Before Summer

An Amber Falls Short

Rheland Richmond

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Contents

1. Ryan

2. Colton

3. Ryan

4. Colton

About the Author

Also by Rheland Richmond

1

Ryan

“What if I don’t get the job?” Ryan whined to his friend Ford. He was sitting on Ford’s parents’ front porch looking over the large expanse of land his friend’s family owned.

“I’m sure you will. Principal Green has known you almost all your life,” Ford tried reassuring him in a soothing tone.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Ryan sighed.

“Although, the senior prank stink bomb...” Ford began.

“No one could ever prove that was me.” Ryan smiled at the memory.

“Everyone knew it was you,” Ford snorted.

Ryan sighed, “Ahh, the good ol’ days before ex-boyfriends cheated on you and ruined your credit, forcing you to come back home.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, babe.” Ford’s voice was filled with sympathy, and when he met his friend’s eyes, Ryan was happy to see both anger and compassion in them, but thankfully there was no pity. He wasn’t sure he could take pity.

Even though he was feeling sorry for himself, he didn’t want everyone else to feel sorry for him too.

“I’m just lucky Wyatt let me come back and live on the ranch,” Ryan sighed.

“Don’t be stupid! Of course, Wyatt let you come back—I’m sure he’s thrilled you’re here,” Ford said.

“Yeah, he never liked Greg anyway,” Ryan snorted.

His friend didn’t reply, and, when Ryan glanced over at Ford, his lips were pursed, and he refused to meet Ryan’s eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You didn’t like him either,” Ryan sighed.

No one liked Greg. Ryan had met the other man when he’d gone off to college. Greg was older and fun. He was the typical laid back artist, and something about him had drawn Ryan to him. Although now, he couldn’t remember what that was.

“I didn’t say that,” Ford objected.

“Your face did,” Ryan teased. Yeah, he could joke about it now.

Not so much when Wyatt had to drive his truck over to Portland and pick him up because he was so broke and basically a month away from being evicted.

Yup, Greg had gotten a bunch of credit cards in Ryan’s name, maxed them out, and disappeared with some new young thing—with just a text saying he’d left the key to the house posted through the damn door like the home they’d shared for over four years was nothing more than an Airbnb.

Ryan sighed. Nope, he wasn’t going to think about it. He’d spent the past eight months wallowing and overworking so that he wouldn’t have to come home with his tail between his legs.

He should have known his brother would show up after he went ghost for so long. Wyatt took overprotective to another level, but he knew why. That was what happened when it was just the two of you left in the world.

He slumped in his seat and let out a sigh.

Ford didn’t ask what was wrong. That wasn’t his friend’s way. He let you speak when you were ready, but with Ford, you always knew he was there for you.

“Can you come out tonight?” Ryan asked, staring into the distance, not really focusing on anything.

“I could,” Ford replied slowly. “Do you need a night out?”

“I think so.” Ryan rubbed his face with hands and slumped further in his seat. “I need to get over this funk ASAP. It’s about to be the start of summer and I think maybe I need to fuck Greg out of my system. I’m done wallowing.”

“Well, that’s one way to go,” Ford snorted.

“We all can’t be happily coupled with the picture-perfect life,” Ryan teased.

He wasn’t trying to be shady, even though he was a little jealous of his friend. Ford had come back home after college, and somehow, while living in their small town, he’d fallen for a man who was happy to uproot his whole life—and his company—to their hometown of Amber Falls.

Ford’s face lit up in a smile at the mention of Sawyer. Ryan’s friend always had a dopey look when the older man’s name came up, and when they were in the same room, half the time Ryan wanted to pour a bucket of cold water on them.

Lucky bastards.

“So how about it? Wanna come to the club and feel sorry for us lonely guys while knowing you have your hunk of perfect man waiting for you?”

Ford snorted. Probably at the description of his boyfriend.

“Sure, I could go dancing,” Ford replied, “but you know who we should invite?”

“Who?” Ryan asked.

