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I’m going to talk politics, religion, love, family, and marriage and I’m not going to apologise for it.
A few days ago SCOTUS made a momentous decision and suddenly same-sex marriage is legal in all fifty states. I’m guessing that mine won’t be the only blog on the subject, so please forgive me if you’re sick of the rainbows now. No, blow that for a game of soldiers. We should be talking about this moment.
America isn’t the first to legalise same-sex marriage, and fingers and toes crossed, it won’t be the last. But it’s one that I’ve followed almost more closely than the same sex marriage debate in the UK. The reason being that the UK is a largely secular society (maybe excluding Northern Ireland?). I knew we’d get same sex marriage despite what the church was saying. I was on tenterhooks for America.
Congratulations to all the couples out there who can now express their deep love for each other the way heterosexual couples have been able to do, and get the same protections and benefits.
For me though, I hope that this decision has a more reaching effect on the very people who oppose it most. I doubt it, but I hope.
I hope parents stop rejecting their LGBT children. But instead love them with their heart and mind instead of listening to religious rhetoric.
I hope more churches will embrace their LGBT congregation instead of rejecting them.
I hope that LGBT people will wake up this morning (I’m writing this on Saturday) with a lighter heart and sore heads, knowing that they have taken one step closer to not being ‘other’.
I hope that one day two guys can walk down the road holding hands and not be abused or worse.
I hope there is never, ever another Matthew Shephard.
I hope that trans and LGBT teenagers will not consider suicide the only way forward to escape bullying.
I hope that no partner/husband/wife will ever be excluded from their loved one’s hospital bed again.
I hope all these things come true. With all my heart.
The SCOTUS decision was one step. Now it’s time to move forward. There is work to be done.
Title: Letters From a Cowboy
Author: Sue Brown
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publication Date: 06/10/2015
Cover Artist: Garrett Leigh
Genre: M/M Romance, Western
Simon Wood arrives at Tamar Ranch looking for a job after being fired from his last position for seducing the boss’s son. It doesn’t take much for him to prove his skills with horses, so he’s taken on, but soon he clashes hard with Chip Henson.
The animosity between them hides something very different, but not for long. No matter how hard they try to resist their attraction, eventually they give in to their need. They start leaving notes for each other, and others notice and warn them to be more careful.
Fearful of discovery, Simon leaves Tamar Ranch to save Chip’s job. When he learns that his departure sent Chip off the rails, he knows he needs to risk everything and go back for him.
24 Dec 1954
Saw you got to the ranch this morning. Good people here.
Hoped you’d follow me.
Prayed you’d get out before they came for you.
Meet me at the well, usual time. Be careful.
SIMON WOOD folded the piece of paper and slid it into his back pocket. He’d find a way to get it to Chip Henson later in the day. Chip had arrived early that day, looking road-weary and filthy. They’d seen each other at breakfast, of course, but not by a flicker of an eyelash did they acknowledge that they’d made a prior acquaintance.
Simon’s mouth curved into an involuntary smile. He knew Chip in every sinful way. He’d seen the man naked and begging—taken him so hard that Chip had been weeping and cursing his grandmother’s name at the end. Oh yeah, they had prior acquaintance.
But it was dangerous to even admit they knew each other. In fifties America, Simon knew there were two things you couldn’t be, and one was a commie. Simon’s smile morphed into part snort, part laugh. He certainly wasn’t a communist.
At breakfast he’d muttered his hello when the boss introduced Chip to the hands and kept his head down, focusing on his eggs. They ate well here, although he missed Susan’s cooking.
It wasn’t perfect at the Lost Cow Ranch. The boss was a mite too fond of his liquor, and the missus had to work twice as hard to keep the ranch afloat. But they were good folk, and for the first time in months, Simon felt safe.
Maybe, if he and Chip kept their hands off each other, they could stay for a while. Maybe.
HE WAITED an hour by the mill before Chip showed. The cowboy slid off his horse and into Simon’s waiting arms, his hat tumbling off his head as Simon held on to him tightly. Simon pulled him into the shadow of the mill, pleased that he could finally bury his chilly face in Chip’s neck, his nostrils full of the strong, rich scent of his man.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” he managed eventually. “Didn’t know if you’d get my note.”
“I nearly didn’t,” Chip said. “Lorne and Brad were waiting for me with rifles before I left.”
“How did you get away?”
“Lofty and I jumped them and knocked ’em both out before they could shoot me.”
Chip shuddered with the emotion, and Simon hung on even tighter, aware of just how close he’d come to losing him.
“I love you, Henson,” Simon said gruffly, feeling Chip dig his fingers almost painfully into Simon’s back. Simon relished the pain. It reminded him they were both still alive.
“Love you too, Woody.”
Simon huffed into Chip’s neck at the nickname. “Next time we go together.”
Chip pulled back to look at him. “Don’t be stupid. We can’t take that risk.”
“I’m not leaving you again,” Simon insisted stubbornly.
Chip stepped back and slid his hands down Simon’s shoulders to grasp him around the upper arms. “Don’t, Simon. You know we can’t risk anyone finding out about us. I only just escaped this time. Next time it could be you, and I can’t have that.”
Simon stared at Chip, seeing the lines around his brown eyes, carved deeper into Chip’s face in the year he’d known him. “And I’m not gonna to spend my life wondering if you’re goin’ to turn up. We can’t be together as lovers, but we can be together as friends.”
“What are you saying?”
“If keeping us safe means we stop fucking, then….”
Chip pressed his lips together, then gave a short nod. “Friends.”
Simon went to step away, but somehow he ended up with his mouth mashed against Chip’s, his hands tangled in Chip’s hair, and Chip’s erection a rigid line pressing into his hip.
The throaty noises Chip made as they kissed just ramped up his excitement.
Simon growled deep in his throat and pushed Chip against the mill wall. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Missed you too.” Chip hauled Simon down to kiss him again.
“No lube,” Simon groaned.
“Ya got spit.” Chip’s hands were busy at Simon’s flies.
“It’s gonna hurt.” Simon was just as busy, dragging Chip’s jeans down his legs.
“Don’t care, not now. Just want you.” Chip turned in Simon’s arms and placed his hands against the rough wall.
Simon pulled Chip’s ass toward him, bare and beautiful, and all his. He ran his work-roughened hand over the tight asscheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Chip laughed roughly. “You need to see the doc, Woody. I ain’t beautiful.”
“You are to me. You’ll always be more beautiful than any of them painted whores in the Drink.”
“Thanks, I think.” Chip gasped as Simon spat on his fingers. “Hurry.”
Simon held Chip’s shoulder and slowly worked his fingers into Chip’s ass. “Just you wait. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He withdrew his fingers and spat on them again. He worked Chip until he was as prepared as he could get him.
Chip smacked the wall as Simon pushed in.
God, he was so tight. Simon wanted to ram in until he couldn’t go any farther, but he wouldn’t hurt Chip. “Too much?”
“Faster,” Chip gritted out. “I’m not gonna break.”
Chip might not, but Simon felt he was about to fly apart at the seams. He sank into Chip’s heat until he could rest against Chip’s back. He breathed across Chip’s ear, feeling the man shiver.
“Don’t let me go,” Chip whispered.
Simon held him tighter. “I’m never gonna let you go.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
Simon needed to move, but for a moment he just wanted to stay exactly where he was, Chip’s body tight around him and Simon’s senses full of his man.
About Sue Brown
Sue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn’t following their orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot and has got expert at ignoring the orders.
Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favourite television series. The kissing was hot and tender and Sue wanted to write about this men. She may be late to the party, but she’s made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.
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