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Tuesday, 19 September 2017

DESTINED; The Unrequited Trilogy #3

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

BLURB:
Several months have passed since Tristan and Joshua's relationship was pushed to its limit, in the worst of ways, yet they've managed to overcome the lies and deceit. Their relationship is now stronger than it’s ever been, however, a single phone call may be about to change all of that. As Tristan discovers something that could irrevocably destroy everything they have built, Joshua has a life altering decision to make.

In this final installment of the Unrequited Trilogy, Tristan and Joshua’s relationship is faced with yet another complication, neither of them could have ever seen coming. With the arrival of a new man in Tristan’s life, will Joshua make his lover’s fear a reality, or will he prove that their love is indeed destined?






STORY EXCERPT:
     “To think you’d do something like that for a man shocks me. Damn, no matter how nice I asked in the past, you always told me to fuck off and deal with it. Don’t tell me our little Skye is in love?”

     Skye blushed furiously as she jumped up out of her seat. “Your schedule is pretty empty today, boss man. I suggest we eat lunch in and go over some of those quarterly repair reports. The annual report is due soon.”

     “Okay, I’ll give you the topic change, but just this once.” With a smirk, he grabbed his cell phone off of the pile of papers he had been working on. “Good idea on lunch. I’ll message Joshua and see if he wants to join us. I’m sure he’ll be itching to hear all about Mr. Indie-author Carson.”

     Skye gasped playfully. “Shit, I can see it now. The Spanish Inquisition will have nothing on Josh. He keeps warning me about payback.” Smiling softly, she turned back toward the door. “I’ll go get the reports and some menus. You call Hottie, and no carrying stories while my back is turned, or else!”

     Tristan hit speed dial on his cell as he watched Skye flounce from the room. He’d have sworn he seen sparkles and butterflies floating around her head a few seconds ago. She was that high on love. A scary image indeed. Chuckling, Tristan turned in his seat to glance out of the large windows lining one side of his office. It was a beautiful day. The sun was high in the cloudless sky, illuminating the newly planted flowerbeds below. He loved this time of year and enjoyed watching the trees grow lush and green as colorful blossoms lined their thick trunks.

     “Hello, handsome. What can I do for you?” Tristan smiled at the sound of his man’s voice. He loved that southern accent. Husky and deep. Alluring. “Tristan?”

     “Oh, um, sorry, baby. I got lost in one of those Joshua daydreams.” Joshua laughed out loud, and the sound delighted Tristan. “Are you free for lunch today? Skye is in schoolmistress mode and is making me play catch-up with my reports. We’re eating in. Join us, please.”

     “I’d love to. I’m free until two, and then I have a shopping date with Cal. He’s being all top secret about the location, so I’ve no idea what’s going on. He also mentioned something about a ring. Damn, I should never have asked him out.”

     Tristan frowned as he continued to listen to his man talk. It wouldn’t be unusual for Callum to want to go ring shopping for Kari. Their two-year anniversary was drawing near after all. Speaking of which, his and Joshua’s one-year anniversary wasn’t that far away either. “I’m sure you’ll have a great time dealing with him, baby. Just stop by the office any time. Can’t wait to see you.”

     “Will do, handsome. Be there soon. I love you.”

     Tristan smiled as those sweet words resonated within him. He loved hearing them whispered from his lover’s lips.

     “I love you too. See you soon.”

     Without another word, Tristan disconnected the call just as Skye came marching back through the double doors of his office. “Now then, let’s do this, boss man!”

     Twenty minutes, and a shitload of paperwork, later, Joshua strolled through Tristan’s office door, a beautiful smile in place.

     “Hello, you sexy fuckers, where are my kisses?”

     Skye squealed in delight, pretending to faint in a total fangirl move as Joshua swooped in to lay a chaste kiss on her lips.

     “Yeah, baby. That’s what I’m talking about.” With that lopsided grin of his, Joshua then moved around the huge leather chair Skye was laying in to make his way toward Tristan. “Now it’s your turn, handsome.”