“Layla, Mia, Owen, and Mason,” Ford replied, “Hmm… I would say Ethan too, but he would need time to sort out a babysitter, although I guess he could bring Rosie over here.”

Ryan’s brows furrowed as he tried placing the names. “Okay, you’ve got to help me out here. I know Owen and Mason, they went to school with us, but the other names don’t ring a bell.”

“Of course, my bad,” Ford sighed, “Duh, you don’t know Layla and Mia, they just moved to town recently, and so did Ethan.”

“And you sure they won’t mind going to a gay club?” Ryan asked.

“Everyone loves gay clubs,” Ford said. Ryan grinned at his friend's straight face. “Okay, well, everyone should love gay clubs,” Ford shrugged, “But I’ll text the girls and see if they want to come out.”

“Right, sure, but you still haven’t told me how you know them,” Ryan pointed out.

“Layla’s a teacher at school actually,” Ford said. “Might be good to have a friend there when you start.”

“Oh, so you met her when you had to get all that stuff sorted out?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah, and she’s lovely. I think you’ll like her,” Ford said, “And Mia is her best-friend. They live together. I’ve had coffee a couple of times with the two of them.”

“Well, the more the merrier. I wanna get wasted and make some bad decisions,” Ryan snorted, “Well, more bad decisions.”

“Stop,” Ford admonished. “It’s not your fault Greg turned out to be an awful person.”

“Yeah, but it’s my fault for not listening to everyone when they saw what kind of douche he really was.”

Ryan was really trying not to feel sorry for himself, but, well, he did. Yeah, he definitely needed this night out.

“Okay, everyone is down for a night on the town. I guess it’s a good thing summer is almost here.” Ford put his phone down and looked at Ryan, “Let’s get you laid.”

2

Colton

Fuck, he’d got the job. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten the job. When his former professor, who’d become a superintendent for the school board in Colorado, had called and asked him if he was willing to move to Colorado… specifically, a small town called Amber Falls, Colton had jumped on it.

Mostly because it had come at the perfect time. New start… away from everything.

Colt had grown up gay in Mississippi—and that was hell. But growing up gay in small-town Nowheresville Mississippi, aka in his small town… never ended well. But he’d managed to assimilate. Blend in… hide who he was.

He’d listened to all the gay-bashing from his family, the jokes, the disgust, and he’d ignored it all. Buried who he was.

Until he told the wrong guy no… And then the bastard had blown up Colton’s life, made it damn near impossible to stay… But he wasn’t thinking about that. Nope… Colton threw another shot of tequila back. Today was a celebration. That was why he was here.

His plan to celebrate involved alcohol and a warm body.

It didn’t escape his notice that this was the first time since college that he didn’t have to drive a couple of towns away if he wanted to hookup with a guy.

Mississippi couldn’t keep a gay bar to save its life. Which usually meant there was one or two in business at a time. And it was just his luck he ran into… nope, Colton, we are not thinking about it.

He picked up his beer and took a sip. He took a look around the now semi-crowded bar, checking out the guys there.

Even though Colt knew Colorado was pretty liberal, he’d still looked over his shoulder as he walked into the bar/club his phone had directed him to. He wasn’t sure if he’d ended up at the bar out of pure defiance after finally being free of Mississippi, or relief that he’d actually gotten the job.

He knew some people would have told him to stay in his hometown and fight, but well, they didn’t know how bad… nope don’t go there, Colton.

Colton took another mouthful of beer and scoped out the room again. On this go around, he spotted him. He was everything—a smoldering Clark Kent, glasses and all, and Colton’s cock was definitely at attention.

Colt looked away, but his eyes strayed back to the same man who was now on his feet dancing with a shorter blond guy, although from their body language he was pretty sure it wasn’t sexual.

He imagined going over there and cutting in, dragging the stranger’s body against his, taking his mouth in a kiss. Colt imagined parting the beautiful man’s lips with his and filling him with his taste.

He shook those thoughts out of his mind. What the fuck? Where did that come from? He was here to fuck, not spout fanciful thoughts about some stranger. He looked away from where the man danced with his friend to the rest of the bar.

