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  Mitch grinned. “Yeah, I got razzed about that. Don’t mind it too much, it’s all in fun. At least I stuck on. I can try to make it up tomorrow. So, ready for dinner? I’m starving.”

  “Oh.” Peter’s face fell. “About that. I forgot that I hadn’t gotten tickets for tonight. I wasn’t planning on staying the whole day because I don’t know anyone here and the bus that I took is going back in about another hour. I can’t stay. I’m sorry.”

  “I can drive you home.”

  Peter froze at the offer. Would that be a stupid thing to accept? He’d just met Mitch, but he trusted him. At least as far as you could trust someone you just met.

  “Oh, I don’t...”

  “Look, I can get some folks to vouch for me. I know we just met, but I’m safe. Swear. I’m all about safe and consensual, after all. If it would make you feel better, you could call someone and let them know who you’re with.”

  That actually sounded pretty smart. It wasn’t insulting, was it? “You wouldn’t mind?”

  “Nah. I actually prefer it. You want to be safe these days.”

  With that promise firmly in mind, Peter did as directed and called his boss. The coffee shop would still be open and considering his boss was a fellow drag queen, he figured he’d appreciate what Peter was doing.

  The rest of the night passed in a blur. Peter met so many people his head was spinning, and he spent the entirely of the evening plastered up against Mitch’s broad chest. Well, they were separated so they could eat and use the restroom, but other than that they pretty much just got to know each other as well as you can in a loud, noisy environment.

  Sooner than he’d realized it was time to go home.

  The ride back to Calgary took less time than he thought, or maybe he was just taken with the company. Before he realized it, he was directing Mitch to 17th Avenue where his apartment was, and past the various parties going on in the bars peppered along the popular street. They finally pulled up to a stop in front of Peter’s apartment building.

  “Umm, it’s not the quietest place to live sometimes, but I like the crowds,” Peter said, nervously. He wanted to prolong their night, but he wasn’t the type of guy that slept around on the first date. Now, a second date? That was different.

  “Yeah? You might not like my place, then. My ranch is definitely not crowded. Not with humans, at least.”

  Peter laughed at the smirk on Mitch’s face. “Well, I grew up in the middle of Vancouver, so I’m kind of used to a busy city life. Who knows whether I’d enjoy something quieter, though? I’ve never really given it much thought. You must like the peace.”

  “It’s great. I get to do my own thing. My dad owns the ranch, but my brother and I have our own houses nearby. It’s nice, and I’m pretty close to my family. Trust me, there’s nothing quite like being out in the country on a quiet summer night. The stars are so clear, and you can’t find anything like that inside Calgary. You can’t see for shit with the light pollution coming from all the street lamps and houses.”

  “Hmm.” That did sound nice. Peter wondered if he ever might have a chance to see that. He wouldn’t mind spending more time with Mitch.

  “So, you coming back tomorrow?”

  Peter winced. “No, I can’t. I just got here and I’m working at a coffee place down the street and they only let me take one day off this weekend. I’m sorry. I wish I could see you ride in your events tomorrow. I’ll be cheering you on, though.”

  He completely cursed his bad luck now that he’d met Mitch. He hadn’t been too upset about it when he’d first made plans for this weekend, but then again he hadn’t had his own personal cowboy back then. He’d had such a great time today that it was a shame he couldn’t go back for more.

  “That’s okay. Unfortunate, but I understand having to work.” Mitch shrugged, before opening his door and coming around to the passenger side. He held the door open for Peter, giving him a hand as he slid out of the truck.

  Peter was surprised, but pleased, when Mitch walked him to his apartment entrance. Wow, his cowboy sure was a gentleman.

  Marcus stopped and faced him. “Listen, the Eagle is having a Last Stand Party on Monday. You want to come with me?”

  Peter bounced in place. “Yeah. Sure, that would be fun. Uh, what should I wear?”

  Mitch grinned. “Got anything in leather? Either that or dress for the rodeo. Denim, boots, cowboy hat if you own one.”

  “Well, then. Better hold on to your boots, cowboy, because I’m about to blast them right off.”

