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  I nip at his shoulder, fucking him slowly. “That’s what good big brothers do. No crime in that.”

  “I just…I couldn’t let Zak get smeared for what Hank did. He didn’t deserve that.” He sighs. “I know it was wrong to fudge on exactly what happened, but I don’t care. I just really don’t care. It feels right to me.”

  “It feels right to me too,” I assure him. “Now, the only words I want coming out of your mouth are ‘please,’ ‘oh, God,’ and ‘more.’”

  He chuckles. “So demanding.”

  Our words fade as I increase my efforts of bringing him pleasure. Each time my fingers brush against his prostate, he moans, shoving his ass toward me as he chases the feeling.

  “That’s it, boy, I want you coming with my fingers inside you,” I rumble, my mouth near his ear. “Before you even finish, I’m going to slide my dick into you so I can feel how fucking perfect you are when you clench around my cock.”

  “Fuck,” he hisses. “Oh, fuck.”

  The sharp gasp tells me he’s climaxing. Quickly, I remove my fingers and replace them with my dick, thrusting into him hard. Feeling him, bare and without any sort of barrier, is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I can’t wait for him to be on the giving end next time so he can see just how amazing it is. My teeth sink into his shoulder and I wrap an arm around his torso as I fuck into him with urgency, eager to find pleasure just as quickly as him. It doesn’t take long and my seed is spilling, filling him up with me.

  Jax twists his head to meet my lips with a fiery kiss. It hits me square in the chest with realization.

  This man is mine.

  I don’t have to give him up. We don’t have to hide. He’s mine and we’re just getting started.

  A few weeks later…

  As I wait for Jax to arrive, I reply back to Adrian.

  Me: The grand opening is next weekend. You and the boy going to come visit to make sure you still want to get married at the B&B?

  Adrian: The boy has a name. And I’m not changing my mind. Don’t need to see it. Just need for it to be booked. It needs to be special. That’s all I ask.

  My heart squeezes as I think about Adrian wanting his wedding to be special for Rylan. It’s so out of character for Adrian, but I like this side of him. A lot.

  Me: Have I ever let you down, man?

  Adrian: Never. Ry wants to know if you’ll have a plus one or not. He’s planning a seating chart, and if I don’t get an answer, I’m in trouble.

  Imagining Adrian in trouble with anyone is hilarious. Though I’m tempted to ask Jax if he can accompany me to the wedding each time I see him, something holds me back.

  He’s not officially out.

  It’s not that he’s exactly hiding, but we’ve just been busy. Me with the B&B and him with Hank’s case. We haven’t had much time to go out.

  As if thinking of him, I’ve summoned the devil himself, Jax struts into Martha Joy’s where I’m parked at and finishing my lunch, hungry eyes locked on me.

  “Mr. Kincaid,” he greets. “Fancy meeting you here.”

  I chuckle, but the laugh dies in my throat when he leans down, kissing me on the lips in front of everyone in the packed restaurant.

  “I can honestly say I wasn’t expecting that,” I joke, caressing his cheek with my palm. “I guess you missed me?”

  “Hell yeah, I did, big city man. Come on. I have something I want to show you.” He fishes some cash out of his wallet, dropping it onto the table, before taking my hand and pulling me to my feet.

  The restaurant goes quiet, all eyes on us.

  Jax turns and faces them all. “And you guys thought I’d never find love. Turns out I’m into fancy suit types from the Big Apple. Who knew?”

  Several people chuckle and then the restaurant buzzes with life again, no one too concerned over the fact their sheriff claimed the B&B owner as his.

  “So I guess this means you’ll be my plus one at Adrian and Rylan’s wedding?” I say with a grin as he guides me out of the restaurant.

  “I thought that was a given. But, if you need to hear it, absolutely, Dante. I’ll be your plus one wherever you go. Always.”

  My heart is full as we walk outside. He releases my hand to stand next to my Range Rover. Wherever we’re going, I’m driving. I smirk at him as I get behind the wheel. He makes motions with his hand, directing me down the streets until we’re on his road. Finally he points to his driveway. I turn into it and shut off the engine.

  “What now?”

  Jax fishes something out of his pocket. “Hold out your hand.”

  When I do as he says, he places a key into my palm.

  “A key?” I ask, my brow arched.

  “I want you to move in, Dante. I want you to park in this driveway every goddamn day because that’s where you belong. Right here with me.”

  Emotion clogs my throat and I swallow it down. “I have Callan and—”

  “I have the room. I want you both here. Besides, Shelly will need those rooms at the B&B. You guys are already booked out starting next weekend through the summer. It was meant to be.” His brown eyes shine. “We were meant to be. Say you’ll move in with me.”

  “Yeah, Sheriff, I’ll move in with you.” I lean over the console, clutching his neck and drawing him forward until our lips nearly touch. “Though I’m suspicious that you really just want me to move in to take care of your four cats and Ox.”

