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The Spiral Down by Aly Martinez
“How about you and one of your girls come out to my show in L.A. next week? My treat. Dinner, drinks, the whole deal. Evan and I would love to take you two beautiful ladies out for an evening.”
“Excuse me?” he exclaimed, cocking his head to catch my gaze.
I leaned back into my seat and lifted a hand to massage his shoulder. I was barely able to suppress a moan when the angle of his firm trap muscle met my palm.
Fuck, this guy was built like a brick wall. And I was going to love every second of watching him crumble for me.
“Oh, come on, Evan. It’s the least we can do. Double date.” I winked at Jessica. “You can fly them out! My plane should be ready by then.”
Jessica’s eyes jumped to Evan’s. “You’re a pilot?” Her smile spread irritatingly wide.
Back off, Ginger Spice.
Snapping my fingers in her direction, I corrected, “He’s my pilot.”
Subtlety was not a virtue I possessed. Was subtlety a virtue at all?
“Your temporary pilot,” he amended before shaking his head and then tipping his beer to his lips for a long pull.
“Anyway. Do we have a date?” And, by date, I meant feeding her dinner while I attempted to work my way into Evan’s pants.
She pressed one finger to her lips and then nervously flashed her eyes around the cabin.
“Oops. Sorry.” I shrugged sheepishly. Lifting my drink to my mouth, I discreetly passed her my cocktail napkin and then not-so-discreetly brushed my forearm against Evan’s chest as I pulled away.
He offered her a tight smile just before she disappeared.
I grinned proudly.
“What the fucking hell was that?” he whisper-yelled at me.
“That was me getting a woman’s number.”
He arched an eyebrow. “A woman. Really?”
“What? Is that not allowed?” I feigned innocence.
He clenched his fist in his lap, and it made me suddenly aware that my own hands had stopped trembling—and in record time, I should note. Evan seemed to be quite useful in the art of distraction.
He leaned closer. “Don’t bullshit me. I looked you up. You’re…” He stopped, unwilling to say the big, bad “G” word.
“I’m what?” I taunted.
He rolled his eyes and chugged the rest of his beer.
We went back to silence until Jessica came back by with another drink, complete with her phone number written on the napkin.
“I’m not going on a double date,” Evan said as I tucked the napkin into my pocket. “You want me to fly them out? Not a problem. Schedule it with Jackson. But that’s the extent of my professional responsibilities. And, since I’m off the clock right now, I’d also like to mention that I think whatever play you’re planning to run on that woman is fucked up.”
My head snapped to his. “I’m sorry. Play?” I asked with more attitude than I had originally planned.
“Yes. Play,” he sneered.
I stirred my drink. “Let me get this straight. I’m offering to fly her out in a private jet, feed her dinner at one of the best restaurants in the city, and put her front row at a concert that has been sold out for over a year. That doesn’t seem like a play to me. It sounds like I’m trying to do something nice for a woman I was rude to earlier.” I casually leaned back in my seat. “My conscience doesn’t ‘play’ when it comes to apologies.”
“Right. Well, maybe you should have a chat with your conscience, because she looks like she just won the date of a lifetime. Meanwhile, you don’t even like women.” He stalled, no doubt looking for just the right word to express his disgust without sounding like a bigot. Judging by his gentleness when we’d taken off, he wasn’t the type of guy to go for the fag bomb.
I watched him intently, excited to see how he was going to handle this.
I frowned at his lack of creativity. “Not that it’s any of your damn business. But I’ll have you know I love women.”
It wasn’t a lie. I adored women. Especially Levee and Robin.
I just didn’t like pussy. Meh. Semantics.
He gaped. “You’re bi?”
“And I’ll repeat: None of your damn business. But yeah. Do you have a problem with that?”
Again, it wasn’t necessarily a lie.
Was I bisexual? Fuck no. My cock was in no way an equal opportunity employer.
I was somewhat bilingual though. I knew how to ask for a blow job in English and Spanish. I pretended that was what he meant.
Chupame la verga.
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Chad bucked his hips. “Well, I like your dick, and you like my ass. You don’t have to fuck my personality.”
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Henry’s End by Julie A Richman
Throwing his head back with laughter, “Don’t ever expect me to be a gentle man with you.”
Henry was deeply ensconced in his own head, making resolutions about moving on, not paying attention to his surroundings, or seeing the man, as he approached his car. He was leaning against the hood, his thick muscled arms folded across his chest. Calm, cool, collected, in charge and so damn freaking handsome.
“Your place?” was all he said.
Henry felt the sharp stab in his heart as his adrenal glands shot a release of hormones into his blood stream. Shaking his head no, he was shocked at how cool and calm his voice sounded, when he was anything but, “No. I don’t think so. You haven’t even bought me a drink yet.”
Walking around the big Marine to the driver’s side, Henry hit the remote, unlocking the door.
