Leyland banged one hand against the steering wheel and turned the key in the
ignition with the other. He heard nothing coming from his car but the slow
dwindling wwwrrrr sound of his engine dying.
"Please, baby, don’t do this to me, not today. Start for daddy, come on,
baby," he cried desperately, turning the key again and again. Nothing.
Leyland let his head fall against the steering wheel, banging it there
several times.
Lifting his head he looked around. There was really nothing as far as he
could see. Wide open fields, fences, cows, some horses, and snowcapped
mountains off in the distance. It just wasn’t fair. He was stuck in the
middle of nowhere, his car dead, and his damn cell phone not getting any
kind of reception. He felt doomed.
Leyland wasn’t even sure they had cell phone towers out here, wherever here
was. BFE, if you asked him. He still couldn’t quite believe that he had
agreed to come out here for a photo shoot at the insistence of his agent. He
knew he should have stayed in the big city.
He
just wanted to take pictures. He was almost obsessed with taking pictures.
But there was a limit, and he had reached his. However…
Leyland quickly grabbed his camera from the passenger seat and flipped the
cover off of the lens as he reached for his door handle. Climbing from his
bright neon green Volkswagen Beetle, he looked around at the countryside
laid out before him.
There was just
something about the peaceful quite. With the exception of the occasional
bird, silent reigned. It was eerie. Leyland climbed up on the roof of his
small car, standing to his feet.
His
hands itched. Before he knew it, he had his camera up to his eye, clicking
away. He occasionally lifted his head to change the distance on the lens or
to look around for more scenery to snap.
Looking at one particular hill off in the distance, his breath caught in his
throat as he saw a lone rider riding over the grass-covered ridge. Leyland
couldn’t make out any of his features. He was too far away.
That
just made the scene before him all that more alluring. A lone rider, his
light colored cowboy hat hanging low over his face. The white of his shirt
reflected the sunlight shining down on him. The tightness of his faded blue
jeans contrasted with the light brown of the horse under him. Perfect!
Leyland clicked away as the rider rode ever closer to his position,
marveling at the darkly tanned skin and rippling muscles that he could see
the closer he rode. He was magnificent. Leyland wanted nothing more than to
keep clicking away until he ran out of film.
He
didn’t even realize the man had ridden up to him until he was right in front
of him. The man reached up and pushed the brim of his hat back, clearing his
face from the shadows of his hat.
Leyland inhaled as he narrowed his lens to his strong square face. Even
through the lens he could see that the man was breathtaking. He had a strong
rugged look to him, his jaw and cheekbones chiseled in stone. The hint of a
five o’clock shadow on his face accentuated his full lips.
Leyland slowly lowered the camera, taking in his powerful body—wide
shoulders, a hint of brown hair showing through the opening of his shirt,
strong muscular thighs. Oh, yeah, this guy was hot with a capitol HOT!
"Hello, handsome," Leyland smirked, trying to give the guy his sexiest look.
He totally ruined the effect when he took a small step towards the man and
his feet slipped off the edge of the car roof. Leyland let out a small yelp
as he started to go down. He could see the ground below coming up fast to
meet him. He quickly closed his eyes, fearing the worst.
Then
suddenly, he stopped cold. He could feel strong muscular arms wrap around
him. Leyland opened his eyes and looked up into the sexiest deep copper eyes
he had ever seen. He reached up with his hand to lightly touch the side of
the man’s face by his eyes.
"I
don’t think I have ever seen that particular shade of brown before. It’s
beautiful," he whispered. He suddenly realized what he was doing when the
big man started chuckling. His face swiftly went from awe to embarrassment,
his face burning.
He
tried to sit up but the big man’s arms were still wrapped around him. He
didn’t look like he had any intention of letting Leyland go any time soon,
either. Feeling his face turn even redder, Leyland turned to look up at him.
"Um,
could you let me go?"
The
man chuckled, his voice deep and raspy as he spoke. "I don’t think I want to
let you go just yet. You feel pretty good right where you are."
Hot
damn!!!
"Um,
okay. But it’s going to be real hard to get my car fixed sitting in your
arms."
"I
still don’t see the problem here," he chuckled again, taking Leyland’s
camera and setting it inside his car through the rolled down window.
"Listen, cowboy," Leyland began, patting the nice man on his chest, and oh
what a nice hard chest he had. Leyland knew he was going to start drooling
any second now. "I—"
"Jake."
"What?" Leyland looked up at him, confused.
"My
name is Jake, Jake McAlester. Of course, if you wanted to call me honey, or
darling, I’d settle for that too. And while I do like the way you say
cowboy, lover would be even better."
Leyland eyes widened as Jake nearly growled the last part. This big strong
sexy cowboy was making a pass at him? Hallelujah! Leyland wanted to
wiggle around and jump for joy. He couldn’t be in more agreement. He wanted
this man, and bad.
"And
what if I like cowboy better?"
"Then
cowboy it is." Well, wasn’t he just the chipper one? "But I’m still hoping
lover will be in there somewhere."
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