Friday, April 11, 2014

Spring Fling Bloghop!

Hello Lovelies!

Today is a wonderful Friday for prizes, don't you think? As per usual, I'm posting late because I'm me and my apologies to those who showed up ahead of time and didn't find my post! :) However, I hope that I'll make it up to you by giving you three ebooks of either my past releases or my upcoming releases. Leave a comment below telling me why you love manlove with your email address and I'll pick a winner at the end of the hop. :)  Also, be sure to click the author's below to go enter into their equally fabulous contests and of course the raffelcopter where Hennesse Andrews is giving away her grand prize!

SO, I guess since I have you here, I should entertain you. So here is a never before seen excerpt from my upcoming release Forever's End as well as a link to my release Bound by Discretion which is on preorder now. I hope you all have a fabulous manlove weekend!

Now Available for Preorder
Adlor comes from a race of beings who are bound by their silence. Extremely secretive, Grey Men don't allow outsiders any information about them, including their names. He has served as a household servant with
his siblings since he left his homeland years ago and was completely happy with that service until his master acquired a human through the lottery who had no concept of personal boundaries.

Falling in love with an alien was never in his life plan but Eric isn't one who fights his fate. He never really thought violating cultural boundaries would be life changing until he gets knocked up by his new alien lover and finds out that navigating Adlor’s culture might be way more complicated than he originally thought. Adlor isn't like any man he's ever known but his many secrets may get them both into a lot more trouble than his unexpected pregnancy before he learns how to be bound by discretion.

Forever's End [Coming soon!]

Ander Moore is a shifter who doesn’t belong in a world full of vampires, but desire keeps pulling him toward
their king. Unlucky for him, the closer he gets to the deadly world of the royals, the more Ander struggles to keep his lust a secret.

The Blood King, Rowan Klaus, has ruled as the vampire king for centuries. He has loved and lost and sworn to never love again, a conviction that doesn’t come easy when he sees Ander. Determined to keep the shifter at arms’ length, he never expects the Royal Gala to end with Ander in his bed.

Not everyone is pleased that a Silver Blood and the vampire king are engaged in a passionate tryst. Their growing affections lead them down a dangerous path where enemies circle closer and the burden of the crown becomes ever heavier. Happily ever after may come at a steeper price than either man is willing to pay to reach Forever’s End.

 When Rowan Klaus walked into a room, everyone’s head turned. His presence held a hint of intrigue and excitement that could simply not be ignored. Everyone felt drawn to him, and Ander Moore was no different. He wanted him in a way that was unlike anything else he’d ever felt. Ander just wished he had the courage to tell Rowan that. Or hell, tell him anything, but their worlds were as different as night and day. Rowan was a pure-blooded vampire who ruled over the kingdom of the Blood Moon God, and Ander was just one of the Elite—a guardsman in charge of protecting the royals who lived within the palace walls.

Ander watched Rowan toss his long black hair casually over his shoulder as he flashed a captivating smile. His piercing red eyes met Ander’s for the briefest of seconds before Rowan returned his attention back to his advisor.

Gods, what I wouldn’t give to feel that man’s touch. Ander felt his cheeks flush red with embarrassment at the thought, and he reluctantly tore his gaze away from Rowan.

“About time you joined us, silver blood. I didn’t know we paid you to daydream.” Ander grimaced at his commanding officer’s interruption. His ancestry hailed from the fallen eastern country, the Silver Moon Kingdom. It was a place that had been blessed by the wolf god, Lykos before the Last Great War. Now the kingdom was nothing more than a pile of rubble and the majority of the silver moon people who lived in the southern kingdom worked as servants to the native blood moon race of vampires.

The fact that Ander had made it as one of the Elite was something he owed to the pure bloods when they decided to sponsor his training and education at the local orphanage. But no matter how hard Ander tried to prove himself as an equal among blood moon vampires, the mark of the wolf still coursed through his veins, serving as a reminder of the dirtied blood that would always label him as an outsider here in the southlands.
A tic developed in Ander’s jaw as he met Thomas’s judgmental stare. “Sorry, Sir, it won’t happen again.”

Thomas’s prejudices should’ve been expected. Ander had been enduring them since he started his training. But, it was his commanding officer’s constant need to point out that he would never be like the others in his troop that stung more than the rest of the insults hurled at him on a daily basis and Ander didn’t know how much longer he could keep his temper in check.

