FABULOUS BRITS anthology

273 Pages·2016·1.13 MB·English

by  Lynne Carol

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Fabulous Brits Anthology
ISBN # 978-1-906590-93-2
Moor Love ©Copyright Carol Lynne 2008
Yin Yang ©Copyright Sedonia Guillone 2008
Kingsoak ©Copyright Willa Okati 2008
Under the Law ©Copyright J.P. Bowie 2008
Bound Together ©Copyright Jane Davitt 2008
Bull Rider ©Copyright Jade Buchanan 2008
Cover Art by Ann Cain ©Copyright August 2008
Edited by Claire Siemaszkiewicz, Michele Paulin
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FABULOUS BITS ANTHOLOGY

Moor Love
Carol Lynne

Yin Yang
Sedonia Guillone

Kingsoak
Willa Okati

Under the Law
J.P. Bowie

Bound Together
Jane Davitt

Bull Rider
Jade Buchanan
MOOR LOVE

Carol Lynne
Dedication

Dedicated to my very British, very helpful beta reader, Drew Hunt.
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Chapter One

Looking out the window, Caleb watched as the train wound its way through the
Yorkshire countryside. He still couldn’t believe he was here. It had taken nearly a year of
paperwork to get his student placement, but the day had finally arrived.
He quickly scanned the folder of information he’d been given. Smiling to himself, he
closed the folder. He’d looked at the damn thing so many times, he already had it
memorised. He’d be working for Jon Cook on a small sheep farm just inland of the small
seaside town of Whitby.
According to the information he’d received, he’d have his work cut out for him. After
his mom had read it, she tried desperately to talk him out of going. No, Mr. Cook wasn’t a
serial killer or anything, just different.
Mr. Cook had been in a car wreck nineteen years earlier. The accident took the life of his
father and left him with a pronounced limp and an inability to speak. A more recent fall
while dipping his sheep had aggravated his earlier injury. Unable to tend to his sheep in the
fields properly, Mr. Cook had finally agreed to sign up for the work placement program.
Caleb already knew they would have a problem, because Mr. Cook kept insisting he
didn’t need a worker for an entire year, but the program only placed students for that
amount of time. Once Caleb started working, he’d be there for the designated time, or risk
losing his college credits.
As he leaned his forehead against the glass, Caleb lost himself in his own problems.
He’d come out to his mom when he was sixteen, but he’d waited to tell his dad. As the years
went by, he kept promising himself he’d do it, but the timing had yet to be right.
After his folks had divorced, Caleb and his mom moved back to the Kansas City area,
leaving his father and the family’s farm behind. His formative years had been spent on
baseball fields and malls instead of barns and pastures.
He’d been sent to Iowa for two weeks every summer to stay with his dad. It was during
this time, he’d felt the divide between them grow. Usually he’d spend the entire time sitting
on the porch or in front of the old television. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help his dad on
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the farm, he just didn’t know what to do. His dad had little patience and often lost his temper
while trying to explain the way to perform a particular task.
Caleb had found getting out of the way made them both much happier. That all
changed after coming out of the closet to his mother. At the age of sixteen, Caleb decided it
was time to roll his sleeves up and learn everything he could about sheep. Prior to his two
week visit, Caleb searched the internet, reading every article he could find.
He knew it was the summer he’d finally tell his dad that he was gay and wanted them
to have somewhat of a relationship established before then. He soon found out that reading
about sheep and actually caring for them, were two different things.
His dad was a little more patient with him, but Caleb could tell he still had a lot of
bridging to do before coming out to him. Since then, he realised that he actually enjoyed
learning about farm animals, not only sheep, but pigs, cattle and even chickens.
When it came time for him to apply to a university, Caleb chose Kansas State because of
its well known agricultural program. He knew he didn’t want to be a farmer or rancher, but
he was finding out there were all sorts of careers a person could get into as long as he had
agricultural knowledge.
In the end, he decided to go for a dual degree in both agricultural science and
marketing. He’d interviewed his sophomore year with a national feed company and thought
that was the career path he’d enjoy the most.
Maybe a year away would strengthen his resolve to speak with his dad. Hell, it couldn’t
hurt anyway. Shifting his gaze away from the breathtaking scenery, Caleb looked down at
the folder once again. He wondered how Mr. Cook felt about gays. Would he be expected to
put that part of his life on hold for the next year?
Caleb wasn’t sure of how tolerant the people in and around Whitby would be. He’d
grown to enjoy a fairly active sex life and if he had to, he’d put his desires on hold, but it
wouldn’t be easy. He’d at least make sure his sexual orientation was known up front. Even if
he couldn’t engage in one of his favourite pass-times, he at least didn’t want to hide it any
longer.
Jon Cook was thirty-six, only thirteen years older than Caleb, but from the few letters
he’d received from Mr. Cook, he seemed much older. Maybe it was being unable to speak.
Caleb wasn’t sure, but the letters were always very well written and straight to the point.
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The sign along the track and announcement over the speaker above his head, declared
he’d arrived in Whitby. Caleb quickly stuck the folder into his laptop case before looking at
his new hometown. He could see the ocean off in the distance. Caleb couldn’t remember ever
being this close to the ocean. Well, he’d flown over it on his way to England, but this was
different. This was definitely a new chapter in his life.
No way could this place be real. It looked more like a movie set with narrow winding
cobblestone streets set between picturesque buildings.
The train stopped and Caleb noticed several passengers in his car gathering their
belongings. Mr. Cook was supposed to meet him at the station, and Caleb couldn’t help but