     Tristan arched a brow, feigning indifference as he watched his man with rapt eyes. He loved this playful side of him. It got him hotter than when Joshua went caveman on his ass. “I have no idea what you mean, sir, but you will not find any kisses here.” The mischievously hot expression that crossed his lover’s features just screamed that Joshua would get his kiss, and more. Yet before he could voice as much, he was attacked from behind.

     “I’ll take his kiss. Forget him. Gimme!” Skye pounced on Joshua, making all three of them laugh, just as there was a sharp knock at the door. “Shit! Saved by the lunch bell, Mr. Malone. For now.”

     As Skye skipped off to sort lunch, Joshua turned back to him, brows frowned. “So, what’s going on with our girl? I never thought I’d see the day when she lost all that doom and gloom makeup of hers.” Her unladylike grunt indicated that she’d heard what was being said, but it didn’t deter Joshua. “She is a looker, not that she wasn’t always, but damn. I’m going to get in trouble one of these days. I just know it.”

     Skye glanced over her shoulder from her spot at the table, a questioning look in her eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”

     Joshua grunted at her in return, twining his fingers through Tristan’s as he headed toward the table his assistant was laying out for them. “It means if anyone so much as looks at you funny I will have to spank them. Hard.”

     When Skye only rolled her eyes, Tristan had to fight off a chuckle. Joshua was being serious. He thought of the girl as a sister, and if anyone hurt her, then they would surely feel Joshua’s wrath. Feeling the need to reassure his man, Tristan wrapped an arm about Joshua’s waist, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

     “It’s okay, baby. We’ve had this discussion already. I’ve got the guy’s name and number. If there is anything off about him, then we’ll be able to deal with it quickly and save our girl’s virtue.”

     This time Skye was the one to laugh. “Virtue? Sure, guys, you have fun trying to find that shit, never mind saving it. Now, enough about my love life. Food is ready.”

     Taking a seat, Tristan glanced at the buffet laid out before him. It looked more like a wedding brunch menu than something three friends would enjoy on any other normal day of the week. The table was covered with a sheet of crisp white linen, and the centerpiece was made up of the most beautiful yellow sunflowers he had seen so far this season. There was a selection of hors d’œuvres, from crab and avocado toast to glazed salmon, smoked shrimp, and warm olives. All of which were a mix of his and Joshua’s favorites. These were accompanied with a selection of fresh sandwiches, stuffed potato skins, pasta, soups, and sliced vegetables for dipping. A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket next to a glass bottle of orange juice and several other bottled sodas. And a Meissen porcelain teapot was steaming next to a tray full of pastries, cupcakes, and fresh fruit. As usual, Skye had outdone herself.

     “Bon appétit, mes coeurs.”

     Joshua growled low in Skye’s direction, putting on his best French accent as he began to tease her once more. Their combined laughter was music to Tristan’s ears. Taking a plate each, they tucked into one the best lunches Tristan had had in a long time. There was a lot to be said for spending time with your loved ones.




ADULT EXCERPT:
     Propping his intoxicated man against the sink basin, Josh reached into the stall and switched on the double-headed shower. Once satisfied with the temperature, he slowly eased Tristan into the warm flow before going to close the door.

     “No! Come with me, baby. What if I fall over?” Pouting like a sulky kid, Tristan stared through the glass door, his eyes heavy lidded with sleep yet full of heat. “I’ll make it worth your while.” Licking his plump, dusky-colored lips, Tristan arched, his hips undulating as he stroked his bare chest. “Don’t make me beg.”

     On a groan, Josh pushed his boxers off, exposing the powerful erection beneath, before rushing toward his lover. Panting hard, they met in the middle, all else forgotten as their mouths came together in a wet, sloppy kiss. Tristan swallowed Josh’s low groan as he flattened himself flush against Josh’s solid chest, deepening their kiss, tongues caressing and teeth lightly nipping. “…love…you…” Moving away, Tristan kissed a path downward until he was on his knees.

     “T, wai—”

     His words were cut short as his lover wasted no time fisting Josh’s throbbing shaft and easing the blunt head into his welcoming mouth.