Satisfied with Ander’s obedience, Thomas cocked his head to the side, a smug grin planted firmly on his face. “Good. Now get out of here before I write you up. Your shift is over.”

“Yes, Sir.” Ander headed back to the main office without so much as a glance at Thomas or his goons despite the whispered remarks and snide comments he heard as he passed by them.

“Hey, don’t let them get to you. If it wasn’t your heritage, it’d be something else.” Vance slapped him on the back as he rounded the doorway.

Ander shrugged his friend’s hand off as he let out the breath he’d been holding. “Yeah, but at least it’d be something I could change. I can’t help that I was born a silver moon. Believe me, if I could, I would.”

Vance’s brows drew together. “Don’t say that, man. You should be proud of where you come from even if it is silver blood that runs through your veins.”

“It’s kind of hard to be proud when you don’t know much about your past. All I know is it sucks now and that’s all that matters.” Ander pulled off his uniform and placed it in the laundry chute. “Besides, you have no room to talk, red blood. It’s not like Thomas is on your ass for being a different race.”

Vance just rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well being a vampire isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. At least your lineage
doesn’t require you to seduce your food every night.”

Ander raised an eyebrow at his companion before pulling on his favorite black shirt—the one with the blood moon royal family crest proudly displayed on his chest. “What? The bottled blood not doing it for you?”

Vance shook his head. “You know that stuff doesn’t taste anywhere near as good as the real thing, and I’m so freaking hungry right now.” Vance’s ruby eyes glowed in the dim lighting of the changing room as he spoke, and Ander could feel the vampire’s energy pulling on his senses, begging him to come near.

Vance took a dangerous step closer. Thanks to Ander’s heightened wolf instincts, he could hear the change in Vance’s heart rate and smell his pheromones as they surrounded him. Vance wasn’t kidding when he’d said he was hungry.

Ander stared back at the man in front of him, watching him as he struggled to get control over his primal instincts. “Come on, just a nibble,” Vance pleaded, but Ander refused to yield. One of the few perks of having silver blood was that he could resist most vampires. He pushed Vance away, interrupting his bloodlust long enough for Vance to come back to his senses.

“Hey look, I’m sorry, man.” Vance shook his head as though that would be enough to free him from his cravings.

“It’s all good. You don’t judge me when I get the urge to turn into a four-legged freak and go running through woods, so I think we’re even. Now come on, let’s go get you some food before your instincts kick in again.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Vance agreed as he grabbed his jacket. They both headed toward the center of the city, leaving behind Thomas and the other guardsmen. Ander didn’t want to waste another thought on their racial slurs or judgmental stares. He just wanted to have a good night, and he planned on starting it off as all good nights started, with lots and lots of alcohol.

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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Now Available for Preorder: Bound By Discretion

Bound by Discretion [Owned]
AVAILABLE: Saturday, April 12th
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, April 19th.
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, M/M, public exhibition, sex toys, HEA]
Adlor comes from a race of beings who are bound by their silence. Extremely secretive, Grey Men don't allow outsiders any information about them, including their names. He has served as a household servant with his siblings since he left his homeland years ago and was completely happy with that service until his master acquired a human through the lottery who had no concept of personal boundaries.
Falling in love with an alien was never in his life plan but Eric isn't one who fights his fate. He never really thought violating cultural boundaries would be life changing until he gets knocked up by his new alien lover and finds out that navigating Adlor’s culture might be way more complicated than he originally thought. Adlor isn't like any man he's ever known but his many secrets may get them both into a lot more trouble than his unexpected pregnancy before he learns how to be bound by discretion.


