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The Westerfields of Chatham County

The Westerfields of Chatham CountyWilde City Press
ISBN eBook: 978-1-925506-00-6
Genre: Gay Erotica; Contemporary Erotica; Ménage; Group/Orgy; Incest
Book Length: Novella (14,841 words)
Release Date: April 13, 2016

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Ian and Bull Westerfield have spent years loving each other in all the ways the law said they shouldn’t. When they come across a drifter looking for work, the brothers invite the stranger into their home, and eventually, to their bed.

Axel Bennett was looking for work, not a home. When an accident leaves him in the hands of the Westerfield brothers, they offer him both. Envious of the bond the brothers’ share, Axel agrees to stay the winter.

Their love will be put to the test—a piece of land or the safety of each other?

NOTE: Second Edition – This is a previously published work.

Excerpt

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Seated across from his brother, Ian Westerfield tried to ignore the stares that followed them wherever they went. He turned his attention to the lightly falling snow outside the window. It didn’t help, he could still feel them watching.

“Leave it,” Bull his older brother, said finishing his chicken-fried steak.

Ian turned his head and stared straight at Warren Long, meeting his unfriendly gaze. Although there had never been an arrest in his younger brother’s murder, Ian knew in his heart Warren had something to do with it. “Can’t.”

With a sigh of resignation, Bull wiped his mouth and got to his feet. “Then let’s go.”

Ian returned his attention to his brother. “You’re gonna let ‘em run us out of here?”

Bull ignored Ian and signaled for Jesse, the waitress. “Can we get a to-go box and our check?”

After handing the foam box to Ian, Bull leaned in close enough to whisper. “Load up the food, and I’ll take care of the bill. We need to get out of here before Old Man Winter decides to really let loose.”

Ian scowled. It had been six years since Guthrie’s body had been found. Their baby brother, the sweetest man Ian had ever known, had been beaten and left to die at the edge of the Westerfield Ranch. How was he supposed to just forget something like that? The fact that his father hadn’t seen justice done before his sudden death still ate away at Ian.

Muttering under his breath, Ian filled the to-go box. “Someone needs to pay for what they did. Bunch of uptight assholes who have nothing better to do than stick their noses where they don’t belong.”

“Ready?” Bull asked, coming up behind Ian.

With a start, Ian scowled over his shoulder. “Don’t sneak up on me.”

“Or what?” Bull led the way out of the restaurant. He opened the passenger door and waited for Ian to climb in before closing it behind him.

Ian watched his brother nod towards the gawking townspeople as if he didn’t hate their guts. That was the biggest difference between them. Bull buried his true feelings deep inside; while Ian refused to pretend he liked the closed-minded assholes.

Bull climbed behind the wheel of his new crew cab pickup and jabbed the key in the ignition. It seemed his brother wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be. Ian reached over and unzipped Bull’s fly. “Take me home?”

The corner of Bull’s mouth turned up slightly. “Absolutely.”

As soon as Bull backed out of the parking space and pulled onto the main drag of town, Ian had his hand inside his brother’s jeans.

“Can’t you at least wait until we get out of town?” Bull asked, spreading his legs to give Ian more room.

“I’ll wait until we’re outta town before I suck it, but there’s nothing wrong with playing a little first.” Ian used to enjoy their bi-weekly trip into town to get groceries, grain and one of Jesse’s famous hamburgers, but it was getting harder and harder to hold his tongue.

Bull reached down and stilled Ian’s hand. “Easy, babe. Don’t jerk the damn thing off before we get home.”

“Sorry.” Ian removed his hand, no longer in the mood for sex. Going to town always reminded him of Guthrie. Although he was their baby brother, Guthrie took after Bull and every other Westerfield male in the size department. At six-three and six-four, Bull and Guthrie seemed to tower over Ian, who, despite being a respectable five-ten was considered the runt of the family. Despite Guthrie’s size, he was still the baby brother. He was the sunshine that brightened each day that he took a breath. Guthrie had been the only blond, a gift from their mother, and the only brother with blue eyes. “Do you think about him?”

“Every hour of the day,” Bull said without taking his eyes off the road. He reached over and ruffled Ian’s, short, dark brown curls. “The difference is, every time I think of him, it brings a sense of peace to me because I know he’s in Heaven keepin’ Momma busy.”