That was when he realized the place had gotten more packed as the night went on and had transitioned from bar to dance club. The lights were lower, and the music had steadily gotten louder.

He pushed the rest of his drink away. It probably wasn’t a good idea to look the lush when you were about to become the principal in a new town. Who knew? There could be parents he would have to meet at the beginning of the new school year.

Colt smiled at the thought. He could have same-sex parents in his school. For some reason that brought it home to him that he was not only out of Mississippi… he was just plain out.

A man walked up to him, a cute little redhead… although calling him a man was generous since the kid didn’t look a day over nineteen.

“Hey daddy,” the redhead purred, his hand on Colt’s bicep. “You look strong enough to pick me up,” he winked, “And do whatever you want with me.”

Colt raised a brow, though he didn’t mean to be rude. He removed Little Red’s hand from his arm.

“I think I’d take that proposal in ten years. How old are you?”

Little Red stepped back and pouted, “Old enough.”

“That usually means not quite legal,” Colt replied dryly.

“You’re no fun,” Little Red pouted. He spun around and, with a sway to his hips, sauntered off, but not before throwing Colton a quick wink.

Yea, he wasn’t trying to get with anyone he’d see at school come fall. That was not the way to start his tenure as principal.

His eyes strayed back to where his little Clark Kent look-alike had been standing, but he wasn’t there. Colton sighed… Well, maybe it was a good thing.

He should probably go back to his hotel room. He did have an appointment with a realtor in the morning.

Colton stood. He decided a quick trip to the bathroom would be the way to go before he left for the cute little bed and breakfast he was staying at. He wasn’t a small man, not by any means. Hell, at almost six and a half feet, he was pretty tall, and as a former football player, broad in the chest.

His walk towards the back was filled with men grinding on him, but even that made him smile. His previous times at gay bars he stayed to shadows, terrified of running into someone from back home.

Even though technically that would mean they were both… anyway, he’d been right because look how that turned out.

Even though there were some truly beautiful men around, in his mind, it was the wrong body, the wrong face. None of them filled him with the desire just a brief glimpse of his Clark Kent had.

In his mind Colt knew he didn’t really need the bathroom. He just wanted to see if he would run into the man that had drawn and held his attention from across the room, and wondered if he’d even noticed Colt.

3

Ryan

Ryan was doing his best to have a good time, and he was—technically. If only he could turn his brain off.

He just wanted to forget the shitshow that was his life for a moment, but he kept worrying whether he’d get the email saying he’d gotten the job and how long he had to live at home. Being back in his childhood bedroom wasn’t good for his confidence.

But mostly he was just feeling very undesirable. Yeah, that was what it was. Greg had knocked his confidence to shit. Not only had he left Ryan in serious debt, but he’d somehow made Ryan question his worth.

“Fuck,” he cursed, and moved away from the bear of a man he’d been dancing against.

He considered going back to his friends, but he didn’t want to bring down the mood since everyone seemed to be having a good time. Except maybe Ford since he had been on his phone most of the night, probably talking to Sawyer.

Again, not that he was jealous…

Ryan sighed, the deep ache of longing in his chest damn near brought him to his knees. He quickened his steps towards the bathroom, needing a breather.

Okay, maybe he was a little jealous. Ford had it all—a man who loved him and was waiting at home for him. They would soon have a home together… and probably a marriage not far in the future, if the way Sawyer looked at his friend was any indication.

Ryan released another deep sigh. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t fit for company right now. Maybe if he splashed some water on his face, he would be able to paste the faux happy smile on his lips again.

Too bad he hadn’t found a guy to distract him for the night.

Maybe because you don’t really want one… maybe because a one-night stand isn’t what you need.

Ryan ignored that voice because everyone knew to get over someone you needed to get under someone else—or on top of. He wasn’t fussy.