Adlor stared at the new human as he tended the bandage on his chest. It had been two weeks since the injury and the burn was already beginning to heal, but he let him fuss nonetheless. The attention felt unexpectedly nice.
You’re growing too fond of him, brother,” Icera said, his voice echoing through Adlor’s mind. “He belongs to the master.”
Adlor knew exactly who Eric belonged to. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help but be aware of the fact. Worse, he could not help but be aware that Eric was painfully human. Gray men did not allow outsiders into their lives, not even the ones they called master. Once they had been hunted because of their parasitic natures, and the unease of close companionship had persisted ever since. Occasionally, another species would carry their offspring, but even then, the gray men only let their child bearers know so much. To feel any level of affection beyond the gratitude they gave to the one who shared blood with them was seen as extraordinarily bizarre.
Adlor had always been weird.
“You have to keep a clean bandage on this,” Eric lectured, pushing his blond hair out of his face as he ran an antiseptic cloth over Adlor’s burn. “You don’t want to get it infected do you?”
“Your hair has grown,” Adlor murmured, unable to resist reaching out and toying with one of the vibrant gold locks. “Should I cut your hair as I do for the master and Trev?”
“Don’t change the subject, tall man,” Eric said, poking him in the chest.
He touched Adlor so casually, so often. It was like he was deliberately teasing him, though Adlor knew that the human’s olfactory senses wouldn’t allow him to smell his arousal. The touch had unsettled the nest at first, leading to conversations on whether Eric staying with their host was a good idea. However, their concerns had been laid to rest when Eric had proved to be just as loyal to the house as Yanai’s Trev was.
Now they were traveling back to Tannaran, their home planet, far away from Earth’s blue skies and hostile atmosphere. It was a decision the gray men had been glad Yanai had made, but now there was little hope to escape the growing arousal Adlor felt for Eric. This ship was only so big, and Eric had a penchant for wanting companionship almost from rise to sleep.
“How are you sleeping, little one?” Adlor asked as Eric went back to his task of securing the bandage. When last they’d spoken, Eric had been complaining of insomnia. For a moment, Adlor marveled over their contrasting fleshes, Eric’s tan and sun-kissed, Adlor’s light gray and marble-like. It was lovely.
Eric smiled at him, revealing his blunt, white teeth. “Much better after you gave me that stuff. Thank you.”
“The medication is a household item. There is no need to thank me.” Despite how good it makes me feel.
Adlor,” Icera warned.
Stop hovering, Icera. I’m not going to molest him,” he snapped. Sometimes he hated being part of a nest. The five of them worked as a unit and almost always were on the same frequency. Their psychic connection enabled them to communicate with anyone they had a blood connection to, their Master Yanai included. The closeness kept them from feeling so isolated from the main hive that ran under the Tannaran cities. However, when he wanted to keep his own council, it was infuriating.
You are dangerously close to doing just that,” Nysol piped up. “If Yanai should find you touching his other human, he would not be pleased.
Only because he doesn’t understand our ways.” Adlor was fairly confident that Yanai would allow his courtship if he thought it were mutual. Unfortunately, their Tannara master was under the mistaken impression that gray men were not sexual beings. He was so very wrong. They just didn’t mate or breed within their nest, which was a good thing considering he was related to all four of his nestlings.
He’s an outsider, Adlor. There is no reason to take him as a companion,” Tursul, the oldest, chimed in. “When we return to Tannaran, go seek the underground and pick out a mate from the hives.”
Adlor wrinkled his nose at the thought. He had no desire to pick one of his own kind and pass on his genetic material just because he felt an ache for a human. For a brief instant he pictured the two of them together, Eric’s skin pressed against his own as he begged Adlor to fill him with seed. He shuddered, arousal permeating the air that much more heavily.
Eric secured the bandage on Adlor’s chest before stroking the unmarred flesh to the left of it. “You’re so sweet to me, tall man.” The nickname was as cute as it was accurate. Adlor was the tallest out of the nest. “I wish you’d tell me your name.”
“We don’t have names,” Adlor lied. They were forbidden to tell outsiders anything about their kind, even their names.
Eric rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”
He’d long since learned that meant his human disagreed rather than agreed with him. Knowing Eric, he wouldn’t let it go. “What would you call me, Eric? Give me a name if it so important to you.”
Eric smirked. “Tall Man until you tell me otherwise.”


