For Phineas Bell, love has not only been out of reach, it has been impossible. In a world where men who love other men are anathema, he has poured his love into his work, his town, and the friends who accept him as family. But when a handsome new lodger takes over his home and his heart, breaking all his careful rules, Phin must choose between playing it safe and letting love in.
War hero Elliott Tucker is the answer to Cold Springs’s prayers for a sheriff worth his salt. But with every single woman in town throwing themselves at him, Elliott has eyes for only one person: Phin. The sparks are hot between then, but in spite of Elliott’s best efforts, Phin’s heart proves the toughest nut to crack. A love that starts with fire threatens to burn them both…
… until a shocking abduction throws Phin and Elliott together on the trail of ruthless kidnappers. Will their efforts to save a child wrench them apart or will it prove that at last they’ve found somebody to love?
“No,” Elliott argued. “You are always cooking and cleaning for me, and today of all days you deserve a break.”
Phin chuckled as Elliott turned his back and set about rinsing the dishes and putting them in the sink. The soft sound raised the hairs on the back of his neck.
“‘Always’ is a relative term for someone who’s been staying with me for less than a week,” Phin said.
“Has it only been a week?” Elliott replied. “Feels like half my life.”
Elliott left the dishes in the sink and turned. “That good.”
Phin was only a few feet away. It took less than a heartbeat to surge into him, to close his arms around his sides and pull him close. Phin gasped and then sighed as their lips met. Elliott intended for it to be a tender kiss, a symbol of his gratitude for being allowed into Phin’s house, his life. Like a match touched to kindling, it blossomed into a fiery exploration. Phin’s lips parted and Elliott accepted the invitation with a low growl. He tasted Phin with a longing so deep it echoed in his soul.
His eagerness was returned with open enthusiasm. Phin spread his fingers through Elliott’s hair, urging him closer, deeper. His other hand pressed into the muscles of his back, dropping lower to squeeze his backside. Elliott felt the unfettered hum rising from Phin’s chest as if he was the one moaning. Maybe he was. Their mouths entwined, nipping and sucking and exploring. Elliott tugged the hem of Phin’s shirt out of his pants. As he splayed his hand along the hot flesh of Phin’s back, Phin shuddered. The sensation jumped straight to Elliott’s cock, making it harder by the minute. He wanted this man, this kind, soft-spoken gentleman, like he’d wanted no one in his life.
“Come to bed with me,” he whispered against Phin’s impatient mouth.
Phin responded with a gasp. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Elliott's, his mouth still open and panting. Elliott could feel the tension shoot through him. He could feel the
agony of decision. He rubbed his palms and fingertips across Phin’s back, reaching higher and digging deeper, desire flaring the more of his skin he touched.
“I don’t know if I can,” Phin murmured at length.
“Of course you can.” Elliott withdrew a hand from Phin’s back to brush along the side of his face. Phin may have bathed, but he hadn’t shaved. Considering the man, that was as good as seeing him undressed and just as erotic. “There are no rules for us to follow, no right path to walk.”
“No?” Phin kissed him again, light and tentative.
Phin leaned carefully into him. Elliott held back, in spite of the ache in his arms and legs and especially his throbbing groin. He let Phin kiss him with a testing depth that he probably thought was too bold. It took everything he had to stay still, to do nothing but offer himself up to Phin’s inexperience. He made fists in Phin’s shirt to keep himself from tearing his clothes off as his lips were teased with teeth and tongue. The way Phin kissed him first softly, then with a surge of passion, then tentative again, hands brushing his sides but never reaching too close to the bulge in his trousers had him sweating. He wanted Phin’s hands on him, stroking him. It was maddening how much they were both holding back, and at the same time it was as sweet and golden as honey.
When he didn’t think he could stand any more, he reached for the front of Phin’s trousers. As his fingers undid the buttons holding him in, Elliott wrestled control of their kiss. He plundered Phin’s mouth with his own, taking what he wanted. Whether from surprise or desire, Phin let him. He reached into the waist of Phin’s pant. When he closed both hands around Phin’s long, thick length and tight balls, they both gasped. His skin was silken smooth over iron. He was so hard and hot that Elliott’s own cock responded with merciless throbbing. He ran his hand from balls to tip, learning Phin’s shape by heart.
It wasn’t enough. He needed to see Phin, explore him until he burst. He gripped Phin’s hips and steered him around, backing him toward the kitchen counter. As his backside bumped the edge, Phin gripped the counter, knuckles white. Good. He would need the support.
Elliott reached up briefly to push the suspenders off of Phin’s shoulders. While his focus was at the top of Phin’s torso, he kissed him again, hard and possessive. Phin melted under the
onslaught, letting him plunder and bruise with the force of his passion. He trailed kissed across Phin’s jaw and neck before returning to what he really wanted.
Without suspenders to hold them up, Phin’s pants hung loose. Elliott pulled them open and pushed them down along with his underwear. He bunched Phin’s shirt at the hem and tugged it up to get it out of the way. Phin surprised him by raising his arms and letting him yank it all the way up over his head and toss it to the floor. The sight that left him with—of his noble, regal banker, shirtless and glistening with sweat, breath short, pants loose around his knees, glorious cock standing straight up—left Elliott hard pressed to decide whether to pleasure Phin or himself as he looked at him.