  “Guilty,” he teases. “But how was I supposed to say no to Cato when he said he found Mongrel’s kitten Mongrel Junior? I can’t separate the family. MJ needed his daddy.”

  I pull him to my lips and kiss him. “I love you, Jaxson Bell. So fucking much.”

  “Love you too, big city man.”

  Jaxson

  June

  They’re an unlikely pair.

  I wonder if that’s what people think about me and Dante. The gruff sheriff shacking up with the suave B&B owner. It doesn’t matter what they think, though. Love is love. Even if it doesn’t match up or look right. As long as the two people, whose hearts are involved, are happy, then the rest doesn’t matter.

  Dante, a sexy-ass snack in a tux, stands beside Adrian, winking at me. Earlier, when I pinned his boutonniere on his lapel, I’d considered ripping his clothes off long enough for me to fuck him wild, but there wasn’t enough time.

  Later.

  Later I will get my fill of my gorgeous guy.

  Adrian Frost, a serious, stern businessman, stands motionless like a stone statue as he waits for his groom to come down the aisle. The man in question, Rylan Moore, is as opposite to Adrian as anyone could be. Colorful. Funny. Chatty. It surprises me they somehow match, but seeing them last night at the rehearsal dinner, I realized just how much they love each other.

  The music starts and Rylan struts down the aisle in a white tux that fits him like a glove. Adrian loses his rigidness as a smile breaches his handsome face. His eyes light up the closer Rylan gets, as though Rylan himself is the sun shining light on Adrian, a dark void in space. From beside Adrian, Dante wears a goofy grin of happiness I’ve never seen before. My heart flops in my chest.

  As they say their vows, I wonder what my own wedding will look like one day. I imagine it’ll be similar to this one, held in the barn on the cliff overlooking the sparkling Wolffish Bay. But instead of a stern businessman waiting for me, it’ll be Dante.

  Villain smiles.

  Teasing smirks.

  Taunting words.

  Sexy and funny and loyal.

  A caring brother, friend, and boyfriend.

  Driven businessman who had the courage to uproot his family and start anew in a new town, even when the hits kept on coming.

  Mine.

  His hazel eyes drift my way, the sun coming in through the open doorway making them light up like the glittery bay.

  “You may kiss your husband,” the preacher says to the two men. “I now pronounce you happily married.”

  Rylan throws his arms around
Adrian’s neck in an over the top gesture. Rather than shoving him away or keeping it tame for the audience, Adrian grabs his ass, lifting him up. With his legs wrapped around Adrian and his fingers messing up his hair, Rylan kisses him with fiery passion hotter than the sun.

  Later, during the reception, Dante finally makes his way over to me, having fulfilled his obligations as best man. He pulls me onto the dance floor and holds me tight.

  “I’m keeping you forever,” he murmurs near my ear. “Even if I have to tie you up.”

  I pull back and kiss his lips. “I have handcuffs in the Tahoe.”

  “The good sheriff has a naughty streak.” His grin is wicked.

  “You corrupted me with your villainous ways.”

  If you’d told me six months ago I’d be walking into a gay bar proudly with my boyfriend at my side, I would’ve laughed at the craziness of such a thing. I was buried in the closet beneath a mountain of insecurities and fear.

  But a devilish B&B owner crept into the closet with me, and slowly, piece by piece, he uncovered the man hiding and brought him out into the light.

  God, I love his man.

  We make our way through the throng of dancing men and a few women until we reach the bar. Kian is mixing up a drink, laughing at something Keith, who’s bartending with him, says. When Kian sees me, his smile is bittersweet. He’s a good guy who finally found someone deserving to be with him. As much as I pined over him over the years, I realize now it was the idea of him and me together as a couple that I was clinging to.

  “Hey,” I greet as I take a seat on a stool and pat the one beside me, motioning for my man to sit next to me. “Can you grab us a couple of beers to start?”

  Kian winks. “Sure thing.”

  After Kian drops off our beers, I turn to face Dante, still amazed by the fact I not only accepted my sexuality, but I landed such a hot, charming man too.

  “What?” Dante asks, smirking at me. “Remembering the first blowjob I gave you?”

  I laugh, rubbing my palm up his thigh. “I think I fell in love right then.”

  “My magical mouth has that effect on people.”

  “Not people. Just me.”

  “What if our longest weekend fling ever finally ends?” he teases, his hazel eyes dancing with mirth.

  “Impossible.” I grin at him. “But, just in case, I have a plan.”

  “Do tell, Sheriff.”

  “It involves you on your knees later in the bathroom,” I say as I slide off the barstool and take his hand. “But it involves me on one of mine right now.”

  His eyes widen as realization sinks in. Love shines back at me—bright and brilliant and unwavering. I’m thankful his ex let such a beautiful, wonderful man slip through his fingers because I was able to catch him and never let go.