Just as he was about to push the bathroom door, it was pulled from the other side, and Ryan almost walked straight into the broadest chest he’d ever seen. He stumbled back and let his eyes travel upwards until they landed on chocolate brown eyes that were fixed on him. His eyes travelled down this time, and Ryan noted that the man was tall— really tall—with broad shoulders and a chest that tapered down to a narrow waist.

He was in a word… wow!

“Me,” Ryan blurted… “I mean, excuse…”

The man’s lips, his perfect lips, lifted in a grin.

“I mean, excuse me,” Ryan tried again. Thankfully, this time he got it right, but he couldn’t stop looking at the big hunk of man in front of him.

Instead of stepping out of his way, Mr Tall and Gorgeous stepped back into the bathroom, and for some reason, Ryan followed.

“Hi I’m—” the man began.

“No names,” Ryan blurted.

Okay, where did that come from? Was he about to… His thought was cut off when the gorgeous, dark-haired, built like a linebacker man reached around him and locked the door.

The sound of the lock turning had his pulse jumping.

Fuck, was he about to do this? Have his first one-night stand… with a man whose name he apparently didn’t want to get.

Ryan wasn’t sure what to do next, but it seemed that he didn’t have to worry.

The man moved closer, trapping Ryan between the door and his body. His head lowered to Ryan’s and his lips hovered above his. His gorgeous brown eyes held Ryan’s gaze.

Sparks lit up Ryan’s world, and his legs turned to jelly. This was no ordinary look of appreciation between two men. It was something he couldn’t put a name to, and with the man standing so close, he didn’t care to.

“I saw you out there… dancing,” the man said.

Ryan looked him in the eyes, “You did?”

“I did,” the burly stranger murmured. “Would it be weird if I said I hoped to see you here?”

Ryan’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times, until he settled on, “You did?”

“Mmmm, I did,” the man replied. “I thought you looked like Clark Kent, but now I know he’s got nothing on you.”

“Oh,” Ryan said stupidly.

“Mmmm… I never wanted to taste Clark Kent’s lips.”

Ryan’s body swayed closer to the man, almost like a magnet.

The guy’s mouth hovered over Ryan’s for a moment, like he was giving him a chance to change his mind, then his mouth met Ryan’s, hard and hungry, hot against his. He pulled Ryan tighter against his body, and Ryan could feel the strength of him, the power... the thrust of his very hard erection. Ryan couldn’t stop the moan that escaped.

A whimper rose in his throat, and the man deepened the kiss, his fingers sliding into Ryan’s hair, and backing him against the wall, their bodies joined together from chest to groin.

Ryan gave a strangled cry, stood a little on his toes. He opened his mouth against the big man’s, who groaned. His arm went around Ryan’s hips, and he lifted Ryan against him. His tongue teased Ryan’s lips, then slipped between them All Ryan could taste was his hunger, his need, and he realized this was exactly what he needed.

A surge of desire shot right to his cock, filling it so his erection stretched his jeans until they were uncomfortably tight. Ryan couldn’t remember ever getting turned on this quickly for a man. Any man.

The big man ran his hands slowly down Ryan’s back, his fingers charting a smooth course over his muscles. He was slow, taking his time. He paused at Ryan’s hips, pulling tighter against his body, their straining cocks pressed together.

Ryan groaned, fuck, his dick wanted out. He wanted to feel those big hands wrapped around him. Better yet, the big man’s skilled mouth.

Ryan gave up control and let the man do what he wanted. Apparently, what he wanted was to make Ryan crazy, building the tension and increasing his excitement. His hands hovered at Ryan’s lower belly, but he didn’t go lower to where Ryan needed him.

Ryan broke their kiss and hissed, “Please.”

“Patience,” the man drawled.

He cupped Ryan’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply, as he thrust his leg between Ryan’s who moaned at the feel of it against his straining cock.

Ryan moved against him and moved again, but it wasn’t enough, wasn’t enough… he moaned. Pleading. Fuck, he needed more.

Ryan was lifted from the floor, and he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck.

“Yes,” the man said, and he grasped Ryan’s thighs and brought them around his hips.

If he wasn’t so turned on he would have taken a moment to appreciate the fact this man had lifted him like a rag doll.

