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shot up to his feet and smacked his head into one of the wooden wagon arches. Dropping to his knees, he briskly rubbed his head. Soon enough a knot the size of an egg would form, but he didn’t really care.
“Dalton?” Not trusting his vision, he rubbed his eyes and looked again. Dalton was still there, standing at the end of the wagon, soaking wet and grinning like a devil.
“You know my name.”
“Course I know your name!” Everett refrained from launching himself out of the wagon. “You real?”
Dalton tilted his head and touched himself. “I think I am real.”
Just like at the spring, Dalton’s mode of speech was odd and his behavior curious. Everett figured it must have something to do with his amazing ability.
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been all over this stinking desert and—” Everett cut himself off when Dalton just stood there, staring at him, with the most baffled expression on his face.
“You’re not happy to see me?” Dalton turned as if to go, which drove Everett out of the wagon and straight into his arms.
“Course I’m glad to see you!”
When Dalton embraced him, it was like finding the home he’d never had.
Thunder clapped above their entwined bodies, but this time, Everett wasn’t afraid. He kept right on kissing Dalton until the rain soaked him through.
“Damn, where’s my head at? You must be freezing.” It cost him just about all his willpower to release Dalton, but he did, and helped him up into the wagon.
Once he’d settled him in with the lone blanket around his shoulders, food in his belly, and about a hundred touches to ensure he was real, Everett peeled off his own soaked duds.
Shivering, he joined Dalton under the cover.
“Ah, you’re good and warm.” Everett didn’t want to chill him again with his cold body, but Dalton didn’t seem to mind. In fact, within minutes of twining together, they were pushing the cover back from all the heat they generated.
After a round of frantic sex that left them sweaty and weak, they lay together with Dalton’s head on Everett’s chest. Never, not once in his life, had he ever felt perfectly meshed with another. Dalton’s body responded to his touch with a synchronicity that was mind-bending. His body did the same for Dalton’s touch. As much as he just wanted to snuggle in and sleep, he needed to know more about Dalton’s startling ability.
“So, tell me, how does it work?”
“I don’t rightly know.” While he spoke, Dalton traced his finger along Everett’s chest hair.
“You have this skill, and you don’t know nothing about it?” Everett paused. “Or do you just not trust me enough to tell me.”
Up Dalton’s head came. “If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t have shifted to save you.”
“Good point.” Chagrined, Everett kissed the tip of Dalton’s nose.
“I don’t remember how it started. Honestly I don’t. But I think it had something to do with avoiding being hit.”
Everett tensed.
“Relax, it was a long time ago.”
“How old are you?”
“I was twenty-three the day I realized I could do this curious thing, if the conditions were right.” Dalton paused. “What year is it?”
“1877.”
There was a long pause while Dalton figured the numbers. “Oh, my. I’m quite a bit older than you.”
But he wouldn’t say exactly how much older. Not that Everett was worried about that. While Dalton spoke, Everett sifted his fingers through his hair. Even damp, the strands were amazingly soft.
“There’s a catch, though, to this ability. Once I shift, I forget that I was ever human. I just go until the heat abates, and then I drop into dust, waiting for the heat to return.”
“What pulls you out of dust form?”
“Water.” Dalton chucked his chin to the downpour outside. “I was settled in for the night when the rain started. I can stay in that form if I wish, but something was telling me to turn.” He lifted his head until their gazes locked. “I missed
“Dalton?” Not trusting his vision, he rubbed his eyes and looked again. Dalton was still there, standing at the end of the wagon, soaking wet and grinning like a devil.
“You know my name.”
“Course I know your name!” Everett refrained from launching himself out of the wagon. “You real?”
Dalton tilted his head and touched himself. “I think I am real.”
Just like at the spring, Dalton’s mode of speech was odd and his behavior curious. Everett figured it must have something to do with his amazing ability.
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been all over this stinking desert and—” Everett cut himself off when Dalton just stood there, staring at him, with the most baffled expression on his face.
“You’re not happy to see me?” Dalton turned as if to go, which drove Everett out of the wagon and straight into his arms.
“Course I’m glad to see you!”
When Dalton embraced him, it was like finding the home he’d never had.
Thunder clapped above their entwined bodies, but this time, Everett wasn’t afraid. He kept right on kissing Dalton until the rain soaked him through.
“Damn, where’s my head at? You must be freezing.” It cost him just about all his willpower to release Dalton, but he did, and helped him up into the wagon.
Once he’d settled him in with the lone blanket around his shoulders, food in his belly, and about a hundred touches to ensure he was real, Everett peeled off his own soaked duds.
Shivering, he joined Dalton under the cover.
“Ah, you’re good and warm.” Everett didn’t want to chill him again with his cold body, but Dalton didn’t seem to mind. In fact, within minutes of twining together, they were pushing the cover back from all the heat they generated.
After a round of frantic sex that left them sweaty and weak, they lay together with Dalton’s head on Everett’s chest. Never, not once in his life, had he ever felt perfectly meshed with another. Dalton’s body responded to his touch with a synchronicity that was mind-bending. His body did the same for Dalton’s touch. As much as he just wanted to snuggle in and sleep, he needed to know more about Dalton’s startling ability.
“So, tell me, how does it work?”
“I don’t rightly know.” While he spoke, Dalton traced his finger along Everett’s chest hair.
“You have this skill, and you don’t know nothing about it?” Everett paused. “Or do you just not trust me enough to tell me.”
Up Dalton’s head came. “If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t have shifted to save you.”
“Good point.” Chagrined, Everett kissed the tip of Dalton’s nose.
“I don’t remember how it started. Honestly I don’t. But I think it had something to do with avoiding being hit.”
Everett tensed.
“Relax, it was a long time ago.”
“How old are you?”
“I was twenty-three the day I realized I could do this curious thing, if the conditions were right.” Dalton paused. “What year is it?”
“1877.”
There was a long pause while Dalton figured the numbers. “Oh, my. I’m quite a bit older than you.”
But he wouldn’t say exactly how much older. Not that Everett was worried about that. While Dalton spoke, Everett sifted his fingers through his hair. Even damp, the strands were amazingly soft.
“There’s a catch, though, to this ability. Once I shift, I forget that I was ever human. I just go until the heat abates, and then I drop into dust, waiting for the heat to return.”
“What pulls you out of dust form?”
“Water.” Dalton chucked his chin to the downpour outside. “I was settled in for the night when the rain started. I can stay in that form if I wish, but something was telling me to turn.” He lifted his head until their gazes locked. “I missed
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