  “How about I pick you up about eight? We can grab a quick bite to eat before heading over there.”

  “That sounds great. Oh, phone numbers.” Peter remembered in time. They took a minute to program each other’s numbers into their cells.

  Peter lifted upward, pressing a kiss to Mitch’s cheek. “See you Monday, cowboy.”

  Mitch growled before grabbing him close and slanting his mouth over Peter’s. Oh, holy hell. Peter groaned into Mitch’s lips and gloried in the hard arm that tightened around his waist. He had no idea how long he clung like a limpet to Mitch’s big body, but they finally parted.

  “See you Monday.” Mitch tilted his cowboy hat down with one big paw before sauntering off back to his truck.

  Peter wasn’t too prideful to admit that he had to lean against the door for a moment before getting his breath back. Wow. Oh, wow. He wanted to call his friends and tell them all about his night. He couldn’t believe he’d met someone like Mitch.

  Chapter Two

  Shit, Mitch was going to be here in ten minutes and Peter still wasn’t completely ready. He wasn’t sure if this was the stupidest thing he’d ever done but it was way too late to back out now. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Mitch yesterday as he’d been working and somehow he’d gotten it into his brain that since Mitch had shown such joy in the drag queens at the rodeo that he wouldn’t mind having a date with a queen tonight.

  It had only been after Peter had already struggled himself into his corset that he’d had his first doubt about whether it was the brightest idea to go to a leather bar in drag. Hell, he normally wore his girlie clothing when he was performing, but it wasn’t like he’d never gone out with a dress and wig before when he was with his friends. It was performance art to him, for the most part. He loved the feeling he got when he got all dolled up and was able to become someone else.

  Petra Foxx was everything that Peter Forrest wasn’t. She was loud and proud and had no problem kicking ass and taking names. Peter tended to be shy around people he didn’t know, so he leaned on his friends a lot. The past month had been his attempt to be more like Petra.

  If that made any sense at all. Hell, he realized he was Petra, or Petra was him, whatever, but she was like an exaggerated version of him. That being said, maybe there was something to being more like Petra because he was going out with his cowboy tonight.

  If he could just finish getting ready on time.

  With minutes to spare he managed to pull on his boots and check his makeup in the mirror before his phone rang. He answered and told Mitch to wait while he came down. The way he was feeling tonight, if they didn’t leave right now they may not be going anywhere. Or, at least Peter would be doing everything in his power to keep Mitch tied to his bed for the night.

  Damn, he was horny at being all dressed up for his date.

  Riding down in the elevator, Peter checked his makeup one last time before pushing his shoulders back and lifting his chin. When the doors opened, he was about as calm as he could be. Taking a deep breath, and channelling his inner diva, he sauntered out to where his big cowboy was waiting.

  Mitch was dressed in a pair of worn jeans and cowboy boots. A black button up shirt was stretched wide across his chest and a black cowboy hat pressed low over his head. Well, not quite the leather gear Peter had been expecting but it was the ending of the rodeo after all.

  He watched for a reaction as he crossed the lobby and reached the glass doors
separating himself from Mitch. He could practically feel Mitch’s gaze as it traveled up and down Peter’s body.

  As it should. Peter knew he looked damn good. He sported a short denim skirt, with a pair of black cowboy boots he’d purchased yesterday. He’d wanted to go for something a little more flamboyant, but he’d decided to err on the side of caution for once. Well, on the bottom at least. His top was moulded into a leather corset, with falsies providing ample cleavage. His long, black wig finished off the look. He’d debated making pig tails, but had decided to go with a straight style instead.

  “Hi, Mitch. Like what you see?” Peter asked in a breathy voice.

  “Shit.” Mitch placed both hands on either side of Peter’s waist. “Fuck the party. I want to devour you instead.”

  “Well, I heard a little rumour that someone special had won the All-Around. It’s only right that you get a prize.” He’d been following the news as well as he could yesterday and had done a little dance of his own when he’d heard that Mitch had taken the title.

  “Fuck, Peter.” Mitch’s voice was so gravelly that Peter could barely make out the words.

  A full body shiver ran along his spine, and Peter pressed himself against Mitch’s bulk. “Is it okay?” he asked, shy despite his Petra clothing.

