and put his hand on the small of Ethan’s back. A simple gesture, but it was all Ethan needed to know that he wasn’t alone. Hunter was with him and Hunter would never let anything happen to him. Nothing bad could happen as long as his big strong partner was with him.

The door opened and relief and happiness flooded him. It was Kyle, his younger brother and the spitting image of him.

Ethan!! Kyle lunged into his arms, all 80 pounds of him or at least that’s how much Ethan had weighed when he was 13.

Kyle! I’ve missed you, little bro.

Kyle pulled back, a smile on his bow shaped lips that were so much like Ethan’s, they could have been clones. The same with his brown eyes that had the big flecks of green in them.

Come in, Mom and Dad are in the kitchen finishing up.

Ethan looked up at Hunter and then back to his brother. Kyle this is Hunter, my boyfriend.

Kyle looked up at the man he hadn’t really noticed was there before, and his eyes got wide. He’s big.

Ethan laughed and said, Yeah, he is. He’s a cowboy.

Kyle chuckled. There’s no such thing anymore Ethan. He’s a rancher it’s not like it’s the Wild West or anything.

It’s nice to meet you, Kyle, Hunter said, smiling at the boy’s cheekiness. Kyle took Hunter’s proffered hand and shook it nervously, seeming to be afraid he might not get it back.

Ethan took Hunter’s hand and looked up to him, getting a wink before he led his partner through his old house. The place was still as perfect as ever, white linen sofas over neutral colored thick rugs, curio cabinet with Ellen’s Precious Moments collectables that were dusted once a week whether they needed it or not. The walls were lined with family pictures down the hall to the dining room that held the thick oak dining table and huge china cabinet with the wedding china the couple had received some 20 years ago, after their storybook wedding.

The kitchen loomed before them and there they were. Harold and Ellen Kerr, both blonde, groomed elegantly and stylishly, and both appearing to be nearly as afraid as Ethan felt. Hunter and Ethan stopped just short of them and the four of them just looked at each other for a full minute before Hunter took a step forward and broke the silence.

Mr. and Mrs. Kerr, I’m Hunter Westmore. We spoke on the phone.

Ellen swallowed and held out her hand to Hunter, and once he took it in both of his, she said, Of course Mr. Westmore.

Her green eyes fell on her son and seemed to well with tears for the briefest second then she was once again composed. Ethan, I’m so happy you’re finally home.

She went to her son and gave him a hug and Ethan let out the breath he’d been