Ian chuckled. “I know that’s right.” Guthrie was the practical joker of the family, doing anything to get a laugh. He spotted a dark figure ahead. “See that?”

“Yep.” Bull slowed. “He’s gonna freeze to death out here in that damn jacket.”

The man wore a navy blue windbreaker with the hood pulled low over his forehead.

“You planning to stop?” Ian asked.

“Can’t just drive by and leave him out there. Edgewater’s twenty miles back and Buckhorn’s another forty ahead. What the hell do you want me to do?”

Ian didn’t trust many people, especially strangers. “He’s riding in back,” he said as Bull pulled to a stop.

“Don’t be an ass.” Bull rolled down the window and yelled across the street at the man. “You got a death wish or somethin’?”

It took the stranger a moment to move, but he eventually picked up his duffle bag and jogged towards Bull’s truck. A few feet away, the slippery blacktop got the better of him and he went down, hard, smacking his head.

Ian winced at the sound of skull meeting pavement. “Holy fuck.”

When the man didn’t stir, Bull cursed, zipped his jeans and got out of the truck.

“Open the back door.” Bull bent over the man while Ian stretched over the front seat to release the catch.

“Is he dead?”

Bull lightly slapped the stranger. “Hey, buddy, you okay?”

“Is he dead?” Ian asked again.

Bull tried to lift the stranger, but shook his head. “Get out here and give me a hand, I think the guy’s full of cement.”

Bull was the strongest man Ian knew. If he couldn’t get the guy to the truck, Ian doubted he’d be much help. It wasn’t until he stared down at the unconscious man that he understood why. “Shit, he’s a big one.”

“Yeah.” Bull glanced up. “Steady his head.”

Before putting his hands under the stranger’s head, Ian needed to know exactly where he was injured. He pushed the man’s hood back and gasped.

“What?” Bull glanced at Ian before turning his attention to the unconscious man. “Okay, he’s a blond, but he’ll be a dead blond unless we get him inside.”

“Right.” Ian swallowed and positioned himself. He supported Blondie’s head against his chest and gripped the man under the arms in an attempt to lift as much of the guy’s weight as he could. “Okay.”

“On three. One. Two. Three,” Bull grunted the last number as he hoisted Blondie into his arms.

They moved together to load the injured man into the backseat. “I’ll stay back here,” Ian said, resting Blondie’s head on his lap.

“Don’t get attached,” Bull warned, climbing behind the wheel. “He’s not one of your stray dogs.”

Ian made a face at his brother. “You know you love my babies.”

Bull pulled back onto the road and headed toward the ranch at a safe speed. “Doesn’t look like the snow’s letting up anytime soon,” he grumbled. “I think we’d better prepare for the worst.”

Ian stared out the window at the blowing snow. Life was never dull, but winters were the worst. After their father died, Ian had begged Bull to sell the ranch so they could move south, but Bull refused, reminding Ian that the Westerfields had fought the Sioux for the right to ranch a piece of the expanding Minnesota Territory one hundred and thirty-eight years earlier. Each time Ian brought it up he was treated to an hour long history lesson about the search for a safe haven and how the Westerfields had finally found it in what would become Chatham County. Unfortunately, because of Ian, their family secret was no longer a secret, and Chatham was definitely no longer safe for them.

A groan caught Ian’s attention. He tore his gaze away from the weather and down to the blond man. Brilliant green eyes stared back at him. “Hey,” Ian said in a soft voice.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Ian and that gorgeous mountain of a man driving is my brother, Bull.” Ian lowered his head and whispered, “His real name’s Quinton, but he hates it.” He sat back up and winked. “What about you?”

“Yeah, I’d hate it, too.”

Ian chuckled. For someone who’d just smacked himself unconscious, Blondie was damn quick. “Good, we’re in agreement then. So, tell me who you are?”

“Axel.”

“Cool name.” When Axel tried to sit up, Ian pulled him back down. “Relax. You knocked your head damn hard. We’re taking you back to our ranch.”

Axel settled back down with his head in Ian’s lap and closed his eyes once more. “I think he’s out of it again,” Ian told Bull.

“Good, listening to the two of you flirt with each other was turning my stomach.” Bull glanced at Ian in the rearview mirror.

Meeting his brother’s big brown eyes, Ian pursed his lips and blew a kiss. “Don’t worry, stud, you’ll never be replaced in my bed.”