His Old Kentucky Home
His Old Kentucky Home Copyright © 2015, Brynn Paulin
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His Old Kentucky Home
A
Daly Connection
Story
By Brynn Paulin
Resplendence Publishing
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Gems of Romantic Fiction
His Old Kentucky Home
Copyright © 2015, Brynn Paulin
Edited by CJ Slate and Jaclyn Thomas
Cover Art by Les Byerley
Published by Resplendence Publishing, LLC
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Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-845-9
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Electronic Release: January 2015
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
Who says you can never go home? Sully Przkop, that’s who!
Ten years ago, Sully vowed never to return to Blue Grove, Kentucky and the family who’d betrayed him. Now, he’d built a new life, a life that includes the lover he calls Sir—Cord Sabatello.
Submitting to Cord in the bedroom sends fire zinging through Sully, but lately, life outside that bedroom is anything but perfection. The emotional distance between them has Sully wondering if Cord plans to say goodbye forever—especially now that 1400 miles separates them.
But Cord has other plans, and leaving his man to fend for himself in Kentucky, isn’t one of them. They need to find their way back home together, but will “home” lead them in different directions or will it lead them back into each other’s arms forever?
For everyone who asked: But what happens in Kentucky?
Chapter One
Sully Przkop staggered as a fist slammed into the side of his face, grazing his temple. His ears rang as he blinked to clear his blurry vision. Blood and sweat made seeing impossible. Still, he knew his attackers—the horse farm’s foreman…the manager…two of his cousins…several of the stable hands. He fell into a stall, his feet slipping on the wet cement floor.
Someone grabbed his shirt and yanked him upright.
“Oh no, you don’t,” the man growled. “You’re not gonna get out of this because of your pussy ways.”
Another man laughed. “Maybe after this, you’ll think twice about letting some cock up your ass. Be a man, boy!”
The directive was accompanied by a double slam—one to his chest and the second to his jaw. This time, Sully went down and slammed into the hard floor. Desperate, sure they’d kill him, he sluggishly tried to crawl away. Several booted feet connected with his abdomen and legs as he moved.
“Uh-uh, you little cock-sucker,” another man said as he dragged Sully back.
How could people he knew—people he’d trusted—treat him this way? Attack him?
They would kill him. And the worst of it was, he hadn’t even done what they accused him of doing. Sure, he and Griffin had talked about sex, but they hadn’t gotten that far. Not even close.
“I didn’t. I haven’t,” he insisted, his words slurred. Blackness distorted the sides of his already hazy vision. They’d been beating him ever since he’d returned from his date with Griffin. How long? It seemed like an eternity.
Two of his cousins shoved him back and forth between then, dizzying him even further. They smacked him hard across the face and punched his torso. The blows seemed to reverberate into his muscles. One slammed into his neck. He couldn’t breathe. Stars leapt before his eyes, and as if his body had given up, he felt himself falling.
Beyond the men, he saw his brother enter the stable, his form blurred as he stood there, watching. Sully tried to reach out a hand to him. Begging. Pleading.
“Brian,” he rasped, imploring his older brother’s help. All Brian had to do was command this to stop and all the men would leave him be. Just…one…word.
Their green eyes, so much alike, met. Brian’s face pulled into a grimace of disgust.
“Make sure to clean up that blood,” he growled at the men.
“Brian, please,” Sully cried as he saw salvation slipping away.
His brother slowly shook his head then turned. Just like that, he walked away even as another blow slammed Sully into the concrete, his head bouncing with a sickening thud. The bright, wire-framed lights overhead spun, darkening as he lay broken on the cement floor, his blood puddling around him while everything slipped away and death beckoned.
* * * *
Ten years later
Sully jerked awake, sweat coating his body as the images of his dream receded into his memory. His heart beating faster than a captured bird’s, he sat up and drew his knees to his chest under the blankets. His elbows rested on his knees as he buried his head in his hands. His fingers curled into his hair, the damp strands sticking to his skin.
Dear God, how could he go back to Kentucky? So much hatred waited for him in Blue Grove. He doubted the small town had evolved much since he’d left. They’d still hate him. He was stronger now. Smarter. But he’d still be no match for a group of men if they decided to beat his homosexuality out of him again.
What the hell was he thinking to agree to this trip? He’d debated it every day since he’d been called on Brian’s behalf. Brian needed him. He’d been injured, paralyzed, in a riding accident. Someone needed to help run the horse operation temporarily. Someone who was family and had been versed in the business since birth. Someone who loved horses. Sully.
His family had been breeding and selling award-winning animals since before the Civil War. The farm had almost been destroyed by that war, but they’d come back. The Przkops always came back. He was living proof of that. He’d moved on from his own life-destroying experience as soon as he’d regained consciousness and could crawl to his car. He’d left behind
Verus,
the family plantation, as well as the small town that had fostered the hatred against him and anyone like him. Even back then, he’d known he’d never change. Change was impossible. He was what he was. It wasn’t an ill-advised choice. It was his DNA.
He’d left there with nothing but his car, the bloody clothes on his back and whatever was in his wallet. Needing medical attention, but choosing against it, he’d driven west, having heard of ranches in Wyoming and Montana that would hire men to help with their operations.