Adlor felt like purring under Eric’s passion-filled gaze. As small as Eric was, he would have to prepare Eric properly. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his human.
He sat down amongst the pillows and patted the place next to him. “Come. I want to touch you.”
Eric obeyed him immediately. As he sat down, he reached for Adlor’s prick, wrapping both hands around him. Adlor hissed at the unexpected touch, his head falling back as pleasure swamped him.
World below, his hands. Beautiful hands. He gulped. His kind didn’t explore like this. His kind only touched as much as needed and then satisfied the breeding urge. This was so intimate. At least it felt that way.
He jumped as Eric wrapped his mouth around the tip of his prick. His mind blanked as he struggled to think past the warm, wet pleasure that was assaulting his body. “Eric, that feels—” He groaned, unable to keep the noise in check as Eric did something with his tongue that would have blown the minds of any pleasure planet resident in the system. “World below!”
Eric’s hand slid down his prick and toyed with the muscular appendages at the base, stroking each one in turn. He shuddered, orgasm threatening to swamp him. He clamped hard on the impulse. There was no way he would spill in Eric’s mouth like a newling with his first taste of pleasure. His lower appendages tightened, straining his prick toward Eric’s mouth in an effort to gain a deeper penetration.
The flat top of his tongue stroked the glands on either side of his double slits. “You’re sexy, Adlor.” He looked so smug, so pleased with himself. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”
“Your gratitude is a little overwhelming,” Adlor admitted, burrowing his hands in Eric’s mop of blond hair and guiding his pretty mouth back to his prick.
Eric chuckled. “Want it?”
“Yes,” Adlor growled. He’d never had another’s mouth before.
His intended closed his eyes and went back to his task, lapping the plum head alternately with suckling him as deep as he could. Adlor made noises he was almost certain he’d never made before as he was assaulted by pleasure. He would have to make his lover stop soon. There was no way he could last much longer.
He squeezed the back of Eric’s neck. “Enough, Eric. I wish to be inside you.” He needed to be inside him if he were honest with himself.
Eric popped off his cock with a final lick, his lips swollen from the attention he’d been giving him. He smiled up at him before flopping down on his back and spreading his legs. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Likewise, little one.” Adlor grabbed the lotion and squirted a reasonable amount onto his fingers. He’d educated himself on human anatomy when he’d first been kissed by Eric, but the practice was something he had no experience with.
He pressed his fingers to the tight entrance he found at the apex of his thighs. Eric panted, spreading his thighs wider. Adlor carefully slicked his hole, stretching the muscle with a steadiness that belied his internal impatience and already dripping cock.
“You’re so tight,” Adlor said, worrying that his body wouldn’t fit. “Stroke yourself.”
Eric obeyed, reaching between his spread thighs to grip his dick. He groaned at the action. “Adlor!”
He loved the sound of his name on his lover’s lips. Four of his thick fingers spread his lover wide. It would still be a stretch, but hopefully it wouldn’t be painful for him. Humans were so fragile. Injuries that would take his kind minutes to heal took days or weeks for them.
“I’m ready,” Eric panted. “Come on, Adlor. I’m not a virgin. Fuck me.”
The word “virgin” didn’t translate, but he got the gist. Eric wasn’t fragile and needed, too. Adlor applied a liberal amount to his cock before pulling his fingers free. A slight tremor infused his muscles as he came between his lover’s thighs. He wanted to please Eric.
Eric rhythmically squeezed his nipples between thumb and forefinger while continuing to stare up at Adlor. “Adlor.” It was a plea for mercy.
He tightened his appendages at his base to steady his cock before pressing it to Eric’s tight rosette. Eric caught his bottom lip between his teeth, and an expression of equal pleasure and discomfort lingered on his face.
“We don’t have to do this.” As much as his dick would protest, he would not do something that would harm his human.
“If you stop, I’m going to chop it off,” Eric threatened, leveling a sexy little glare at him. He’d never found a lover threatening him sexy before, but he certainly did right at that second.
He pressed forward, pushing his cock against his lover’s entrance.
“Oh fuck,” Eric gasped, his eyes squeezing shut.
Adlor’s teeth ground together. “Is that a good expression?”
He would’ve chuckled had the ability to breathe still been present for him. His hips jerked forward of their own accord, sinking down several inches. There was no way that he would be able to go all the way to the hilt, but Eric could take most of him.
Sweat trickled down his spine with the effort not to move too quickly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d broken a sweat. The scent of his lust-filled pheromones filled the air, and Eric gasped. He must’ve been slightly more aware of the scents in the air than Adlor originally given him credit for, even if it was subconscious.
Halfway inside he stilled. Eric squirmed on the end of his cock, rolling his hips to move his body against Adlor. “Ready?”
“Yes!” Eric keened.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Now Available, Upcoming, & Sales!

Hello All! 
I thought I'd drop a note and let everyone know that Cold Calling [Deadzone 3] is now available to purchase
on :) It is on a special 10% discount until April 5th so I encourage you to pick up a copy while the sale lasts!

