The Outlaws Spanked Captive

I roped him in the sun-baked canyon, his lithe frame twisting like a wild mustang against the rawhide.

This thief, all reckless glint and husky barbs, had swiped the maps my gang bleeds for-secrets that could bury us all under federal nooses.

Damn fool's been running so long his eyes scream isolation, even as his mouth spits fire at me.

Trussed wrist-to-saddle horn, sweat carving trails down his bare back, he bucks harder.

I drag him to the shadowed shack, bend him over the rough-hewn table.

My palm meets his bare skin-crack after blistering crack-till his defiant snarls melt into ragged pleas that twist something deep in my gut.

Brother's ghost haunts my every draw, demanding loyalty sharper than any blade, yet this captive's fire calls to the savior I buried long ago.

He yields inch by stinging inch, body arching into the discipline he pretends to hate, sweat-slicked and trembling in my grip after the burn fades to possessive heat.

Our nights tangle there, outlaw enforcer claiming the thief who should be my ruin, his sarcasm shattering against my growl as I mark him mine in ways this lawless dustbowl brands sin.

Freedom's his grail, that perilous heist his only tether-yet one more crack of my hand, one more night bared and broken under my weight, and his self-forged walls might crumble for good.

Mine could too, loyalty fracturing to the man who tempts me toward redemption or the grave.

What if the very discipline anchoring him unravels us both?

A full-length gay western spanking erotic romance featuring a stern outlaw enforcer and his defiant captive thief.