With a palm to the solar plexus to stop him, “Where are you going?” the Marine asked.
“Home,” Henry was very matter-of-fact.
“I thought you wanted me to buy you a drink?”
Stepping around the Marine, Henry opened the door to his black BMW and got in. “I do…” and he closed the door and started the engine.
Rolling down the window, he added with a smile, “… on Sunday.” Gunning the Beamer’s engine, he left the Marine in the dusty parking lot with a smile on his handsome face.
Well played, Henry congratulated himself. Let him ache for me as much as I’ve been aching for him.
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- Infected: Prey
- Infected: Bloodlines
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Shadow Mountain Series Reading Order
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McFarland’s Farm by Cardeno C.
His breath hitching in reaction to the command issued in Jared’s deep, husky voice, Lucas flipped around and propped his forearms on the counter. “Like this?’ he asked shakily.
“A little more.” Jared kissed the small of his back and pushed him down until his chest rested on the cool marble. “Spread your legs real wide for me.”
Narrated by: Paul Morey
Length: 2 hrs and 34 mins
Cardeno C. – CC to friends – is a hopeless romantic who wants to add a lot of happiness and a few “awwws” into a reader’s day. Writing is a nice break from real life as a corporate type and volunteer work with gay rights organizations. Cardeno’s stories range from sweet to intense, contemporary to paranormal, long to short, but they always include strong relationships and walks into the happily-ever-after sunset.
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Dust of Snow by Indra Vaughn
Ashley turned in his seat and gave me an incredulous look. “Are you kidding me? That kid wanted to take you to the barn, guddyup, and call you Daddy.”
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I ended up on my knees in front of the desk, Ashley leaning against it—fantasy number 12—with my pants open. The elastic of my underwear rubbed the base of my bared cock, up and down, driving my arousal higher, to the point I couldn’t stand it anymore. I peeled a hand off Ashley’s hip and fisted my cock hard. I didn’t really want to come yet. Ashley had other ideas though.
“Fuck,” he gasped and I met his lust-blown eyes as he lifted them. “God, that is so hot.” His eyes rolled back in his head when I relaxed my throat and took him deep. The white-knuckled grip on the desk told me I didn’t have much time if I wanted to catch up and let him watch me come. Seemed like it was a bigger kink of his than I’d thought.
I worked myself over fast and without much finesse as I tongued the vein on the under side of Ash’s cock. With my free hand I rubbed his balls, massaged his taint, and then as I felt the tell-tale tingle, I patted his hip. Meeting his eyes I moaned around his dick when my body seized up and I came all over Karl’s carpet.
“Shit,” Ashley bit out as I shuddered and tried to keep up the rhythm, but he yanked at my hair and pulled me off. “Close your eyes, quick.” I did what he said and heard him choke on a moan before come splattered my face. “Oh, my God,” he said weakly. “Fuck, are you all right? I really didn’t mean to—Hold on, don’t open your eyes yet.” I licked at a bit of come the corner of my mouth as I heard him rummage around. “Wet wipes?” I heard him say. “Really? What does your boss get up to in here?” A gentle wet touch made me jump a little, but Ash shushed me and put his palm against the side of my neck. He licked the same corner I just had and then sucked on my bottom lip. “You can open your eyes now,” he said after a bit.
I blinked and laughed when I saw his guilty, flushed face. “It’s fine,” I said, “I liked it. Thanks for the warning, by the way.”
“Anytime.” He stared at me in silence for a second and then sniggered. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe I did that.”
I began to pull my pants up, but he stilled me with a hand on my wrist. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing at all, but… do we have to be done?”
“Oh.” I glanced automatically at his groin and he smiled ruefully.
“Not me, I’m too old. You though…”
“You’re not old,” I chided. “You’re perfect. We just need practice. Years and years of pr—” The breath whooshed out of me when he pressed his hand against my dick. “What—what do you have in mind?”
“Have you ever… been rimmed?”
I made a noise, something sounding a lot like urk as my mind went completely blank.
“I’ll take that as a no, then?” He gave the wet wipes a meaningful look.
“Do you want to?” My knees felt a bit weak, but in the good way.
The grin Ashley gave me was almost feral. “Oh, hell yeah.”
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Bluewater Bay Series by L.A. Witt, L.B. Gregg, Z.A. Maxfield, Aleksandr Voinov, Heidi Belleau
–There’s Something About Ari.
Bluewater Bay Series Reading Order
- Starstruck: A Bluewater Bay Story
- There’s Something About Ari (Bluewater Bay)
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- Lone Wolf — coming 12/20/2014
- The Burnt Toast B&B — coming 01/12/2015
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Home the Hard Way by ZA Maxfield
“Wh-what?” Finn stuttered.
“You know what I’m asking.” Dare’s blue eyes met his. “Are you ever going to want to wake up with me? Have breakfast. Buy crappy furniture in garage sales.”
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About the Author – Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back. Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.
If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”
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