Cord is into shaving, finding it an intimate act, especially how a sub really needs to trust him to let him near his face and neck with a very sharp straight razor. Some years ago, Cord’s sub, Liam, left him, not willing to even try a full-body shave. Ever since, Cord’s been spending his Friday nights at the club, shaving subs for their Masters. It isn’t the same as having a boy of his own, but at least he gets to work his magic with the straight razor.

One evening, Liam unexpectedly sends Cord a drink, and Cord finds himself drawn to the back booth where his former sub is sitting. Cord never stopped caring for Liam, and now there’s something different about Liam, something intriguing.

Could this be a new beginning for Cord and Liam?

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I sit back in my booth, sipping at my margarita as I watch the action at the club. I’ve had a good evening. Three beards and two heads. The last sub, Dalton, was very grateful and making eyes at me, but I know that Vic has his sights on the boy and that bald head is going to make Dalton even more appealing to Vic.

I take another mouthful of the margarita, the lime and tequila perfect on my tongue. I’m relaxed and easy as I always am after an evening of shaving. I know it’s an odd fascination, but there’s something about baring a man, giving him nothing to hide behind that turns me on, makes me hot. And yes, brings me peace.


What I really want is a boy of my own, someone who will let me bare every single inch of skin. Someone who will let me expose them entirely. That trust would be…fucking amazing.

Last week, I had a pair who asked me to shave the sub’s hole. It had stunned me. The master had MS, hands shaking too badly to do it himself, but they trusted me. It had been mind blowing to be a part of that with them. Good for all three of us.

How’s your drink, Cord?” Cedric grins at me, interrupting my musings, and pushes another along my table. “This one’s from the guy who’s been watching you for days in the far back.”

Someone’s been watching me for days?” I haven’t noticed anyone watching. On the other hand, while I’m shaving, I tend to get pretty wrapped up in it—there’s a lot I wouldn’t notice.

I lean over, trying to get a look at my watcher. There’s a shadow in the back, but that’s it. Just a shadow. It has to be a sub—a master wouldn’t be so shy. I raise my glass in his direction and sit back. I don’t look in his direction again, although now I can sense him, watching me. Staring at me. It’s not exactly unnerving, but it certainly has messed with my Zen.

Do you want me to get rid of him?” Cedric is a good man and great bartender. He’s also a friend.

Nah. I won’t take another drink from him through you, though.” I will consider taking another one if it’s delivered in person, but I don’t play the kind of cat and mouse game this sub seems to be looking for. If he won’t even show himself, how am I to know if I’m interested or not?

You got it. What do you want me to tell the server to tell him?”

That if he wants something, he should come and ask for it.” That should be clear enough.

You got it.”

Thanks, Cedric.”

I relax back into my corner again and focus back on the subs I worked on earlier. I remember shaving the second sub’s head. The man had such an interestingly shaped skull… If he’d been mine, I would have traced it with my fingers, held it in my palms, stroked it, explored it.

A gentle touch to my elbow surprises me, and I come face to face with Gerry, one of the servers. “Sir? There’s a man in the back. He asked me to give you this.” He hands me a piece of paper, the handwriting surprisingly familiar.

The note says, You still look amazing. L.



My Liam.

My sub. My boy.

The one who got away, although maybe ran away would be more accurate. I asked too much of him, and he left me for it. Not because I’d asked, but because he’d believed it was something I needed, and he knew he couldn’t give it to me. I only needed him to try, for me.

But why is he here now, buying me drinks and sending me notes?

My eyes go to the back corner again. It’s him. I think it’s him. No, it is him.

I’m up and heading right for him without even thinking about it. He’s hiding in the corner, face down as he types on his phone. Is there even a real text, or is he just pretending to be unaware that I’m coming to him?

I sit down across from him, and he looks up, eyes as light blue and bright as ever.

And just like that it all comes rushing back. The need to shave him, head to toe and all points in between. The need to lay him bare before me. For him to give me that trust. I wanted it all, and I still do. I want to shave him bald; I want to take his eyebrows and his facial hair, so there is nowhere for him to hide.

