Honky Tonk 3: Wedding Bells & Bullets: Honky Tonk, #3

By Rain Carrington

What will happen to the wedding of the century when Hunter and Ethan are forced to babysit a mobster, deal with the homophobic father of the groomsman, and overcome their own cold feet? Sparks!  

 

Hunter and Ethan are back in the third and final installment of the Honky Tonk Trilogy. In this story, we revisit Westmore Ranch where Hunter is forced to have a man stay on the ranch who is a member of a west coast crime family. This man, Troy Castor, sets his sights on damaged Drew behind Reggie's back. And it's up to Ethan to save the day, but with heavy consequences. 

 

The wedding is not going as planned as Reggie's father blames Hunter for "corrupting his only son into homosexuality". He starts rumors, causing the vendors to run for cover to avoid being in the middle of a war between the two largest cattlemen in the area. This and their own insecurities about being the man the other deserves has them both worried if they are even ready to commit for a lifetime. 

 

When the day finally comes, bullets fly. With the bullets come revelations, tears and new dreams to reach for, but will Hunter and Ethan be the ones reaching for them together, or will one have to set out on his own? 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rain Carrington
• Release date: May 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781393495604

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 3

Wedding Bells and Bullets

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By

Rain Carrington

Copyright © 2014 Rain Carrington

All rights reserved

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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

Epilogue

Chapter 1

Standing in the stirrup, Ethan Kerr swung his leg over and gave a groan at the tight pain running from his inner thigh all the way up his ass cheek. So, he was getting use to riding. So, he was doing really well out on his own without Hunter following him around like a really tall watchdog. But the hurt it caused his nether regions was something he could live without. If things down there were going to ache, Ethan would rather the ache be caused by hot sex with his sexy fiancé and Dom, Hunter Westmore.

It wasn’t quite noon and he hadn’t looked at his phone once. The blond twink promised Hunter that he wouldn’t while he was out running the new cattle to their grazing pasture and it had been one of the hardest promises he’d ever made. As soon as he was through the back door of their home and his hat was hung, he snatched his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and saw that he had fourteen missed calls and twice that many text messages.

Fuck, damn, shit, hell, he mumbled, sitting hard on the kitchen chair.

What’s the matter, senor? Juanita Sanchez asked as she went through the kitchen while she tied her bright white apron. Hunter had hired her as their housekeeper when Ethan started falling asleep before Hunter could crawl into bed.

As soon as the wedding plans had started being made, Ethan was stretched too thin. With working at the bar three nights a week, the bunkhouse on weekends to give Cookie a break and helping with the ranch, Ethan was dragging until ten or eleven at night to get things done in the house. Hunter loved that he never complained and tried to do it all, but when their sex life had started to suffer, he’d put his foot down and hired Juanita, the mother of one of his hands.

Sorry for the language. Ethan shook his head and smiled up at her quickly. I missed calls from the florist, the caterer, the band and two from my mother. She is supposed to check on the tuxedos today to see if the tailor got the new measurements.

Juanita stopped cold and bent over his shoulder. Why you have someone all the way in New York do eet? I can sew.

Ethan kept his smile back and said, The place we bought them has to do the tailoring.

She shrugged, went to the refrigerator and started pulling out the things to make sandwiches. Ethan was just about to call the florist back when Hunter walked in the back door.

Hey, baby.

Ethan jumped up and went to Hunter, jumping up a bit to peck him quickly. I am so mad at you.

Hunter growled, You must be to give me a kiss like that.

Oh, sorry. Ethan reached up to kiss his Master more passionately and got his sore ass squeezed for the effort. After catching his breath, he said, Sorry, but your rule about the phone made me miss important calls.

Instead of answering right away, Hunter growled and turned to Juanita. Hold lunch for us a few minutes, please, Juanita. I need to have a private talk with my fiancé.

She giggled and nodded her graying head. Hunter grabbed Ethan’s hand and tugged him through the living room to their bedroom, closed the door and pushed him up against it.

Ethan’s breath became heavy and his heart tried to pound out of his chest as Hunter stared down at him with dark eyes dancing. My gorgeous submissive is questioning my rule. Hmm, what to do, what to do...

Ethan laughed and ran his hand under the collar of Hunter’s shirt. I think I must need a good spanking.

Now you’re telling me what your punishment should be?

That deep voice coming from those dark lips never failed to get Ethan hard. He rubbed his growing erection on Hunter’s thigh. I’m a bad boy.

Hunter took his mouth in a heated kiss that Ethan felt down to his toes then pulled back. No phone on rides. That’s so you concentrate on where you’re going. You aren’t the most confident rider yet, baby.

The truth was that Hunter was right, but he didn’t care at the moment. He didn’t care about the missed calls either. All Ethan cared about at that moment was the big, beefy man and all the fun things they could be doing instead of talking.

Ethan!

His head snapped up to look at Hunter, who was chuckling. Yeah?

You’re fucking impossible! Hunter kissed him quickly on the forehead then stepped away from him and pointed at the door. Juanita made lunch. Let’s eat.

Feeling completely bummed, Ethan knew not to argue. Hunter had been swamped with work but was still making time for him any chance he got. They had both been a little crazy, but they knew the other understood.

Hunter saw Ethan’s disappointment and said, Listen, why don’t we go out together after lunch. I’ll send Jake and the guys to the south forty and we can do some work... He kissed Ethan’s neck and rumbled in his ear, do some playing... another kiss on the neck then an added nibble, and some more playing...

Damn Hunter could turn him into a puddle of boiling goo! Okay Master, it’s a date.

They calmed themselves just enough to walk across the house without huge tents sticking out of the front of their pants and sat at the table to pastrami sandwiches and tomato soup. Homemade tomato soup. Juanita wouldn’t touch anything that had been in a can.