A large warm hand settled in the middle of his back, drawing him from his thoughts. “Another bad dream?” his lover, Cord Sabatello asked as he sat and scooted closer. His arm went around Sully, offering his strength.
“I wish it was just a dream,” Sully muttered. “More like a flashback.”
He’d never told Cord the extent of what had happened, but Cord knew enough. God, Sully didn’t dare tell his man everything. That it had been family who’d done that to him? Friends he’d known since childhood? That Brian had walked away when Sully most needed him? Hell no. Not only would Cord keep him from going, he’d find a way to destroy those who had hurt Sully. He knew people through the rodeo, plenty of powerful men. Hell, he and Cord even worked for one of the most powerful men in Wyoming: Robert Daly.
“Don’t go,” Cord pleaded, the words more of a command than an appeal. A shiver worked through Sully as his lover’s intensity evoked arousal. Most saw Cord as an easygoing jokester who took little very seriously. They saw only glimpses of the true man inside, the man whose arms Sully gravitated into because he could take away Sully’s problems and create a sensual world comprised of only the two of them.
“I have to,” Sully replied, burrowing his head into Cord’s shoulder. “What kind of asshole would I be if I didn’t go? I have to. Brian needs me—so does my grandma. I’m most worried about her. If the farm folds, what would happen to her?”
“Bring her here,” Cord suggested.
“She’d never leave Kentucky. Her family has been there since the early eighteen hundreds. She’s already peeved at me for leaving.”
“She’d rather you stayed in that hotbed of hatred?”
In the dark, Sully rolled his eyes. “If Gran caught anyone messing with me, she’d beat them with her cane. She’s lethal with that thing and doesn’t put up with any crap. The day I left, I had to beg her not to get in her car and go after the men who’d attacked me.”
He smiled. He’d missed her.
Cord chuckled. “She sounds like a character. I’d like to meet her.”
“Maybe, I can talk her into a vacation out here. I don’t know how she’d take Daly though. She’s a bit traditional.”
“Is she one of those ‘one women-one man and that’s the only combination there can be’ people?”
Sully grimaced. He’d always thought his gran was more progressive than that, but he couldn’t be sure. His brother’s intolerance had to have come from somewhere, but Sully had just never seen it in her. Had he been blind?
A shiver went through him, and Cord hugged him tighter.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.
Sully glanced over at him, surprised by that commanding tone right now. Was this…?
Cord’s eyes narrowed and his chin tilted down slightly.
Oh…
Oh!
This was one of
those
times. Cord meant to distract him in the best way possible.
“Yes, Sir,” Sully said, climbing from the bed, his dark thoughts skittering away for the moment and excitement sparking to life inside him. He and Cord had a secret life no one else knew about—one where he submitted to Cord’s dominance and whatever pleasure that brought.
He yanked off the T-shirt he’d worn to bed then shoved off his pajama pants and briefs. Naked, he stood beside the bed with his head bowed and his hands behind him. His cock had gone from soft to rock-hard in moments and now, bobbed upward toward his belly as he waited for Cord’s next words.
Unlike Sully, Cord slept in the nude. He pushed aside the blankets and sheets then leaned against the pillows as he reclined in the middle of the bed. His legs parted, and he raised an eyebrow at Sully. “You know what to do.”
Anxious to please, Sully climbed onto the bed to kneel between Cord’s knees. He sat back so his ass rested on his ankles then leaned forward until his mouth was over Cord’s cock and his arms reached upward to Cord’s chest. It was a classic submissive pose, and he and Cord had found both of them really enjoyed it. Personally, Sully found it freeing. He lost himself in belonging to Cord, worshipping his body.
Cord reached down and fisted his fingers in Sully’s hair, drawing him down. Sully’s mouth opened, and he licked Cord’s balls, at the same time inhaling his man’s musky, clean scent. They’d both showered just before bed and washed away the sweat of their hard workdays at the ranch, but Sully still smelled the distinctly pleasant scent that was all Cord. He drew it into himself, knowing he’d want to remember it while he was away.
Cord sat up and reached down, smacking Sully’s ass. “You’re thinking too much. Stop it.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sully murmured against Cord’s balls as the sting ran through him. He wanted more. Not because he’d been bad but because they both loved it. The pain took Sully to another level, making him forget everything but the sensations taking him over.
He drew on Cord’s sac as the man leaned back once more. Cord’s low moan sang through Sully. Yes, he was doing the right thing. Pleasing his man. He tongued his way up Cord’s long shaft then circled the head with his mouth, groaning as the wide crown parted his lips. The sound vibrated against the skin, and Cord’s fingers tightened. He pushed firmly to urge Sully on, though he didn’t force Sully down the length.
In a slow advance, Sully took him deeper, knowing he wouldn’t be fully satisfied until Cord’s cock was all the way to his throat, until he was fully worshipping. His fingers flexed against Cord’s solid chest. He traced the hard lines, enjoying the carved male perfection. How could he ever give this up?
He suctioned his mouth tighter and moved upward, fucking Cord orally. Up, down, up…down farther. It was a slow process to get Cord’s cock as deep as Sully wanted it. He relaxed his throat muscles, wanting to take that long shaft all the way in today. He wouldn’t be able to breathe, his eyes would water, but he would be entirely owned by Cord.