Ryan wasn’t a small man at five-eight, but he felt almost dainty being lifted like he weighed nothing.

Maybe this was exactly what he needed because in that moment he knew if anyone asked about Greg, his only reply would be, “Greg who?”

4

Colton

When he saw the man up close, Colton thought of taking him back to his hotel. To a place where he could undress him, touch him, watch his eyes as he entered him.

But not now. Now, he needed this. Needed him. All he could think about was burying himself inside this man. It was like he needed it more than his next breath.

He wasn’t willing to stop and think about what that meant, especially since he’d had hookups before—most of them in bathrooms like these—but never before had it been more than sating a need.

He had to admit when the man had refused to hear his name, he’d been disappointed, but maybe it was because he could actually give his name and not worry about the consequences.

The fact he’d even kissed the man told Colt everything he needed to know. Maybe after this, they could get a drink.

He tabled that thought as he put the man down on the vanity. He was thankful this wasn’t one of those dingy places, but one with a proper sink and single bathrooms. He guessed he should expect it from a town like Amber Falls. After all, they did attract the high end skiers.

Colton placed the man on the vanity’s edge. He fumbled between them, unzipped and freed himself. He hated having to break their kiss, but he needed to take his very own Clark Kent’s jeans off. He figured since he didn’t know the man’s name, he would have to keep calling him Clark for now. At least in his head.

When Colt stepped away, the man moaned in displeasure.

“I gotta get these pants off if we’re going to get to the good part,” Colton said.

The man leaned back, his head touching the mirror, and Colt took it as his cue to get moving. Before he stepped between the man’s spread thighs and went to unbutton his jeans, a hand moved to Colton’s crotch and stroked his hard cock.

“Careful, or this will be over before it even gets started,” Colton groaned out.

The man moved back again and Colton quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his boxers off. The other man cursed as his ass touched the cold marble of the vanity.

“Sorry,” Colt grinned sheepishly.

He quickly got the lube and condoms out of his back pocket and pushed his jeans down.

He watched as his mystery man licked his lips as he got a look at Colton’s hard leaking cock. Colton didn’t waste time, quickly ripping the condom and sheathing his cock.

When he met the man’s eyes, they’d darkened, the blue in his eyes completely disappearing.

Again, Colton found himself wishing he could take his time with this man and explore everything he had to offer. He stepped forward and took the man’s lips in a bruising kiss. He lifted the man off the sink and spun him around, his tight muscled ass on display.

Colton groaned and kneaded the perfect globes. His lover for the night spread his legs for him.

Colton met the man’s eyes in the mirror, even as he opened the packet of lube. He placed a kiss on the man’s neck as he coated his condom-covered cock. He made sure that he held his lover’s gaze as he rubbed his slick fingers against the man’s pucker.

Colton nipped his lover’s neck and loved the goose pimples that appeared on his skin. He loved the soft gasp the man let out as he breached that tight ring of muscle. Colton nipped the man’s shoulder and enjoyed the shiver he got in response.

He circled his finger around the man’s rim before pushing back in. The moan the man let out, his eyes fixed on Colton, had him wanting inside that tight heat surrounding his fingers.

Colton added another finger and loved how his lover pushed back trying to get more.

“Please, just fuck me,” The man begged.

Colton chuckled, and bit down on his shoulder.

“Patience. I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured into his ear.

Colton added a third finger and began pumping in and out steadily.

“I’m ready. I’m fucking ready,” the man pleaded.

Colton slipped his fingers out and held the man’s hip in one hand as he pressed the fat head of his cock to his hole with the other.

He watched the man in the mirror as he closed his eyes, but Colton didn’t want that. He nipped him on the shoulder again and commanded, “Look at me.”

The man opened his eyes, fixing those incredible blue orbs on his face. Colton made sure to hold his gaze as he thrust forward and sank into him until he felt that tight heat close around him.

A strangled cry escaped his lover’s throat, and Colton licked the sensitive spot behind his ear before turning the man’s head and taking his mouth in a rough kiss.