     “Fuck!” Swinging his hips, he sank balls deep into the warm cavern of Tristan’s throat, humming in delight as his man took everything he had to give. “That’s so damn good. Always, fuck.” Tristan moved forward, changing the angle of his strokes as his head bobbed back and forth along Josh’s now slick shaft. The rhythm and suction making his sac draw up tight as he shuddered in delight. “Dammit!”

     With a wet plop, Tristan released Josh’s cock, glancing up at him from under hooded eyes as he continued to stroke him off. The steam from the shower cloaking him in an ethereal mist. He was so damn beautiful. Those piercing gray eyes of his, lined with such dark lashes, burned fiercely with both love and lust.

     “I adore that face. Seeing the pleasure I make you feel. Knowing that I’m the only one who can do that to you.” Tristan’s voice was husky, the deep tone making Josh’s cock twitch. “That’s right, baby.” With an attentive tongue, he flicked the tip of Josh’s ruddy, bulbous head. Suckling on it lightly he teased every ridge and groove tortuously.

     “If you keep that up, I’m going to come. Hard.”

     Squeezing the base of Josh’s throbbing shaft, Tristan smirked before doubling his efforts. On a grunt, Josh threaded his hands into his lover’s dark, lush locks as he continued to thrust shallowly, gasping and groaning as his man took him over the edge with his mouth alone.

     “Don’t. Shit!”

     Josh came on a surge, his cock kicking and pulsing as Tristan sucked him dry. His man was amazing and as per usual Tristan took great pride in cleaning Josh up, igniting a white-hot fire deep within his gut. It increased his passion and excitement to almost unbearable levels.

     “I need you. Take me, T, now!”

     On a grunt, Tristan tugged hard on Josh’s hand, bringing him down onto his knees so they were face to face. “Turn around.”

     Doing as he was told, Josh turned to place his palms on the cool tiled wall, thrusting his ass back against his man’s hot, throbbing shaft. “Fuck, I need you too, baby.”

     Panting hard, Tristan rubbed the bulbous head of his cock against the tight entrance of Josh’s hole as he reached overhead for the shower gel. Josh watched raptly as his lover lathered his fingers with the cold liquid, teasing and preparing Josh for his intrusion. “I can’t…hell—”

     Growling low in his throat, Tristan began to thrust against Josh harder and harder, the tip of his cock pushing inside inch by inch until he was buried to the root.

     “Hurry, T. I’m about to fucking die here.”

     Tristan chuckled, his hot breath fanning Josh’s throat as he leaned forward to place chaste kisses to his jaw. “Hold on tight.”

     He didn’t give Josh time to brace himself, however. On another deep growl, Tristan straightened up on his knees and began a hard punishing rhythm as he pounded into Josh from behind. The force of each perfectly angled thrust had both their breaths leaving them on harsh puffs.

     “So. Damn. Good. Fuck!”

     Josh nodded in agreement because words failed him. He could barely breathe, never mind talk. His jaw was too busy clenching down hard in pleasure to allow for anything else. He was so fucking close to losing it.

     “Tristan. Please.” White-hot heat suffused his entire body, the blood rushing to his ears and drowning out all other sounds in the room. “Please.” His cock throbbed deliciously. “Please.” His balls grew up tight, and his lower back tingled as he met Tristan’s thrust for thrust. “Please! I’m going to” Just as Josh was about to find his release, Tristan reached around to grip the base of his shaft, stilling them both as he leaned in close.

     “Never forget this moment, baby. Never forget that only I can do this for you. That nobody else will ever know you, or your body, this well. That only I can ever love you this much.” Josh cried out unintelligibly as he tried to thrust into his lover’s tight fist. “Tell me you understand. Tell me you love me as much as I do you, Joshua.”

     Popping his eyelids open, Josh turned his head to the side, his forehead meeting Tristan’s as they fought for breath. Why was Tristan saying this stuff? He knew what he meant to Josh, and vice versa. But right now Josh’s body was too eager for release to fixate on anything else.



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Tuesday, 12 September 2017

BETRAYAL; The Unrequited Trilogy #2

[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

BLURB:
Following the difficult trials leading to their newfound relationship, Tristan and Joshua thought things would get easier. They had fought their dark pasts together, and made a vow to never allow them to control their lives again. Now a whole new kind of complication has arrived to test their loyalty and trust. A sexy complication in the form of Logan Mclean.