My prick has gone hard as nails just at the thought of it, just at the sight of those beautiful eyes. Anyone who says the sub has no power in a Dom/sub relationship has obviously never been in one. Liam has and always has had, the most amazing power over me.

You do, you know.” He says it as if his note has started a conversation, and he is continuing it. “You’re still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

I shake my head because I have eyes, and he is right here in front of me. “Then you must never look in the mirror.”

I don’t.” Liam has a little beard, a moustache, hair curling around his ears.

My fingers itch to be holding my straight razor, to bare him for me right here and now. Has he grown the facial hair so that I have somewhere to begin?

I lick my lips. “Why are you here, Li?”

I still love you, and I can’t figure out how to live without you.”

The blunt words hit me like punches. They’re just like Liam, though. He thought he needed his hair to hide behind, but with it or without it, he has always been straightforward with me.

Liam sits there still, in a way he’s never been before, eyes on his beer that he hasn’t even touched.

So what are you going to do about it, boy?” I have to ask it—he’s the one who left me, after all.

Do any of the other boys mean anything to you?” He still isn’t looking at me, but he isn’t fidgeting, that lack of connection the only thing telling me how nervous he is at our meeting.

If any of them were special to me, I’d be sitting with them.” It’s the honest truth. I’ve had offers, plenty of them. But I have felt a special connection—the connection I’m looking for—with not one of them.

That’s fair.”

I am sitting with you.” I know my corollary is clear.

I miss you.” So sure, so calm—my Liam isn’t calm. He never was.

I’ve missed you, too.” Does this mean he wants to be together again? Does it mean he’s at least willing to try for me?

I won’t put words in his mouth; my heart can’t afford for me to make assumptions over what he’s doing here.

I don’t have anything else planned. I was just going to sit and watch again.” Again. He’s been here before, watching me shave.

I imagine I’m done for the night. There’s usually not much call for me after ten.” My shaving is more like a pre-show. The hardcore stuff tends to go down a little later in the evening, the lighter stuff earlier. We’re in the lull period between them.

Are you bare anywhere?” I need to know.

He shakes his head. “No. No, that was yours.”

Was?” It still is mine, if I’m reading him correctly. But again, I need him to be explicit about things. I want to hear from his mouth that he wants me, that he needs what only I can give him.

He clears his throat. “I mean, I couldn’t let anyone else touch me.”

At all?” Dare I hope? Has he been celibate since he left me?

At all.” He has.

I take a deep breath, my cock jerking against my pants. It’s more than I could have hoped for, but maybe what I’ve dreamed if I’m being very honest with myself. “That’s a long time to be without touch.”

I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time when you were the one I needed.”

My heart begins to pound at his words. “Then why didn’t you come see me sooner?” Why did he go in the first place? And is he really saying what I think he’s saying? Does he really want to come back? To me? To us?

I was ashamed. I was scared. I was stupid, prideful. Drunk. Take your pick.”

I chuckle—I can’t help it. “You’ve been drunk for more than three years?”

I just got out of rehab.”

Rehab? I look at the beer, but it hasn’t been touched. God, sitting in a bar has to be like penance, and he’s come back at least twice, if not more times.

I reach over and wrap my hand around his; I need the connection of touch. “I didn’t know.” Why didn’t I know he had a problem?

He meets my eyes, not hiding from me now. “I didn’t tell you.”

I squeeze his hand again. “Now I understand why you wouldn’t even try to let me bare you—you had secrets.” God, my boy. My strong, brave boy. It breaks my heart and makes me proud, all at once. He was hiding and now he’s come out into the light. “I have my razors with me, and the small stage is still empty. I could do something about all that fuzz on your face.” Any more than that is private, and we’ll do it at home. Oh, I want to show him off, shave him head to toe for everyone to see. But not the first time. Not the time I make him mine for good.

I take a deep breath and force myself to be calm; I might be getting ahead of myself. Of course, that’s what the offer of public shaving is for, isn’t it? To test the waters. To see if our desires have a meeting place, to see if he’s here because he wants to be mine, or if I’m only a stage in his healing.

If you want me, I’m yours.” There isn’t a single waver in his voice; he is speaking the truth.

I want you.” I have no doubts about that. I wanted him years ago; I still want him now. I nod toward the small stage. “You have five minutes to prepare and meet me there.”