Another sale is happening over on Amazon. Ravyn's Blood [Ravyn Warriors 1] is on sale for only .99 cents. If you've been curious about this series and haven't yet picked up a copy, now is your chance to get it for a steal. 

I am finally getting back into the swing after a brief break for the holidays at the end of last year and I have some AWESOME projects coming up that I can encourage you to check out including a joint series with Gabrielle Evans called The Forgotten which includes curses, shifters, and a whole lot of manlove. Our books will release together in May. Cry Wolf & Grin and Bear It are a lot of fun and I hope everyone is going to like them! Click the title of the book for more info.  

Also, the next and final (at least for now) book in the Owned series will be available in April. If you enjoy the same sort of urban fantasy that I love writing, you might fancy Forever's End [Enthralled 1]. You can find info on all these upcoming releases on my website by clicking the link HERE.

So what's coming up? Well, I have committed to finishing up the series with Gabrielle Evans and I have another two books to give her before I can get to anything else. I'm loving the series so I hope you all will as well. After that I will be wide open to play with all the other series that I have been putting off in the mean time. I have a very, very long list of series that I'm getting back to writing on. I wish there were three of me. I would be golden then!  

"Do you HEAR what's she's saying, Madigan?
She's putting us off AGAIN! Where's heaven's wrath
when you need it?"
Finally, I know everyone is asking about the angels and when Angelic Ending will finally get here. >.> I am behind so I am sorry that I haven't gotten to it yet. I cross my heart that I will get to it just as soon as I catch up on all the projects I've currently immersed myself in. Pity the author, please, and have a bit of patience. The angels are giving me a hard time about it already! 

As always, thank you guys for supporting my crazy ideas and series. :) I hope you enjoy!!


Thursday, March 27, 2014

Please Welcome the Fabulous Zayne Michaels! :)

Hard Habits
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Entering the small bar on the side of the highway, Remy didn’t harbor high expectations for the night, not until he notices the most gorgeous man in the place checking him out from across the room. Casual hookups in
dark alleys aren’t his style, but he knows he’d be a fool to pass up such an opportunity.
From the moment the blond beauty stepped into the room, Colt had to have him, even if just for the night. Their parking lot tryst gets off to a sizzling start, especially when Colt realizes the barfly enjoys a firmer hand. It’s just a one night stand, though. What does it matter if he can’t remember the man’s name?
Unfortunately for him, it matters a lot to Remy, and Colt’s one-time fling is about to become much more than he expected.

Unfortunately, before he could reach the door, his toe caught on the leg of a barstool, and he stumbled a couple of steps before finding his balance. If that hadn’t been embarrassing enough, his misstep didn’t go unnoticed, either. Before he could make his getaway, the man he’d been drooling over for half an hour appeared in front of him, smirking as though he knew a secret but wouldn’t share.
“Whoa, easy.” He placed his massive hand in the center of Remy’s chest to stop him. “Do you have a ride? ’Cause I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.”
“No, I’m fine. I only had a beer, half a second one, and some foo-foo drink.” His heart beat too fast, and he felt a little lightheaded, but it didn’t have anything to do with the alcohol he’d consumed. “I’m okay, really. Thank you.”
“Maybe I should drive you home, just in case.”
“No, no, thank you.” He tried to sidestep, but the guy moved with him, cutting off his exit. “I promise I’m not drunk.”
“I believe you.” The cocky grin that stretched his lips only made Remy’s heart beat faster and his dick throb to the point of pain. “Maybe I just wanted to get you on your knees in the back of my truck.”
His eyes rounded, and the air whooshed out of his lungs in a sharp gasp. “I…I…” Remy didn’t know what to say, so he snapped his lips closed to stop his stammering.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Stepping closer, crowding against him, the guy insinuated a hand between them and cupped Remy’s erection through his jeans. “I’ll take this as a firm yes.”
Remy’s heart crawled up into his throat, cutting off any reply he might have offered. Those deep, dark eyes mesmerized him, holding him captive to his own lust. Still unable to form intelligible words, he licked his lips and nodded toward the exit. He didn’t typically engage in one night stands or clandestine encounters in the back alley, and while they’d flirted some, he honestly hadn’t thought the guy was that interested.
Opportunities like this didn’t present themselves often, though, not in Remy’s experience, and he’d be an idiot to pretend he didn’t want it. So he said nothing as he was led by the elbow to the exit.
“I…” he croaked. Then he cleared his throat and added some bass to his voice in an attempt to sound more confident than he felt. “I still don’t know your name.”
“Does it matter?”
Remy shrugged. “I guess not.” He’d likely never see the guy again, so no, it didn’t really matter.
Neither of them spoke again as they hurried across the litter-strewn asphalt to the shadowy recess in the back corner of the parking lot. Approaching the jacked up Ford 4x4, his mysterious bar hookup swung him around, pushing him roughly against the side of the truck and pinning him in place with his muscled body.
Large, callused hands slid beneath the hem of his shirt and scraped along the expanse of his stomach to the waistband of his jeans. “Colton,” the guy growled in his ear. “You can call me Colt.” Then his mouth crashed down on Remy’s with heat and hunger.
Remy’s body lit up like the Las Vegas strip, and he opened readily, allowing Colt to thrust his tongue between his parted lips. The man didn’t just kiss, he consumed, and each confident stroke of his tongue over Remy’s felt like a promise of things to come. When the top button of his jeans popped open and Colt reached inside the denim to grasp Remy’s rigid cock, his world tilted on its axis and started to spin.
“I’ve never done anything like this.”
“It’s easy,” Colt teased. “I’ll show you.”
“I meant hooking up in a parking lot.”
“I know.” He scraped his teeth down the side of Remy’s neck and licked a wet path back up to his earlobe. “You talk too much.”
In the next heartbeat, Remy found himself pushed to his knees on the hard asphalt, staring up at Colt while his heart pounded painfully against his sternum. Though he anticipated what would happen next, the hard set of Colt’s jaw and the dominance in his stance still sent a ripple of electricity down his spine.