Lust, lies, and emotions run rampant as the Scottish businessman wedges himself between the lovers. Have Tristan and Joshua truly laid the ghosts of their pasts to rest, or will they allow another’s desires to ruin everything? For in this ever-growing world of emotion, one step can lead to either complete happiness or an ultimate betrayal.






STORY EXCERPT:
      It had been over two weeks since Tristan Bailey had flown down to Ohio to retrieve his man. A fortnight spent in his arms, naked and sweating. Joshua was insatiable. He left Tristan weak and breathless each and every time they had sex. The man knew how to make him beg, groan and cry out in pleasure. Joshua Malone was a demon. His wicked mouth, talent hands, and beautiful cock all used to fry Tristan’s brain cells and turn him into a needy puddle of lust. Damn, the things that man had done to him. Half of it should be illegal, yet Tristan could not get enough! Joshua was an addiction.

     Why just this morning the sexy bastard had introduced him to his brand new favorite game. Dirty would-you-rather. Who knew that depraving a childhood game could be so much fun? Each question asked had led to some serious admissions of dark fantasies, which led to hot and heavy fondling, which eventually led to a few rounds of who-can-fuck-the-hardest! Tristan groaned internally at the memory of Joshua bent over the edge of the bed, pert ass in the air as he fisted the lush rug, desperately trying to keep himself steady as Tristan fucked that gorgeously tight ass of him.

     “Mr. Bailey?” Skye’s sugary voice pulled him from his sordid thoughts. The expression on her beautiful face telling him she was not amused. “What do you think about Mr. Mclean’s proposal?” She motioned across the table with her eyes, the threat of a slow death in them obvious. What was she so annoyed about?

     With a frown Tristan turned back toward the man in question. He was staring at him with an amused glint in his eyes. “Are ye back with us, Tristan?” The rough Scottish brogue went straight to his groin stirring emotions in him that Tristan easily ignored. The guy was good looking. Tall, dark and mysterious with wavy chestnut hair and green eyes. He had broad shoulders and a tight body which was emphasized by the cut of his grey suit. The wry smirk on his luscious lips alluring. Normally Tristan would have been all about seducing the gorgeous scot, but now that he had Joshua all else paled in comparison. Joshua owned him body and soul, and Tristan would never do anything to jeopardize that. So Logan’s sex appeal dropped from a ten to non-existent.

     “Forgive me. I think I returned to work too soon following my accident.” Rubbing the nape of his neck Tristan glanced from Logan to Skye, offering the latter an apologetic smile. Damn, he really needed to get his head in the game. How many more times today did he have to space out before his lovely assistant slapped him, hard? Glancing at Mclean, he smirked arrogantly. “Do you mind if we reschedule?” Skye rolled her eyes knowingly, yet nodded as she began to pack away her notes.

     Logan, however, looked less pleased. “Ye know I’ve tae be back home in two days’ time. After that you’d be coming tae Arran tae see me.” He arched one dark brow, his thickly lashed eyes never leaving Tristan’s face as he waited on a reply.

     Fucking hell, he forgot all about Logan’s time restraint on this business trip. The man told them repeatedly that the deal would need to be carried out quickly as he needed to return home as soon as possible. Asking him to remain another day was rude, but Tristan couldn’t seem to make himself care. He was selfish where Joshua was concerned, and as a businessman Logan should be used to these kinds of delays. “How about the same time tomorrow. I promise to have you at the airport on time.” Tristan prayed the scot would agree, for there was no way in hell he was going to leave Joshua’s side for any length of time to go to Arran. Just being at the fucking office was murder.

     Logan eyed him for a long uncomfortable minute, those murky green eyes scanned his face for something, but Tristan didn’t know what. “Will the celebratory meal continue as planned tonight?” Tristan nodded once, he had totally forgotten about that damn meal. There would be no delaying that, so hopefully Joshua would be free to attend with him. “Okay, same time tomorrow then. You’d better be here and ready tae do this, Bailey. See you later tonight.” Without another word he stood and walked from the room, his silent assistant tight on his heels.