Liam doesn’t reply in words, but he bobs his head, answers me in an almost forgotten gesture.

I give his hand one last squeeze and get up to get my kit, to get set up. Find the right mindset. At the moment, excitement is rolling through me. My Liam is here, wanting me. I can’t fucking believe it.

I grab my kit and ask Cedric for two tall glasses of water to be delivered to the small stage. Then I hand over my ceramic bowl. It’s all I can do to keep my hands from shaking, to keep the eagerness from bleeding through into my voice. “And I need this filled with hot water.”

Sure, man. You got another client?”

No. I have a Liam.”

Cedric’s eyes went wide. “Like your Liam?”

I grin, knowing it’s more than a little wild, but the excitement needs to leak out somewhere. “Yes. Exactly like that.”

Oh, man. Oh, I’ll get your water and keep my fingers crossed.” Cedric is a good friend indeed.

Thank you, Cedric, I appreciate that.” I can feel that I’m still smiling like a loon. I can’t help myself, though. I have missed Liam with a physical pain.

We have so much to discuss, so much to deal with. So many questions to answer. But first, we have this. I’ll shave his beard and his moustache away, reveal the pale lines I love so much.

And I know him; I know that he grew them for me, to give me a place to start. He’s developed patience in our time away from each other—an intensity—and he has returned with intent.

I make my way over to the little stage. It’s only a foot or so off the ground, and the chair I like to use is still there, waiting for Liam to sit. There’s a much grander stage near the center of the room, but here is where I like to ply my trade. Here is where I find a quiet peace while shaving men for their masters. Here is where Liam and I will begin to come together again.

Liam is perfectly on time, not a moment late, not a second early. He has his button up shirt off, just his undershirt and jeans on, his big blue eyes staring at me.

God, he looks good. He’s been working out—not bodybuilder working out or anything like that, but his muscles are well-defined, and he’s clearly fit. There isn’t an ounce of extra weight on him, and it pays testament to the new discipline he’s found in his life. A new discipline that has brought him back to me.

Smiling at him, I nod toward the chair. It is time.

His motions are steady, relaxed. This calm man fascinates me. He’s both achingly familiar and new, all at the same time.

I’m not going to let you hide secrets from me anymore. You understand that?” I’m going to bare him completely—and not just physically.

Liam nods once. “I understand.”

Good boy.”



This is the second time around for Master Simeon and Derek. The two men broke up a couple of months ago, but they just couldn’t entirely let go of each other.

Knowing there’s a strong connection between them, Simeon suggests a long weekend for them to try again - Four days, full on submission, exploring Derek’s need for service to be a large part of their relationship.

Can they make it work this time? Or will Monday evening find them going their separate ways once again?

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I am unaccountably nervous.

I suppose it’s a testament to how important this long weekend is. Derek and I are going to give it another go. We’ve only been apart about seven weeks and I knew the moment we decided to go our separate ways that I wanted him back. There’s just something about him that makes my heart beat faster, makes me want to be with him.


We hadn’t even gotten to the moving in stage yet. Hell, we’d only been seeing each other a couple of months when we called it quits. We never ignited that spark, but I’ll be goddamned if it wasn’t there, just waiting to be lit. Then last week we ran into each other on the street and he called me that night, a testament to the fact that I wasn’t the only one wishing things could have been different.

Maybe putting it all on four days isn’t fair, or maybe it’ll set a fire under our asses and force us to get to the heart of the matter.

The knock to my door is quiet, gentle. Tentative.

I take a breath and force myself to calm. I need to be confident. I need to trust my instincts. Both Derek and I see something in each other or we wouldn’t be back here, spending four days together. Nodding to myself, I answer the door.

Derek is right there, already blushing, green eyes so bright. He’s in clothes that are easily three sizes too big, bag in hand.

I wish he wouldn’t hide his body. It’s not like he’s a bodybuilder or anything, but he’s slender and he has nice shoulders and abs. And his ass...well. If I wasn’t attracted I wouldn’t have been with him in the first place. He has to know that. Or I have to make him realize it.