  Mitch responded by capturing Peter’s lips with his own. Peter had only a moment to savour the feeling before Mitch’s tongue was pressing insistently inside his mouth, tongues duelling and serving to make Peter’s cock perk up and take notice.

  He hadn’t bothered to tape himself, and the heavy groan Mitch let out as Peter ground himself against Mitch’s leg told him that Mitch didn’t mind in the least.

  Mitch pulled back before looking down Peter’s body. He grabbed hold of the erection currently tenting Peter’s denim skirt, palming it expertly.

  “Gah!” Peter exclaimed, words escaping him.

  Peter groaned, bringing up his hands to hold Mitch in place. He bucked his hips, grinding his cock into the hand manipulating him.

  “You want to go upstairs or to the bar?” Mitch asked in a heated whisper.

  Oh, Peter really wanted to go upstairs. But, he also wanted to tease Mitch for as long as he could. He wiggled in Mitch’s hold, trying to get closer. “Bar...”

  “Fuck. How’d I know you were going to say that?” Mitch pulled Peter away despite Peter trying to get closer. “Come on, you’ve got to give me a break if we’re not going upstairs. At least let me get to the truck.”

  Peter snickered. “If you insist.” He strolled past Mitch, making sure to sway his hips enticingly. He expertly flipped his hair over his shoulder and glanced back at Mitch. “Coming, cowboy?”

  “You’re asking for it, babe. Just warning you.”

  “Oh, I’m counting on that.” Peter laughed.

  The next few hours were glorious. He took every advantage to rub his body up against Mitch’s and his cowboy loved it judging by the groans and hard kisses he received in response. Dinner had been fabulous and the Eagle was great. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but the low-key building packed with men and women was definitely fun. He didn’t stick out, which was even better. The walls of the Eagle were covered in artwork, some plucked from gay history and others apparently painted by Eagle patrons. There was also a whole exhibit of leather memorabilia in the hallway leading to the men’s room. Mitch had proudly taken him around and shown him everything inside.

  There was such history inside here that Peter was intrigued.

  They danced, and chatted up strangers—to Peter, at least—but neither drank anything alcoholic. Peter definitely wanted to keep his head clear for their own after party.

  “That’s it. We’re getting out of here. I’ve reached my limit.” Mitch finally released Peter after their last dance, and started to drag him out of the bar. They ignored the few catcalls they received on the way out.

  “My place?” Peter asked.

  “It’s closer. This okay with you, babe?”

  “Yes, yes yes yes.” Shit, Mitch had been driving him mad since they’d first seen each other tonight. Well, if he was honest, he’d been caught up in Mitch since Saturday.

  What felt like hours later but was only about twenty minutes, they were safely ensconced within Peter’s apartment. He had a plan to show Mitch around but the other man didn’t seem to care to see his place.

  Instead Peter was currently pressed up against his bedroom wall with a very happy and horny cowboy in front of him.

  Mitch grunted, unzipping Peter’s skirt and letting it fall to his feet along with his red panties, before palming Peter’s dick. He hadn’t bothered to tuck, so it was as free as could be. Peter reached up for the zipper holding his corset in place before sliding it down and baring himself to Mitch’s gaze. His falsies were dealt with easily and then Mitch was bending over him, sucking a nipple into the moist cavern of his mouth.

  Peter groaned, bringing up his hands to hold Mitch in place. He bucked his hips, grinding his cock into the hip above him. Mitch shifted up, lining up their mouths again in a hot, wet kiss, full of tongue and teeth. Peter’s nipple felt raw, aching in remembrance of Mitch’s talented mouth. He badly wanted that mouth somewhere a little south of the border, so to speak.

  “Mitch, please,” he gasped.

  “Wait,” Mitch ordered.

  Mitch dropped to his knees, ending up with his face hovering over the hard shaft pointing straight up. He grabbed it in one firm hand, squeezing tight before sucking Peter deep. Peter bucked, yelping when his eyes rolled back into his head.

  Mitch hummed, clearly enjoying himself when he lifted his head with a swirl of his tongue. He laved the tip of Peter’s cock, obviously determined to drive Peter out of his mind.