     Heaving a sigh, Tristan sank back into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. What was wrong with him? There was nothing stopping them from signing the contracts now, except his libido that is. “Logan wait!” But it was too late, the doors had closed and the two men were boarding the elevator. “Fuck sake! What is wrong with me?” Groaning Tristan collapsed back into his chair. He was just waiting on Skye to give him an earful, but it didn’t come. Prying one eye open cautiously he chanced her wrath. Yet instead of the harpy he feared seeing, he found himself frowning at the smile curving her black painted lips. “Ah, to be in love. How does it feel, boss man?”

     Tristan closed his eyes again, ignoring her and earning a smack to the forehead. “Hey! That’s classed as abuse in the workplace. A sackable offense I may add, Miss Thompson.” He drawled as he fixed his eyes on his assistant. It didn’t faze her in the slightest, however.

     “What-to-the-ever, old man, now spill. Tell me all about your sexy soldier.” Tristan chuckled at her outburst as he sat up straighter, a fond smile curving his lips as thoughts of his Joshua drifted through his mind. “Where to start?”




ADULT EXCERPT:
     Joshua sighed contently as he held him tight. “Damn, T, I have missed you.” At those words Tristan fused their mouths together in a hard kiss, it was almost desperate. All he wanted to do was feel, taste, and smell his lover. He wanted to drown in the man he loved and forget everything else that had happened over the past few days. Tristan never wanted to think of Logan ever again, especially now that he was back where he belonged; in Joshua’s arms. As if sensing his thoughts Joshua held him tighter, deepening their kiss as he walked them backwards into the sitting-room. Tristan went willingly, stumbling over whatever was on the floor until the backs of his legs hit the couch. Not once did they break their kiss as they took the time to relearn each other’s bodies. Peeling away clothing to caress smooth warm flesh.

     Tristan groaned into his lover’s mouth, their tongues dueling for supremacy as the kiss became more heated. It felt divine. A balm which soothed his anxious mind. He never wanted to keep anything from Joshua, yet he feared losing him over what had happened between him and Mclean. Considering his past, it would be difficult for his man to think on anything else, and that was something Tristan could never fault him for. He should stop this and tell him the truth, yet he was a selfish bastard, and as Joshua tugged him tighter into his embrace Tristan pushed those horrid thoughts aside and lost himself in sensation. Kissing his lover fiercely he groaned and gasped, their teeth clashing as they devoured each other. He wanted to taste every inch of this man before him, and would have done so if Joshua had not broken the kiss to drop to his knees.

     Tristan watched on bated breath as his zipper was lowered to release his stiff rod, his shaft clasped gently in a sure grip. He loved it when Joshua treated him to one of his amazing blowjobs, but right now all he could think about was either being buried balls deep within his man’s tight ass, or vice versa. “Damn, baby, no! I just want-” his words died in his throat as the hot cavern of Joshua’s mouth engulfed his cock completely. His lust fogged mind urging him to relax and enjoy. Tristan grunted, reaching for his lover’s head as he began a slow roll of his hips. “So good, Joshua! Always so damn-” Pleasure shot through his shaft and balls as blunt teeth caught the swollen head of his cock teasingly. Glancing down at his man he smirked at the challenging glint in his blue eyes. “You are so fucking hot, baby. I love seeing your greedy lips wrapped around my cock.” At his husked words Joshua sucked hard, his lover’s cheeks hollowing as he done so. “Dammit!”

     Joshua teased him with that wicked tongue, massaging the underside of his shaft before pulling back completely. Tristan was about to voice a complaint when the base of his cock was gripped hard. Joshua smirked up at him, stroking his throbbing rod before sucking one of his balls into his talented mouth. The way he worked him had Tristan thrusting forward harder than before, the ruddy head of his cock caressing his man’s cheek.

     “You always taste so damn good, T.” Joshua purred in that sexy deep voice of his as he once again took Tristan into his mouth. It felt amazing, the slick glide of his lover’s hot lips and tongue as he suckled gently. His deft fingers reaching up to squeeze and massage Tristan’s damp sac before easing down to probe his puckered hole. It was too much.