Smiling, I open the door wide and give him the universal ‘come on in’ gesture with my arm. Even though we dated for two months and had sex in my bed, he’d never stayed the night here. Nor I at his place. This is going to be a totally new experience for both of us – taking it to the next level as they say.

Simeon. Thank you for inviting me.”

Trust me, it’s my pleasure.” Reaching out, I cup Derek’s cheek. It’s warm, hot almost from that blush, and his skin is smooth. He’s not a terribly hairy guy, but he’s clearly shaved for me and I’m pleased. “Both our pleasures I hope.”

Yes, Sir.” He leans into my hand, resting against my touch for a moment.

The sir makes my heart beat a little faster.

Turning his head, he kisses my palm then straightens. “I brought my bag.”

Good boy. You know where my room is. I cleared the top drawer for you. Unpack and meet me back in the living room. You have five minutes.”

Following orders makes him happy. Him following them makes me happy. I know there’s more for us, but we might as well start with what we know works.

Yes, Sir.” Derek heads into my room, unpacking quickly. My sweet, baby boy.

I try and remember why we broke up. Oh yes, we didn’t think we had enough in common and neither of us thought fantastic sex should be the only reason to stay together. God, we’re stupid. It might not be the only thing keeping us together, but it was enough to keep going and find something else. Hell, I can invent ten or twelve.

I wait patiently—well, I’m impatient, but I don’t let it show—listening to some overtures for trombone. I don’t even bother noting the time—I’m pretty sure he’ll be less than the allotted five minutes. Derek is not into chastisement, that’s not his thing.

Which works for me—the twinks who push and act out for punishment never did turn my crank. You want a spanking? Fucking ask for it.

What Derek craves is activity, service, care. He never asks for it—I don’t know if he even realizes it, but thinking back to our time together, I can tell that’s what he needs.

Before long Derek is back, standing before me. I nod to him, waiting for him to go to his knees in front of me. He kneels, hiding in the baggy clothes and behind the fall of dark hair.

I take a breath and begin, knowing this will build the foundation of our weekend, hell possibly of our entire relationship. “We need to lay out the rules for the next four days. You may speak freely during this discussion.”

Yes, Sir.”

You’ll be naked indoors. There’s a half apron you can wear while cooking and cleaning.” My boy has nothing to be ashamed of. Not a single thing and I won’t have it. I will let him know how much I admire every part of him, both physical and not. “You will serve me this weekend. Cooking, cleaning, feeding me, giving me pleasure. Your care will bring us both peace.”

Derek doesn’t meet my eyes, simply nods.

You will sleep at the bottom of my bed, unless otherwise stated.” I’m pushing it this weekend, but I believe that’s what was missing when we were last together.

Do you even want me here?” he asks.

I don’t hesitate for even a second with my answer. “More than anything.”

Derek nods, sighing softly.

Talk to me, boy.” This isn’t going to work if we can’t be upfront with each other and I need him to be comfortable enough to express his needs.

I want you to want me here.” He sighs again then adds, “To like me.”

Derek, I do. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here. What makes you think I don’t want you here or like you?” Have I already blown it? Have I taken a wrong step somewhere?

I’m just... I feel like you’re acting like I’ve already fucked up.”

You don’t want rules?” I can’t believe that. “Would you prefer we just go free-form?” I hesitate to do so because that’s what led us to breaking up in the first place—just going with the flow.

I don’t know. I…I really need a hug. God, I’m a fuck up. No wonder.” He closed his mouth, his teeth clicking together then continues. “What other rules?”

Someone is so nervous it’s pouring off him. I open my arms. A hug is immanently doable. He pushes up and I hold him tight, wrap him close.

You belong right here, boy.” Above everything else, I want him to know that.

I just want to make you happy and be happy.”

I know. But us just being together without rules, without order, without service, that didn’t work last time, did it?” I just want to find the balance that keeps our boat rocking.

No. No, I’m just nervous,” he admits. “Super nervous.”

I know how to help relax you.”

Smiling I bring our lips together. Derek immediately opens up, melts against me. He tastes good. Like toothpaste and underneath that, there’s my boy. Salty and warm, with an unexpected sweetness. Better. Better.

I forget sometimes that I need to reassure him. It’s not so much that he’s new to this kind of thing, more that he lacks the confidence of a well-topped sub. I need to help him reach that place.