  “Please, I can’t wait,” he groaned.

  Mitch pushed up, grabbing Peter’s legs in his strong hands. He carried him to the bed where Peter was dropped gently to the cotton surface.

  “Lube and condoms?” Mitch asked, his voice a veritable growl.

  Peter pointed to the bedside table, smirking when Mitch practically ripped the drawer out to grab the essentials. Quicker than a thought, Mitch was back and pressing his lubricated fingers to Peter’s ass.

  “You going to get naked too, cowboy?”

  Remaining silent, Mitch spread the liquid around, teasing the nerve endings around his hole and making Peter squirm with every press into his ass.

  “Enough, please, I need you now!” he cried.

  Mitch grunted before standing up and pulling his shirt off quickly. His boots were toed off and his jeans dropped to the floor. Peter gasped at the sight of Mitch’s naked cock standing at attention. He hadn’t been wearing underwear and wasn’t that a hot thought?

  Not giving him time to look his fill, Mitch returned to the bed and blanketed Peter with his big body. Oh, shit that felt good. Wow.

  Peter let his hands drift over Mitch’s body, holding him close and arching his hips up to be possessed.

  Mitch took him at his word, working his shaft inside in increments. Peter felt achingly full.

  When Mitch was completely encased inside him, they moved together, entirely in sync. Peter’s legs wrapped around Mitch’s waist; the hard weight of Mitch holding him down. He bucked his hips, desperate to come. Mitch’s cock bumped against his prostate, sending him flying. He was almost there.

  He offered his lips to the other man, arching his neck up. Mitch bent down, mashing their lips together, moaning into his mouth. He palmed his own cock, pumping in time with Mitch’s thrusts into his ass. Mitch’s larger hand joined his, the two men working together to reach their mutual orgasms. Almost there…

  Mitch thumbed his slit, sliding over and over the little opening. Peter cried out, the sound muffled by Mitch’s mouth on his. His balls drew up and he came, shooting his seed onto his belly, clamping down tightly on Mitch’s shaft. Mitch growled, a low fierce sound. He froze in place, the cords in his neck standing out, before he jerked his hips and began to drive hi
mself slowly into Peter.

  Finally, Mitch slid to the side, getting rid of the condom and dropping it off the side of the bed. Peter made a mental note to clean that up before he stepped on it in the morning. They lay still, curled in each other’s arms.

  “Stay?” Peter rumbled.

  “Just try and get rid of me tonight,” Mitch returned.

  Peter grinned sleepily before snuggling closer to Mitch’s big body. Wow, that was nice. He looked forward to their next date, if this one was anything to go by.

  Chapter Three

  Peter stared around himself in fascination. If he’d thought the gay rodeo was a spectacle, this was something else entirely.

  A warm hand pressed to his back. “Don’t get lost, now. I have plans for later that involve you.”

  Peter grinned up at his cowboy. He honestly hadn’t known what to expect when Mitch had invited him to the Calgary Stampede, but now he was glad he’d accepted. Of course, just the sight of Mitch all duded up in tight Wranglers, a pair of ropers, black and grey plaid dress shirt and black cowboy hat was enough to make him drool. And then get down on his knees and praise whatever God was out there for creating cowboys for little rodeo queens to enjoy. Hot Damn, the man was fine.

  Peter himself was pretty much in the same outfit he’d worn to the gay rodeo, except he’d added his new cowboy boots to the look. He figured he fit in well enough.

  “Is it always this busy?” Peter didn’t know what to look at. This was insane. It was pretty much wall to wall people in front of him. The smell of fairground food was tantalizing his nose, and he could practically taste the mini donuts already. Ooh, he should get a corndog too. Maybe he could tease Mitch with it. The man certainly liked his mouth.

  “Usually. I think it’s a bit more crowded than normal because of the centennial celebration of the Stampede.”

  “Where to?” Peter asked.

  “I’d like to head over to the barns first, if you don’t mind. We’re early enough that we have time before the rodeo starts, and unless you want to go on the rides later, we can always check out the marketplace when the rodeo lets out.”