     “Ah fuck, baby. Don’t tease me.” On a groan Tristan arched backward against those eager fingers, tightening his grip on Joshua’s hair as the tip of one finger breached his ass. Panting hard he let his head roll back against his shoulder, his body heating as his man continued to lave and suck his hard cock. He couldn’t take any more, if he didn’t stop it now he would come in that welcoming mouth. “Baby, please, I can’t-” Tristan grunted as blunt teeth scraped the underside of his shaft once more, sending a shudder throughout his entire body. “Fucking hell!” Grabbing his man’s shoulders he pulled him to his feet and captured his lips in a fierce kiss. Joshua chuckled against his mouth, his large hands trailing up Tristan’s back to cup the nape of his neck possessively. Taking control once more he spun Tristan around, then pushed him forward to kneel on the arm of the couch.

     “I’m going to drive you wild before giving you what you want, T. I’m going to fucking savor you.” Joshua’s voice grew thicker with every lust coated word he spoke, his warm calloused hands caressing Tristan’s naked back and ass as he parted his cheeks slowly. Anticipation had Tristan mewling like a horny housewife as he waited for what he knew was coming next, and on the initial contact of his man’s hot tongue on his puckered hole, he jerked off his perch on the couch. Joshua growled low in his throat as he gripped Tristan’s hips hard and forced him back into position, his tongue delving deep instantly. Tristan cried out, fisting the couch cushions as his lover kept his word and drove him insane. He fucked him with fingers and tongue, stroking his shaft in the same languorous rhythm, making him ache deliciously.



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Friday, 8 September 2017

DENIAL; The Unrequited Trilogy #1

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

BLURB:
Tristan Bailey is a man who never takes no for an answer in anything he does or wants. Life treats him good as the CEO of his own airline, and one of New York's finest bachelors. Men and women alike fall at his feet, the world opens to him without complaint. There isn't much he desires. Until he lays eyes on Joshua, that is.

Death has become a living nightmare for Joshua Malone. No matter what he does, a past riveted with pain and destruction follows him and forces him to make life decisions he would rather not. Josh never wanted to be reminded of the heartache that loving someone could bring, but he finds himself struggling to deny Tristan's advances.


Two different worlds collide in a heated meeting of longing and lust. Can the inner fears of one be laid to rest by the newfound love for the other, or will they both be denied?






STORY EXCERPT:
     Tristan hated these goddamn fucking social events. So much so that he hadn’t even bothered to ask what this one was in aid of. It was bad enough that he had to organize the damn thing, never mind attend it. Why he even had to was beyond him. He was only the CEO of Bailey Airline after all, no one of great importance. Taking a deep breath, he put on his happy facade, huge shit-eating grin in place, and finally allowed his introduction to be made. Head held high, Tristan Bailey descended the grand staircase into the ballroom below, every pair of eyes in the room on him. All he had to do was welcome everyone and praise the charity. Then he could leave.

     As he stepped up onto the podium the crowd cheered. Lights flashed wildly as the photographers called out his name, vying for attention. Giving them what they wanted, Tristan kept the fake smile securely in place. Preening some for their enjoyment as he winked at the cougars in attendance in order to curry their favors. He preened some for their enjoyment and winked at the cougars in attendance to curry their favors. Fuck, he hated that whorish behavior, yet it was expected of him. Finally getting serious, he addressed the room. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It is an honor to have you all here tonight on this special occasion. I do so hope you are ready to spend a ridiculous amount of money. After all, it is for a good cause.” Tristan grinned wider as everyone clapped.

     As the sound of his assistant’s sweet voice came over his earpiece Tristan smiled fondly. “Okay, Mr. Bailey, repeat after me.” The girl was a life-saver. His rock.