I grab the bottom of his shirt and begin to pull it up. I drag my fingernails along his skin.

No too big clothes,” I growl, repeating the rule regarding his nudity, making sure it sinks in.

It was something I couldn’t change in the time we were together, no matter how much I hinted that I wanted to see him in proper fitting clothes, no matter how much I told him he was sexy.

I strip him bare, his perfect body begging for attention. My hands are eager to give it and I touch him, feeling his little nipples harden under my touch. He arches for me, exhales, his entire expression relaxing.

Our mouths meet again and I push my tongue in, fucking his mouth. My boy submits beautifully, opening up to me.

Once every inch of him is bare to me, I explore it all, touching him everywhere. Better. I grin, hands dragging, and I continue with the rules.

Our third rule will be no cursing.”

Fourth, Sir.”

You’re right, it is the fourth.” I hadn’t been testing him, but I’m pleased he was paying close enough attention he caught my mistake. It tells me that it really was just nerves that made him hesitate, made him question whether I wanted him here or not.

I keep touching him, stroking his body so that he can feel the connection between us.

If there’s anything you want you need to ask me.” We Doms like to pretend we’re all seeing mind readers, but the truth is, we’re just pretty good at evaluating our subs and the best relationship I can have will be one where my lover isn’t afraid to share his needs, his fantasies.

Hell, I can probably figure out what Derek needs most of the time, but those fantasies—they aren’t always clear. We all like to keep that part of ourselves well-hidden. Derek needs to know all of him is safe with me. Every last inch and every single desire.

Yes, Sir. I just want to make this work.”

Me too. I’m pretty sure all that was missing before was proper communication and a deeper trust.”

Derek stares at me. “I tried, I swear I tried.”

I shake my head as I cup his face so he can’t look away. “It takes two to tango, and I was in no way blaming you.”

God, I love the way the air between us is charged, electric. The attraction was always there, but this intensity is new, deeper. This is what I was looking for, what we can build on.

I pull in a deep breath and I’m thrilled that he does, too, like he has to because we’re already that connected.

I hum for him, touch his lips, his ears, his eyelids. Everywhere on his face. I see him. I’m making sure to look this time, and to let him know that I am. By the time I’m done, he’s trembling, shaking in my arms.

His need is intoxicating, his cock hard for me now, begging for my attention. I’m not going to touch his prick, though. This will all be easier if he’s needing.

Anything else before we begin, boy?”

No, Sir. No. We haven’t begun?”

We’re setting ground rules before we begin.”

Okay.” He’s staring at me. I can read the trust there and I can see how much he wants me, too.

I’m ready and I know he is, too. “Then let’s begin right now.”

I take his mouth, start us off with a deep, hungry kiss. His lips open, easy as anything, beautiful and eager. I play with his tongue, sliding mine along it, tangling them together. I love how he tastes, how he feels. I know I’m going to love how he serves.


Royal Flush

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Three years ago, Royal played slave to Mike’s Master while working undercover in the leather community, and their relationship has never recovered. After a perp’s accusation of impropriety, Royal and Mike decide taking early retirement with a pension is easier than fighting false charges. Nursing his wounds in a bar, Royal’s interrupted by a man from his past, from the very time when things with Mike started disintegrating.

Big, bald, and tattooed, Bone is a piercer with confidence and attitude to spare. He can’t believe his luck, spotting Royal at the bar. Here’s Bone’s chance at the man he’s wanted since giving Royal a very intimate piercing for an undercover stint. “I bet you’re still wearing my ring,” he challenges Royal, hoping the man will not only take this bet, but the next one as well. In fact, Bone is betting their future happiness on it.

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Royal sat at the bar and watched the whiskey swirl in his glass, the ice cubes clinking together, the scent of the liquor like spoiled cologne.


This shit sucked, so hard.


Ten years of working on the force. Eight years of working homicide. Three years deep undercover. Shit, he was the bastard who had helped collar Newt Lansome, the Craft Killer, and it only took one bad collar. One asshole swearing Royal had fudged with evidence and he…


Resign and keep your pension, or you and your partner can both get eaten alive by the fucking IA bastards.