to wonder what his new employer would look like.
Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, Caleb picked up his laptop case and dragged
one of his suitcases towards the door. Once he had that one on the station platform, he
quickly went back for the other. His nerves and lack of food had his stomach churning as he
stepped off the train onto the platform with his last bag.
The first thing to hit him was the overwhelming smell of the sea. He took a moment to
tilt his head up and watch the seagulls flying through the overcast sky.
Looking around he didn’t immediately see anyone who resembled what he’d imagined
a sheep farmer would look like. Of course he really only had a younger version of his dad in
mind. Spotting a lone man leaning heavily on a cane off to the side, Caleb’s breath caught in
his chest.
Shit, if that was indeed Jon Cook, he sure didn’t look like any farmer he’d ever met.
Swallowing around the newly formed lump in his throat, Caleb made his way to the tall dark
haired man, deciding to leave his luggage where it sat for now.
Their size difference was even more apparent as he stood in front of his new employer.
“I’m Caleb Winters. Are you Mr. Cook?”
Caleb extended his hand in greeting. Mr. Cook enveloped it with a hearty shake. Caleb
couldn’t help but to notice how his hand was swallowed by the tanned callused hand of the
man in front of him.
His cock began to take notice as well. As soon as their hands released, Mr. Cook started
scribbling on the pad of paper hung around his neck. Caleb waited, noticing the long fingers
as they gripped the pen.
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The small sheet was torn off and handed to him. Caleb took it and read. “Please call me
Jon. My father was Mr. Cook.”
Caleb looked back up at Jon and smiled. “Nice to meet you, Jon.”
Jon nodded his approval before gesturing to the off loaded luggage. Besides the bags he
was already carrying, Caleb had packed two fairly large suitcases. The weight hadn’t
exceeded the requirements, but just barely. He started to pick both of them up, but Jon
swatted his hand off one of the handles.
Caleb looked up into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. He hated to get into a pissing
contest this early in their acquaintance, but Caleb knew Jon wouldn’t be able to carry the
heavy bag with his knee messed up. “That’s okay. I’ve got it,” Caleb said, trying again to lift
the suitcase.
Jon rapped his cane against the navy blue bag and shook his head. Surrendering, Caleb
stepped back. He watched as Jon easily lifted the suitcase and turned towards the parking
lot.
Caleb fell into step behind him, struggling with the one he carried. He watched as the
veins and muscles in Jon’s forearms popped out in stark relief. Although his employer was
still leaning heavily against his cane, he seemed to be having an easier time than Caleb was
having. He should’ve known. He’d always been a fairly small guy. He’d spent many hours in
the gym the previous four or five years, but all he really managed to do was tone his still lean
body.
Jon easily threw the suitcase in the back of the farm truck. Caleb tossed his backpack in
the bed and set his laptop case on the ground. With both hands free, he struggled to lift the
remaining bag over the side of the truck.
Two browned arms reached around him and helped him finish the task. The
momentum of releasing the heavy object threw Caleb off balance enough to brush against
Jon’s hard chest. He heard a quick intake of breath and looked over his shoulder. “Sorry,” he
mumbled.
Jon was looking down at him. He stared for several moments before finally stepping
back and retreating to the passenger side of the old truck.
What? Was he supposed to drive? It was then that he remembered the obvious. Duh,
the English drive on the wrong side of the road. He grinned to himself. Caleb picked up his
computer and climbed into the cab.
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He set the heavy black case on his lap, hoping to hide the hard-on he’d sprung seconds
earlier. Before starting the truck, Jon dug in the seat and handed Caleb a thin notebook.
Opening the book, Caleb saw it contained written descriptions of the work Jon needed
him to handle. Everything looked easy enough. Caleb just hoped he performed the assigned
duties to Jon’s expectations. He’d never been good at living up to expectations and probably
never would. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t try though.
Riding through the countryside, Caleb still couldn’t believe he was here. “It’s all so
beautiful,” he whispered aloud, glancing at Jon.
He noticed a slight lift to one side of Jon’s perfect mouth. Evidently, he’d said the right
thing. It was a toss up as to what was more beautiful, the scenery out the window or the
scenery sitting beside him.
Stop it, he scolded himself. There was a huge difference between Jon knowing he was
gay and actually flaunting the fact in front of him with a perpetual hard-on.
Caleb tried once again to concentrate on the papers in his hand. He reread the opening
paragraph.

Caleb,
I hope your journey was an easy one. I’ve left plenty of time for you to acclimate yourself to the
time difference over the next two days. I’m hoping this is satisfactory. If not, please don’t hesitate to
speak up. I’ll be up front by telling you I hate that I’m unable to care for my own farm. My doctor
assures me my knee will heal, but in the meantime, I need your help with the sheep out on the moors.
They tend to wander and it will be your primary job to check the fences daily and make sure the sheep
are healthy. Quite often they manage to free themselves of their fences and wander onto the road. I’ve
lost more than one of my flock by a careless driver. The terrain is rocky and quite hilly or I’d be able to
do this myself. You’ll be sleeping in the spare room next to mine. If there’s anything in the
accompanying lists that you find unclear or unsatisfactory, please address it with me sooner rather
than later. Allowing things to fester is no way to build a year-long working relationship.
Sincerely,
Jon
Caleb closed the notebook and looked at his companion. “I agree about the festering
part. Please feel you can do the same with me. Reading about something is only the first step
in really learning about it. I’m sure I’ll screw up, I always have, but I take directions well
when shown.”