“Ready?” Colton’s voice came out gravelly, as he waited for the man to get used to his girth.

At the nod, he pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in.

“Fuck!” his lover groaned and pushed his ass back, rocking back, meeting Colton stroke for stroke.

Colton fucked into his body, setting a punishing pace, never looking away from the man's eyes in the mirror. When he felt his orgasm climbing up his spine, he spat in his hand and used it to torment the man’s cock with slow friction, moving the foreskin back and forth over the swollen cockhead.

“More.” The man gasped as he pushed back onto Colton. “Fuck me harder, please.” He cried out, his back arched as he pushed back on Colton’s dick.

Colton pounded faster, harder, into his lover’s hole, chasing his orgasm, his balls tight, like they were about to burst, his orgasm right there. Colton’s hand stroked his lover’s dick quicker, and he pumped into him harder and faster.

The man’s body tensed, and his hole clenched around Colton’s cock. Colton thrust savagely into him and let out a noise that sounded close to a roar as he exploded into the condom.

Through heavy-lidded eyes, he watched as his lover’s face contorted in a lust bliss-filled expression as he growled out his release. Colton held onto the man as they relaxed and let their orgasms taper out.

Colton never broke eye contact as they rode out their orgasms. As he felt the last ripples of his orgasm pass, Colton pulled his lover up so his back was to his chest, then took his lips in a soft tender kiss. They looked each other in the eye before Colton let go and pulled out.

The man stepped aside and grabbed his discarded jeans and boxers and disappeared into the stall.

Colton washed up and waited, but the man didn’t appear or say a word. It was then he realized he was probably waiting for Colton to leave before he came out.

This was not the first time he’d had sex in the bathroom of a bar, but it was the first time he wanted to ask the man what his name was and ask him out for a drink. Maybe it was because he’d hadn’t had sex without the fear of being caught hanging over him in way too many years to count.

But he knew he’d never experienced anything like it, and he didn’t even know the man’s name.

“Hey, if you want, we could grab a drink,” Colton tried, even though he felt pretty stupid talking to a closed door.

“We don’t have to do any of that. It’s fine. If you just leave, then we don’t have to do the awkward thing.”

Colton felt like asking what if he did want to do the awkward thing.

All he could think of was the taste of the man’s mouth. His gorgeous eyes in the mirror. The way he responded to Colton.

He wanted to kiss him one more time… even the thought had a wave of desire washing over him.

But then someone pounded on the locked door, and Colton knew he would get none of that… Even though his whole mind rebelled against leaving, he turned and unlocked the door, leaving his Clark Kent behind.

Maybe he was just feeling the last vestiges of his old life falling off. That was probably what it was…

Right?

He ignored the images of them in bed, hours of exploration, sensation, memorizing every inch of his lover’s perfect body. They’d had their moment… and he would probably never see the man again.

* * *

Hey Y’all,

Thanks so much for reading Before Summer. This is a short story in upcoming Amber Falls series. If you can’t already tell it’s a small town in Colorado. There’s going to be hot ranchers, sheriffs, doctors, bakers, teachers and principals all falling for each other and other people looking for a place to belong, just like Colton

Interested in more Amber Falls? Stay tuned. If you’re wondering who Ford is read his first book Stranded With The Boss. And yes Ryan and Colton have a way to go before happy ever after.

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Since she was a little girl, Rheland Richmond entertained herself with any book she could get her hands on. She has written for as long as she can remember, and now she finally gets to share some of those stories with other people.

She loves a good happily ever after. Because she believes love and light should touch everything. She is an obsessive reader and would never have considered writing if it wasn’t for all the authors that inspired her and the thousands of books she has devoured along the way.

When she’s not reading, she’s caught up in all her guilty pleasure TV shows. Or catching up with her sibs wherever they are in the world, which usually involves long-distance calling. She’s an introvert who will take a night in before anything else.

Made in Nigeria and raised in the UK, she’s an interesting mix of both cultures and appreciates both equally.

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