     “When I was asked to host this fundraising event tonight I jumped at the chance. I mean, who wouldn’t want to participate and help out such an amazing cause?” As the crowd erupted in another round of cheers, Tristan gripped the ledge on the podium stand. “The AWAN Project was founded in order to raise awareness and empower wounded warriors. Veterans of wars past. Men and women who have risked their lives in order to save millions. Without their aid we may very well be living in a different world right now.” Tristan straightened his spine before inclining his head in the direction of Mr. Thompson, a veteran of the Vietnam war. “I think it is about time we recognized this, and in turn do whatever we can in order to repay their kindness. Their sacrifices. No matter how small.” Somewhere toward the back of the room someone whistled and clapped. “Hopefully tonight’s auction will raise enough money to help those men and women who need it. Don’t be shy now, ladies and gentlemen. It is for a great cause after all.”

     With another of his world-famous grins Tristan winked at one of the female reporters before stepping down from the podium. Such fickle people, fawning and swooning over his money. None of them were truly interested in the man he was, or the real reasons for this function in the first place. It was all about the size of a person’s bank account, nothing more, and it was the main reason he hated doing these damn events. With a sigh, Tristan tucked his left hand into his pants pocket and made his way across the room to the bar, avoiding all conversation. He only needed to spend a half hour at the most pretending to be interested, then he could leave.

     Rapping the top of the bar, he called for the barman’s attention. “JD and coke please, and make it a double.” Nodding once, the barman went to retrieve the drink, returning quickly with the amber liquid and cold coke from the fridge. When the younger man returned with the drink and placed it on the bar, Tristan said his thanks before finding a quiet table to sit down at. Thirty minutes and then he could leave again. That was it, thirty minutes, his support would be given and witnessed by all. Glancing around the room his eyes began to roam the crowd of people in attendance. He smiled and nodded when appropriate, praying that no-one would come to speak to him. He hated this. Still lacking interest he surveyed the main entrance of the room, and when Tristan’s eyes landed on the tall blond standing by the staircase his heart stopped. One word came to mind. Mine. A sudden unfamiliar surge of possession wrecked his body, leaving him shaken. He had to introduce himself. He needed to know who that was. Rising from his seat, he quickly made his way toward the beautiful blond.

     “Yo, Bailey! How goes it, my man?”

     At the sound of his cousin’s voice Tristan stilled momentarily. He loved his cousin, he truly did, but the guy had a habit of getting him into trouble. The one and only reason he tended to avoid him. “Callum, how are you, cousin? It’s been a while.”

     With a snort the slightly shorter, dark-haired man replied. “You’re telling me. Two fucking years now. If I didn’t know how much of a damn weirdo you are I would think you were avoiding my ass.” Walking over, Callum grabbed him up in a big bear hug. The guy was huge, and freakishly strong, always had been. With a laugh, Tristan smacked him on the arm, growling to be released as the hired photographers for the nights fundraising event started snapping pictures. It wasn’t as if people didn’t know who the man embracing him was. They knew every goddamn detail of Tristan’s life. He just preferred to keep some things private.

     “Let me go, asshat. This will be all over the damn internet tomorrow.” Smirking, Tristan nudged his cousin in the back. Callum dropped him with a laugh, causing Tristan to lose his footing. The grin on the other man’s face said he’d done it on purpose. The fucker. Tristan glared as he smoothed his jacket back into place before turning in the direction of the staircase, cursing at the realization that he had lost the blond.



ADULT EXCERPT:
     “Fucking hell you taste so damn good.” Growling low in his throat, Josh devoured Tristan. His resolve was completely gone. He wanted this man with a fierceness he never felt in his life before. Not even with Awan. Grunting, he slipped his hands into Tristan’s jacket, shoving it off his shoulders before dragging it off his arms. As it tumbled to the floor Josh claimed Tristan’s mouth again, delving his tongue into the warm cavern to duel with his own. Tristan groaned, his hands clenching and unclenching where they gripped Josh’s biceps.

     “Touch me. I know you want to. Touch me, Tristan.” Josh was startled by the desperation lacing his voice, but it didn’t stop him. He tore away Tristan’s clothes, exposing smooth pale skin. Not an inch of it marred by even a blemish. He was so fucking beautiful. Gripping Tristan’s shoulders Josh pushed him down onto the seat, following him over to place kisses to his collar bone and chest.