Zayne Michaels is a small-town girl who grew up and ran off to the big city. She currently resides in the Midwest where she spends her days dreaming up dark, sexy adventures in between soccer games and the never-ending pile of laundry.

Zayne's fascination with old and discarded treasures has always been a source of inspiration for her tales. From antique clocks to old, dilapidated houses, her imagination turns to the what ifs and what used to bes. 
Maybe this love for the abandoned is why she is a firm advocate of second chances, or perhaps she's just a little crazy. Whatever the reason, Zayne believes everyone chooses their own path, creates their own destiny, and is the author of their own story.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Now available for Preorder- Cold Calling

After a hard mission in the wilds, Brooklyn Tanner is finally ready to pursue his longtime crush. However, ever since Daniel kissed him he's avoided Brook like he’s the plague. A little matchmaking by Brook’s parents might bring them into contact again, but it will take all of Brook's considerable charms to convince Daniel that he wants forever with him.

Daniel McCarthy has been in love with Brook since they were kids, but he is everything Brooklyn isn’t. He's short, chubby, and the most adventurous thing he does in life is pick out something new from a takeout menu. Little does he know that Brook is far more persistent than he gave him credit for.

As their courtship heats up and they finally begin the relationship they've both always wanted, life once again throws them a curve ball with zombie-filled training yards, secret government facilities, and a new level of infection that neither of them may survive.