This is great, Juanita, thank you.

Of course, Meester Westmore, she said, smiling.

As she left, Ethan took a huge bite of the sandwich while he checked his phone again. Three calls from the florist. What the hell could be wrong? The wedding wasn’t for another month. He dialed, and as soon as his call was answered, he asked, What is the problem with the Westmore wedding order?

A woman sucked in her breath and said, Mr. Westmore?

Ethan smiled a little. It was the first time he’d been called that. Not yet, but soon. I’m Ethan Kerr, Mr. Westmore’s fiancé.

The woman who had identified herself as Celia said in a whisper, I’m so very sorry, Mr. Kerr, but my employer won’t take the job. He...he’s very busy in June.

Ethan hung the phone up without another word and set it down on the table. Anger swelled in his gut and he wanted to strike out but held it in as best he could.

What’s wrong, Ethan?

If he said it out loud, he might throw up, but he had to. He didn’t keep things from Hunter. Ethan had learned the hard way that if he did, it caused too many problems not only with his relationship but within himself.

We need to find a new florist.

Hunter was quiet for a moment then simply asked, Oh?

Yeah. No biggie. Ethan got up from the table and took his plate to the counter, pulling out the plastic wrap from the drawer. He doesn’t do gay weddings, he said as casually as he could.

Hunter was behind him in a second rubbing his hands over Ethan’s arms. That’s fucking unacceptable. I’ll make sure he never does business in this town again.

Ethan turned and looked up into Hunter’s eyes. He loved this man so much he never knew love could be so big. No. He has a right to his opinion. Just leave him alone.

Taking his face into huge hands Ethan’s face was tilted up by Hunter as the man bent over to give him a tender kiss. You’re a better man than me, baby.

Not a chance.

Listen, go get the horses ready, take them each an apple and I’ll be out in a second. I’m going to wrap up our sandwiches and we can eat them al fresco.

Always knowing just what to do and say to make him feel better, Hunter once again put him at ease. He grabbed a red and a green apple from the bowl of fruit on the table and headed for the door, taking his hat off the hook on the way.

Hunter’s big gray stallion, Bit of Mayhem, stood tall under the huge oak. He was tied next to the horse Hunter had gotten for him a couple month’s back, Rocky’s Revenge. Ethan finally understood why his Dom loved Mayhem so much, because he felt like that about Rocky. Rocky was Ethan’s reward for being able to ride on his own after Hunter had helped him finally subdue his agoraphobia. Now Ethan rode Rocky everywhere and they moved together as if he was born to ride the chestnut gelding.

He went to Rocky first, knowing what a snit he’d be in if Mayhem got the first apple. Hey, buddy. Here ya go. The horse took the pieces Ethan cut for him with his pocket knife, eating them quickly while Mayhem swung his head over to watch, his front leg lifting and coming down hard, letting Ethan know he was not amused.

I’m coming, you cranky old glue factory.

Ethan finished feeding Rocky and then started cutting Mayhem’s apple. Mayhem refused to eat red but was casually pleased with the green.

Hunter came out just as Ethan fed Mayhem the last bite. Are we ready?

Sure.

They mounted their horses then headed off towards the pasture Ethan was working before lunch. He rode quietly, worried that he hadn’t gotten any more of the wedding business done but after the florist, his heart just wasn’t in it.

Come on, Ethan, forget the bigoted asshole. If you want, I will beat his ass. Hunter was teasing but Ethan knew if he said the word Hunter would indeed smack the man around. Especially if Hunter thought it would put a smile back on his lover’s lips.

Nah, forget him. It’s just...well we are doing the right thing right? I mean we haven’t been together all that long and I want you to be sure.

Without saying a word, Hunter pulled alongside of Ethan’s horse and pulled him right off of Rocky onto the saddle with him. He wrapped his arm around Ethan’s neck and growled in his ear while Ethan was still in shock from the quick change of mounts, Don’t piss me off today, baby. How much more do I have to do to prove to you that I love you and want to spend my life with you?

Ethan’s hat fell to the ground and as Hunter’s arm loosened its hold Ethan flipped around, wrapping his legs around Hunter’s hips. That should just about do it.

While growling more but starting to smile, Hunter pulled Ethan in to a crushing kiss that took Ethan’s breath from him. I do believe you are trying to get into trouble. What’s wrong, baby? Cold feet?

Laughing, Ethan shook his head and said an emphatic, No. No way. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I guess I just want everything perfect.

It is perfect. We’re together. Who gives a shit about the weddin’ part? I let you have your way with this fancy shit but if it is gonna start problems ‘tween us, it’s off and we’ll just get hitched at Honky Tonk.

Ethan purred as Hunter’s anger made his southern accent come out. Maybe we just need to practice the honeymoon again.

Hunter’s hands found his lover’s ass quickly and pulled Ethan into him, their erections rubbing together hard as Ethan wrapped his arms around Hunter’s neck to take the kiss he craved. Hunter had the most amazing mouth, so soft yet so forceful. It never failed to make Ethan dizzy with lust.

In deft movements, Hunter had Ethan’s pants opened and his leaking cock out, stroking it in quick hard jerks even as Ethan struggled with Hunter’s pants. Hunter grinned as he watched Ethan’s hard time, which made his boy all the more determined to get it open without help.

Finally, the tight button popped open and the zipper was down so Ethan’s hand could grip his lover’s massive cock in his long-fingered hand. Their mouths came together again, only this time, their breathing was ragged and their groans joined their tongues in the dance.

Hunter’s callused hand worked him so perfectly, steady rough rhythm bringing him waves of desire he’d always dreamed of but none of his other lovers had ever come close to giving him. Mayhem stayed still during their mutual jerkoff, only giving