Whirlwind, Bailey Bradford [surface ebook reader TXT] 📗

fast. Stefan knew where he wanted to go. He knew exactly where he wanted them to go. He’d been on this ranch plenty enough times to have every bit of it memorized.

Three-quarters of the way across the barn’s roof, Stefan came to a sudden stop. He’d done it often enough to be able to go from barreling through the air to completely and utterly stopping in a flash. His pursuers, not so much. They both yelped as they shot past him. He had a flash of two pairs of green eyes, two truly magnificently muscled bodies, white-blond hair topping the head on one of them and raven-black hair on the other.

Then the two were gone, going right through the tin and wood beneath it. That told Stefan they weren’t very experienced. He dipped his head down through the roofing material just in time to see both men land in the dirty stall. It’d have been better if they’d had a corporeal body, but landing in horse shit wasn’t pleasant in any form.

Stefan lit out of there, laughing his ass off as he went. He should have remembered that cockiness was a sure-fire temptation karma never could resist.

He knew the second steely arms wrapped around his calves that he should have just popped on home instead of taking to the air. Stefan pictured his room, his nice bed that he loved even though he didn’t really need it, the laptop and all the pictures Lee had set out for him.

“Jo, grab onto me!”

Stefan heard the order even as he dissipated from the air. If those two bozos thought they were going with him, they were wrong. Blipping didn’t work that way.

His room was just as he’d left it. Stefan sighed and flopped onto the pretty blue and green blanket topping the bed. He stared up at the white ceiling, tense, doubting what he believed to be a truth. When his pursuers didn’t appear after a few minutes, he relaxed and exhaled noisily.

“What a weird day.” Stefan tucked his hands behind his head. He wondered where Conner was. Later he’d find him and tell him about the two aggressive spirits. Conner would run them off.

And Stefan was back to being bored. A nap sounded like the way to go, so he closed his eyes and let sleep take him away for a while.

* * * *

Confused didn’t even begin to cover how Gideon felt. Jordan wore a stunned expression that probably matched the one on Gideon’s face.

“How did that little shit do all of that?” Jordan groused. “If that horse shit had really gotten on us, I’d have to find the kid and put him over my knee.”

“I did attack him first,” Gideon pointed out. “I’m actually kind of impressed. He out-maneuvered us.”

“Because we don’t know how to be what we are!” Jordan exclaimed, tossing his hands up. “That Conner guy wasn’t exactly helpful with his welcome home speech. I don’t even remember what he said.”

Gideon didn’t either. They’d both been distracted by the arrival of Jordan’s casket for the burial.

“Where did he go?” Jordan continued. “Conner said we could go from one place to the other, but we tried that after we died, and look how long it took us to get to McKinton!”

It had definitely been hit and miss with them. Mostly miss, Gideon scoffed silently. “We were able to get here, we just took the scenic route. It’s not like we were tired or starving. We got here just fine, and we saw a helluva lot of the world.”

“I hate not eating,” Jordan muttered. “I want to eat. I loved food. I miss it.”

Gideon nodded, but he could take it or leave it. He’d always eaten because his body had needed the nutrition. It didn’t really matter now.

“Sex!” Jordan yelped, his eyes positively huge as he sputtered. He finally got a sentence out. “I’m never going to have sex again!”

“Why not?” Gideon asked, moving over to his friend. He put a hand on Jordan’s crotch and squeezed his junk.

“Or maybe I will,” Jordan rasped, tipping his head back. “More, Gid? I know we said before, we wouldn’t touch each other, but now…”

“Before, we were both alive and unwilling to risk damaging our friendship. That didn’t keep us from fucking guys together.” Gideon massaged the hardening length under his palm. Jo had a nice, thick cock. If Gideon were the type of guy who liked to get fucked, he’d be all over it. Hell, if he could even tolerate a dick up his ass he’d stick that big shaft up there.

However, he didn’t like getting fucked. At all. He’d tried it with guys who’d known what they were doing, and it just didn’t get him off. Jo was a top, too, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t still have some fun together.

“You know we’re still in the air?” Jo huffed.

Gideon shrugged. “So? We aren’t going anywhere, and there’s the matter of this…” He ran his thumb over the tip of Jo’s cock.

“Ah, God.” Jo shuddered and quickly worked his pants open. His cock popped right out, heavy and hot where it touched Gideon’s skin.

“Nice,” Gideon murmured as he took Jo’s shaft in hand. “Push your pants down past your balls, too. Give it all to me.”

“I don’t bottom, you know that,” Jo snapped, but he didn’t sound quite so firm about it.

Gideon filed that information away for later. When they’d been serving their country in the Marines, they’d immediately been drawn to each other. It had taken a little bit of talking and not so subtle hints for each of them to figure out the other was gay. Then they’d both confessed to being tops. After a laugh over that, they had settled on being friends who shared when they could, because finding a guy to fuck in the desert could be damned hard to do at times.

“We kept our hands off each other all that time,” Gideon murmured as he studied the contrast of his darkly tanned