Brook cursed as he tried to reach for the cup of water the nurses had brought him and failed miserably. Of course they put it on the side of the bed with his broken fucking arm. He glared at the call button on his bed. They’d probably take forever getting here unless he unplugged his heart monitor again. Fuckers.
He resented his dads for sticking him in an overnight suite “just in case.” He was fine. They’d already set his arm, stitched his cheek, and cleared him to leave. There was no reason why he should be stuck hooked up to an IV until morning. Just because the mission had gone south and he’d sustained a few injuries didn’t mean they could lock him up in a hospital.
A soft knock on the door interrupted his internal tirade against his fathers, the hospital staff, and the uncomfortable bed.
“Come in!” he yelled. If it was that snotty nurse what’s-his-name he was going to give him a piece of his mind. He probably set the tray on his right side on purpose.
The know-it-all nurse wasn’t the one to open the door. Brook’s heart skipped a beat when Daniel came through the door carrying orange flowers of some kind. “Hi,” Daniel greeted, shifting nervously from foot to foot. “I thought you could use some company.”
He’d known Daniel McCarthy since he was an elementary school kid and had liked him just as long. He was a sweet guy, a cherub as Andrew Ainsley had aptly named him. With a cute round face and a round little bubble butt, Daniel was a wet dream walking.
“If it’s your company, I definitely could,” Brook said, giving Daniel his best come-hither smile.
Daniel was always so nervous when they were together, like he couldn’t believe Brook would have any interest in him whatsoever. He was so incredibly wrong it wasn’t even humorous. He’d give his left nut for a naked tango with Daniel. However, he couldn’t figure out a way to get him to realize that. The last time Brook had invited him over for drinks, the guy had cancelled on him.
Daniel gave him a shaky smile. “Cool.” He lifted up the orange blossoms. “Flowers. Uh, the gift shop said these shouldn’t bother your allergies.”
Brook nodded. “They’re good-looking flowers from a good-looking guy.” He winked as Daniel’s face caught on fire. You’re so damn cute. “I appreciate you taking my allergies into account.”
“N–No problem.” Daniel busied himself with arranging the flowers in the vase by the sink, and silence descended, the only thing between them were the things left unsaid.
“You really saved my ass on mission. If I hadn’t had your eyes, I don’t know if we would’ve made it.” Brook wasn’t exaggerating in the least bit. The retrieval mission of the Deadzone sponsored runner, Andrew Ainsley, had gone wrong almost from the start. Daniel’s navigation around zombie hoards had been necessary for Brook’s survival.
“I’m sure you would’ve been okay without me,” Daniel mumbled, walking over to the table and picking up his water before offering it and a straw for Brook to drink. He always underestimated his worth. The man was priceless.
Brook took a grateful sip of his drink. “I wouldn’t have,” he said when he finished.
“Um, Brook?”
“I’m sorry I stood you up for drinks at your place.”
Brook’s eyebrows crept higher. “Me, too.” Where was this going?
Without warning, Daniel leaned forward and kissed him. Brook groaned and immediately opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, welcoming the tentative touch of Daniel’s tongue. With his good hand, Brook reached up and threaded his hand through Daniel’s mop of light-brown hair. His pretty gray eyes were at half-mast as their kiss stretched on, but Brook recognized the heat in them.
“I was so scared you were going to die before I could do that,” Daniel whispered against their joined lips.
Brook licked Daniel’s bottom lip. “You can kiss me anytime you want, Daniel. Any. Fucking. Time.” Tomorrow he and Daniel were going to go on a real date. He was done trying to be subtle. He sucked at it anyway.
Daniel jerked back suddenly. “Oh my God. I didn’t come in here for that.” His face was twelve shades of red. “I’m so sorry. You’re recovering. I’ll, uh, I gotta go.”
He whipped around so quickly that Brook was pretty sure that Daniel would give himself whiplash.
“Wait! We’re not done here,” Brook said, desperation clawing its way into his chest. He didn’t want Daniel to run away again. “I want to be with you.”
Daniel paused, turned. “What could someone like you ever want with someone like me?” he asked, sounding completely bewildered.
“You’re kidding right? Daniel, you’re so fucking hot. I think about you all the time.” Well, that sounded shallow as fuck. “I mean, you’re really cool, too. I just want to date you.” Wow, I trip over my tongue extraordinarily.
“You don’t have to make fun of me,” Daniel whispered, looking hurt. “You don’t have to tell me I’m hot if you want sex. You could have anyone.”
Brook blinked. Were we even having the same conversation?
“I’m not. I really like you.”
Daniel shook his head, denying it. “Stop it, Brooklyn. It isn’t nice.”
Brook snorted. “What are we, six? Get over here and talk to me properly.”
“I can’t.”
The man practically ran from the room. Brook stared at his retreating back completely confused. How had everything gotten fucked up so quickly over a damn kiss?