He settled for both, quickly unbuttoning his own trousers and giving himself a few delicious strokes. Even a few would be too many if he wasn’t careful. Phin was far, far more erotic than he knew, leaning against the counter almost completely exposed. His skin was pale, but his chest and abdomen and what Elliott could see of his thighs were well-muscled and lean. His penis was the most beautiful thing Elliott had ever seen, bold and flushed, contoured with veins, the tip flared and shining with moisture. He gave himself a few more strokes, then closed the distance between them.
His mouth sought out Phin’s as his hands spread across Phin’s bare chest. He traced the lines of Phin’s muscles with his palms, rubbing and teasing his nipples until Phin gasped in pleasure. The choppy rise and fall of his chest and the fever in his kisses told Elliott he was having just the effect he wanted. He ground his erection against Phin’s, their flesh hot against each other’s. Phin moaned helplessly. It was so good that Elliott ran his hands down Phin’s arms to clamp his hands over Phin’s where they gripped the countertop. He should have thrown off his clothes entirely, but something about being mostly dressed, his cock reaching out through his undone fly, while Phin was mostly naked, filled him with power and excitement.
He continued to grind against him, mimicking the motions he would use if Phin were faced the other way and his cock had found its home inside of him. The friction was enough to drive him wild while still wanting more. It stroked both of them with almost enough pressure to satisfy but not quite. He wanted to wrap his hand around Phin’s length, take him into his mouth and show him how deep pleasure could run. Their cocks thrusting against each other was just the beginning.
With a guttural cry from Phin, warm moisture suddenly spilled between them. Elliott broke away long enough to look down and see the pearly liquid wetting the head of Phin’s penis and abdomen and Elliott’s shirt. It took him a moment to realize Phin had come, not him, though he was close. Phin now sagged against the counter, spent and panting.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, face bright red.
“No,” Elliott whispered. He circled his arms around Phin’s back and kissed his soft lips. “Don’t be sorry for giving in to pleasure.”
Phin returned his kiss, but it was clear that his energy was fading fast. Elliott took hold of one of his hands and guided it between them to his still throbbing cock. Phin sucked in a breath as he showed him what he wanted. He caught on fast, teasing and testing Elliott’s length and girth before closing his hand around him as best he could in their awkward position and stroking with intent.
“Oh, God, yes!” Elliott groaned as Phin worked him. He knew he shouldn’t hold back, that he should give in to the pleasure now so that they could head upstairs and start all over again, but the heady joy of having this man who he admired so much, who made his heart feel too large for his chest, pleasuring him was so good it made him greedy. He wanted it to go on forever. His body filled with the telltale signs of imminent release, radiating from his rock-hard cock, but still he held on, reveling in it.
A loud knock sounded from the front door. The sound was muffled through the door that lead to the dining room and on to the front hall, but it was still distinct.
Phin jerked back, blinking in a daze. The sudden cessation of his stroking left Elliott reeling. His penis stood up between them, flushed and demanding, the tip already wet with what was to come.
“Please don’t stop,” Elliott groaned.
Another knock sounded from the front door.
“Oh dear,” Phin said. He reached for Elliott, then stopped himself. He wiped his hand across the slick remnants of his passion still on his belly. “Oh, no.”
He peeled away from Elliott and the counter, running a hand through his still damp hair. His eyes darted around the room in a desperate search for his shirt. He spotted it on the floor and lunged for it as a third, louder knock sounded. With desperate, jerky movements, he started to get dressed.
“You aren’t going to actually answer that?” Elliott asked in a rough voice. His whole body ached with denial.
“I have to.”
Somebody To Love is the fourth full-length novel in Merry Farmer's highly acclaimed, historical Montana Romance series. In this novel, which has already found a home atop Amazon's LGBT romance lists, she writes about the love between two men, Phinneas Bell and Elliott Tucker, and the issues that surround them as they try to make their way in 1800s Montana. "This is a moving tale of friendship, lust, sacrifice, family, perceptions, existing vs. being happy, being seen as a "normal" man, wanting something seemingly impossible to obtain, being true to one's self and not being afraid to love." --Deirdre, Amazon reviewer
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About Somebody To LoveFor Phineas Bell, love has not only been out of reach, it has been impossible. In a world where men who love other men are anathema, he has poured his love into his work, his town, and the friends who accept him as family. But when a handsome new lodger takes over his home and his heart, breaking all his careful rules, Phin must choose between playing it safe and letting love in. War hero Elliott Tucker is the answer to Cold Springs’s prayers for a sheriff worth his salt. But with every single woman in town throwing themselves at him, Elliott has eyes for only one person: Phin. The sparks are hot between then, but in spite of Elliott’s best efforts, Phin’s heart proves the toughest nut to crack. A love that starts with fire threatens to burn them both… … until a shocking abduction throws Phin and Elliott together on the trail of ruthless kidnappers. Will their efforts to save a child wrench them apart or will it prove that at last they’ve found somebody to love? Genre classification: M/M LGBT Western Historical Romance
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About the authorMerry Farmer is an award-winning author of Historical Romance and what she likes to call “Sci-Fi for Women.” She lives in suburban Philadelphia with her two cats and enough story ideas to keep her writing until she’s 132. Her second novel, The Faithful Heart, was a 2102 RONE Award finalist and her unpublished futuristic novel A Man’s World won first place in the Novel: Character category at the 2013 Philadelphia Writer’s Conference. She is out to prove that you can make a living as a self-published author and to help others to do the same. Find Merry Farmer on her website, Facebook, Twitter, and Amazon Author Page.
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