  I retrieve a ring from my pocket and drop to my knee, only vaguely aware of a wide-eyed Kian with a hand over his mouth gaping at us from over the bar.

  “Dante Kincaid, you came into my life like a storm, crumbling everything I’d carefully constructed over the years.”

  He arches a brow. “Great start there, boy.”

  “I’m not done, big city man.”

  Several people nearby laugh.

  “Go on then,” he teases, a sexy smile curving up his lips on one side.

  “And from the wreckage, you pulled me out, dusted me off, and showed me just how wonderful life could be. Without you, I’d be lost, never brave enough to go after my own happily ever after.”

  “You done now?” His thumb strokes over the top of my hand. “Because I really want to kiss you.”

  “Almost.” I slide the ring over his finger. “Please marry me, Dante. I need you in my life in a forever sort of way. No weekend flings. No secrets. Just us, together, forever, and for all to see.” I stand up, leaning my forehead on his. “Will you marry me and finally give me the family I never thought I deserved?”

  His free hand finds the back of my neck, caressing my nape. “Absolutely, Jax. I’m going to make you the happiest man alive.”

  “You already do,” I choke out.

  We kiss long and passionately despite the cheers around us or the way the music blasts around us. Our kiss continues for what could be seconds or minutes or hours before it finally ends. And it’s okay when it finally does, because I know I’ll get more every single day until the day I finally leave this earth.

  “You ready to consummate this engagement by recreating our first hookup?” Dante waggles his brows at me. “Or would you rather play cop versus criminal?” His eyes gleam with hungry intent.

  “Maybe a little of both. Mix shit up and make it interesting.”

  Cato pops up, grabbing onto each of our shoulders. “Did someone say threesome?”

  “Not that interesting,” I growl, ignoring my best friend while my fiancé howls with laughter.

  “Come on, Sheriff,” Dante taunts. “Don’t be such a stick in the mud.”

  “Yeah, Sheriff,” Cato parrots. “I’m wearing my lucky undies.”

  Before I can throw back any sort of witty reply, Cato’s eyes narrow and then he’s off stalking a good-looking guy with a dark beard.

  “Oh damn,” Dante playfully pouts. “Our threesome just got downgraded to a boring twosome.”

  “You know I love boring.”

  “Indeed you do, Mr. Missionary Position. Indeed you do.”

  He winks at me. We both know there’s nothing boring about the way we make love. Sometimes it’s wild and hot and frantic. Other times it’s measured and slow burning as we focus on every tiny detail about the other person.

  I thread my fingers with his as I guide him to the bathroom. His grin is pure evil when I shove him into the stall. And his eyes are wide with shock when I turn the tables by handcuffing his hands behind his back and dropping to my knees for the second time tonight in order to give him the best blowjob he’s ever had.

  Boring, my ass, big city man.

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  Kian’s Focus, Brigs Ferry Bay Book 2, releases 1/12/21!

  I lost my boyfriend on the night I had planned to propose.

  It was a horrific accident that was all my fault.

  I gave up and resigned myself into a life of obscurity.

  Until I got a call that my sister, Sara, needed me.

  It gave me purpose and I ran to her rescue.

  Because that’s what I’ve done our whole lives.

  That’s how I ended up in Brigs Ferry Bay.

  But when I showed up, things were so much worse than I thought.

  She was sullen, fragile, and sinking into a depression I didn’t know how I’d get her out of.

  Together, we were drowning.

  Until I met Kian.

  He’s everything I’m not.

  Bouncy, bubbly, full of life, and an innate ability to make everything better.

  He makes me believe I can be happy again.

  Now the unthinkable has happened and Sara is on the verge of losing her life.

  Once again, it’s all my fault.

  Kian had clouded my vision with promises of hope and forever.

  I was so stupid to believe I could be happy again.

  I try push him away.

  To shove him out of the darkness that follows me.

  I don’t want him to suffer the future fate had secured me to.

  But Kian’s focus is on me

  And he’s used to getting what he wants.

  *Brigs Ferry Bay is a steamy MM romance series.

  While each book can be read as a standalone, to get the full experience, they’re best read in order.

  Enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, hurt comfort, age-gap romance, and so much more.

  Fall in love with the charming small-town gay romances of Brigs Ferry Bay…

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rigs Ferry Bay world! If this is your first book by K Webster or Misty Walker, and you can’t get enough, make sure you check out more of our work! We suggest you read K Webster’s Hood River Rat and Misty Walker’s Bohemian Mark.

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  We’ve been besties for years and our mutual love for gay romance is something we regularly gab about and connect over. It felt like serendipity when we decided to create our own world to write in, giving lots of gay couples their own stories in one unique small town. Check out the rest of the Brigs Ferry Bay series on Amazon.

  Up next, after Sheriff’s Secret, is Kian’s Focus. You’re not going to want to miss his story. After Kian, you’ll get Callan (Dante’s feisty little brother) in Callan’s Atlas. Thank you for loving this town and our guys!

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