Daniel whimpered and obeyed, jerking his dick with a desperate motion, his eyes wild. His toes curled as their eyes locked and cum fountained over his pistoning fist. His moan of completion was cut short as he bit into his bottom lip.
Brook groaned. “God, look at you, sexy boy. You make me so hard I could fuck through solid wood.” He climbed onto the bed, snagging a tissue from the tissue box on the nightstand.
Daniel squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.” He jumped as Brook mopped him up a bit.
“No way. I’m flattered. Want me bad, huh?” Sentences were hard when he was this turned on but he somehow managed.
Daniel nodded, not opening his eyes.
Brook pinched his naked thigh. “I want your eyes, babe.”
Slowly, Daniel opened up. “Why?”
“Because I want you to see how much I want you.” Brook took Daniel’s hand and brought it to his hard cock. His lover’s fist tightened, eliciting a sound of want. “That’s it, babe. My body is all yours. You can explore all you want.”
“You’re gorgeous,” Daniel panted, running his other hand down Brook’s chest.
Brook resisted the urge to preen but barely. He’d never been prouder of his body than he was when Daniel was staring at him like he was a Greek god come to life.
He stayed still, submitting to Daniel’s touch even though his body screamed at him for more stimulation. He tossed the soiled tissue to the floor. He nearly swallowed his tongue as Daniel stroked him in earnest. He wanted to come buried in Daniel’s soft body, needed it.
Reaching down and putting a restraining hand on Daniel’s wrist, he shot him an apologetic smile. “Won’t last if you do that, babe. I want to be naked and inside you if we’re going to do this properly. I’ve waited too long for this to have it be over so quickly.”
“You still want to do me?”
“More than anything.” He didn’t know how else to show his sincerity. If Daniel didn’t believe his pre-cum dripping cock he wasn’t going to believe anything.
Daniel smiled. “Okay. Under the covers then.”
He laughed, he couldn’t help it. Though he knew that this was the “traditional” position, he’d never done it this way. Quirky, like his Daniel. Brook had no qualms in saying that he found different very, very attractive.
They shuffled a little bit to get under the covers, and Brook had a nice chuckle over finding Daniel’s ticklish spots as they rolled underneath the satin sheets. He reclaimed his beautiful boy’s lips, kissing him breathless all over again. When he reached for the hem of Daniel’s shirt, he let Brook pull it free.
Brook kissed down his neck, nibbling his collarbone as he went. Daniel shifted, allowing him greater access. Brook traced his curves first with hands and then with his tongue. Daniel wasn’t ripped like the other agents he saw regularly in the shower. He was soft and padded in all the right places.
“Brook!” Daniel gasped as Brook reached the pebbled peaks of his nipples.
Oh someone was sensitive. He nibbled a little harder, making Daniel groan. He switched to the other nipple and sucked. Daniel’s dick stirred against him again, and he gave a dark chuckle of satisfaction. Daniel’s reaction to him could make Brook really arrogant, really quickly.
He trailed his fingers over his slightly rounded stomach. His skin was incredibly soft.
“Hm, lube and condom gel are on the nightstand,” Daniel hinted not so subtly.
“Not yet. I’m exploring.”
Daniel huffed, but Brook didn’t think he was really complaining.
As his tongue passed over Daniel’s stomach, the hint of Daniel’s release saturated his senses. He licked harder, looking for another taste. The lovely little happy trail, the same light-brown as Daniel’s hair, provided a path for him to follow.
“No! Oh God!” Daniel yelped, threading his hands through Brook’s short hair. “Brook, you don’t have—”
“I want to,” Brook murmured against his flesh. “Though if you hand me the lube, I’d be a very grateful man.”
It took some fumbling on Daniel’s part, but he managed to grab the bottle and hand it over while Brook finished kissing his way down to the already rigid length Daniel was sporting. He wrapped his lips around Daniel’s cock with a growl of satisfaction, shouldering his way between Daniel’s spread thighs for a more comfortable position.
It was hot under the sheets, but as much as he wanted to throw them off and see Daniel in his full glory, he left the covers on for Daniel’s sake. He wanted his lover to enjoy every second of this.
Brook stretched him slowly, widening his passage with carefully lubed fingers. More pre-cum poured over his tongue as he sank one finger deep into Daniel’s hole, and the whimper that issued from Daniel’s throat urged him on. He bobbed his head, his own cock so hard he was pretty sure that when Daniel touched him he was going to lose his mind.
“Brook, please!” Daniel’s plea didn’t fall on deaf ears. Brook fingered him one last time, making sure Daniel wouldn’t be hurt in the process, and then pulled his fingers free.
He surged up Daniel’s prone body, his cock tightening at the promise of gratification. He reached for the condom gel and wasted no time in smoothing it over his dick. Almost instantly it solidified into a protective sheath.
“Want you really bad, Danny boy,” Brook admitted, spreading his lover’s thighs slightly wider.
“Need you,” Daniel whispered in return.