     “Joshua. I—” Tristan’s words died on a moan as Josh captured one of his beaded nipples between his teeth, tugging lightly as his big hands roamed over Tristan’s finely muscled stomach. He arched and pleaded with Josh to take more, and he did. Reaching for the buttons on his pants, Josh slowly released Tristan’s cock. It was thick and ruddy, the bulbous head shining temptingly in the low light overhead.

     “I’m going to taste you as you’ve tasted me in the past.” Without wasting another second Josh descended and wrapped his mouth around Tristan’s cock, stroking the pulsing shaft as he teased the head with blunt teeth. Josh moaned at the salty taste of him, at the way the thick vein throbbed against his tongue on the upward stroke. It had been so long since he had done anything like this, and he was glad he held out until Tristan walked into his life. He couldn’t see himself doing this with anyone else.

     “Joshua. Damn baby. So fucking good.” Tristan chanted his name over and over again, tugging on his hair and arching beneath him with every slide of his mouth along his cock. It made him feel good knowing he could elicit this kind of reaction from Tristan. “Don’t stop! Fuck you, never stop.” Joshua groped and massaged Tristan’s balls, head bobbing up and down on his shaft. That thick delicious cock jerked and kicked in his mouth, the salty tang of cum coating his tongue. He could tell Tristan was close, and he didn’t want him to come like this. Pulling away he kissed a hot trail up over Tristan’s stomach and chest, reclaiming his mouth in a hard melding of lips.

     “I want you. I can’t wait to get home.” Josh pushed Tristan’s pants down off his hips. “I don’t want our first time to be in the back of a damn car, but I can’t seem to stop myself.” Tristan groaned long and loud, forcing Josh’s mouth back to his for a slow sensual kiss that seemed to last a lifetime. They melted into each other, their movements unrushed as they tasted and savored, memorizing every delicious inch of the other’s perfect mouth. Tristan’s breath fanned Josh’s face, warming his flesh just as much as Tristan’s attentions had warmed his heart. It was a kiss which rocked his world and stole his breath, changing him forever, ruining Josh for all others.

     When Tristan pulled away Josh’s head had cooled some, his breathing evening out as he leisurely ground his confined cock against Tristan’s. “There’s a hotel nearby. I own it. We could go there.” Tristan panted, sweat beading on his brow as he stared up at Josh.

     “Okay, good. Let’s go there. I need to be inside you and I can’t wait any longer.”

     Tristan hit the button on his armrest. “Stephen, take us to the Orchid.” No sooner had he released the button than Josh was on him again. His lust-addled mind urged him to fuck the guy here and now. Hard and fast. Josh’s cock jerked in response, his skin felt tight and his blood heated as he kissed and licked Tristan’s smooth hairless chest. His emotions were warring inside of him. He wanted Tristan, but thoughts of Awan and his past threatened to destroy his need for the man beneath him. It was killing him having to choose, but as Tristan groaned his mind cleared some and he knew what path he would take. He would have Tristan tonight.

     When the car stopped it took everything in him to release Tristan. They were both panting hard, eyes never leaving the other as they righted their clothes. Without a word Tristan climbed from the car, Josh’s hand grasped tightly in his own. They walked through the main foyer of the hotel and straight into the elevator. Tristan removed a key from his back pocket and shoved it into the control panel. The twenty-first floor lit up as the elevator started.

     “Tristan, why am I standing here alone?” Josh smirked as startled eyes met his own. Clutching the front of his wrinkled shirt Josh tugged Tristan back into his arms, flush against his chest. Their foreheads met. The sound of their combined panted breaths the only sound in the small compartment. Feeling braver than before Josh wrapped Tristan in a tight embrace, his hands roaming down over that tight ass to grip it firmly. “You have no idea how hard I’ve been fighting this, but no more. Tonight, your ass is mine, Bailey.” The last was said on a groan as Tristan moved the last few centimeters to bring their lips back together. They took their time with this kiss, exploring one another’s mouths, suckling on lips and tongues as their hands caressed and fondled. When the elevator came to a stop Joshua walked Tristan backward out of it, not even taking notice of their surroundings as he pinned the guy to the nearest wall.



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