It figured he had enough feelings, stupid as they were, about Mike that he’d agreed to the deal. Hell, he thought Mike was probably tickled. They’d never recovered from their last heavy case… Sure, Mike had known Royal was gay, but the undercover case had slammed it home to Mike in a way Royal’s former partner had obviously not wanted to know.

Royal shook his head, knocked back the booze, hoping it would ease things a bit.

A shadow fell over him and a low sexy chuckle sounded. “I bet you’re still wearing my ring.”

What?” Surely no one was talking to him. Not here.

The guy leaned against the bar next to him, muscled body appearing, face coming into view. The guy was completely bald. There were about a dozen piercings in one ear, the other one empty. And tattoos… Royal could see a dragon’s head coming up over one shoulder, looking right at him from the dude’s neck.

I said I bet you’re still wearing my ring.”

Bone. The piercer. The fucking stud of a piercer who’d put a ring in Royal’s cock.

Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus.

Royal had been Collin then, and Mike had been Louis. Master Louis and his boy. Mike, who was the straightest man on earth, had been inadvertently fulfilling Royal’s dirtiest fantasies.


Jesus. Bone’s smile was wicked.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Royal’s cock and the ring embedded in the tip bobbed in his jeans.

Bone chuckled. “I’ll put money on it, man.”

Look, I don’t…” Royal didn’t look the same. He couldn’t. He had a beard now, hair shaggy and loose, and he wasn’t being the needy, kinky bottom boy.

A hundred bucks says I’m right. Two seconds in the men’s, and it’s yours if I’m barking up the wrong tree.” That wicked smile flashed again. “But I’m not.”

What do you want, man?” Royal couldn’t win that bet, so he wouldn’t take it.

He remembered watching Bone hold his cock, pierce it, slid the thick ring through his slit. Mike had thrown up afterward, just disgusted. Royal hadn’t thrown up, though. He hadn’t even wanted to.

You’re pricklier than I remember.”

Things have changed.” Royal had changed. The whole fucking world had changed.

You still on the job?” Bone had known. He’d been the one who’d told them what piercings a slave might have.

No.” Bone had been their source, had taught them how to behave. Royal hadn’t been sure Mike would ever look at him again.

So take the bet. We can change the terms. If you’re still wearing it, you give me a blow job; if you aren’t, I’ll give you one.”

Well, fuck. He just… Fuck. “How about double or nothing?”

Sure.” Bone grinned, the look wicked. “I bet you want to give me that blow job.”

And I bet you want to be on your knees for me. What’s the challenge?” He’d had just enough whiskey to be stupid.

You’re the one who wanted to go double or nothing. You name the challenge.”

Arm wrestling?”

Bone snorted, shook his head. “How about I bet I can make you come without touching you? I do it; you come be my slut for the weekend. I don’t… You get whatever you want.”

Whatever I want?” That was a pretty big fucking bet.

Bone looked him up and down, licked his lips. “Whatever you want.”

Okay.” He’d jacked off this morning, and shit, he wasn’t in that oh-do-me-now space, so yeah. Yeah. He could hang with this.

Bone held out his hand, and they shook.

Shit, the man’s hand was big. Hot. It had touched him, intimately. God, as soon as he got his blowjob, he was going home and hiding.

Bone let go slowly and signaled for a beer. “You want to do this here, or at a private booth?”

I drink here a lot, man. We’ll sit in the back.”

Lead the way. Your ass will be my inspiration.”

Royal snorted, grabbed his whiskey, and headed into the back. “What brings you in this dive, man?” He’d never seen Bone here before.

One big shoulder shrugged. “I had an urge.”

An urge.” Huh. The place was almost empty, only a few barflies hanging around.

Yep.” Bone lounged in the seat across from him. “I’ve learned to follow my instincts.”

You still working at the Needle and Pin?”

I am. You still get off on being on your knees for your master?”

No. No, that was only for the case. Just undercover work. I’m not on the force anymore.” And no one could know he got off on it. No one.

You already told me you weren’t on the job anymore. And no one who subs as well as you do was only doing it for a case.”

I was a good cop.” He wasn’t talking about this.

One of Bone’s eyebrows went up. “I never said you weren’t.”

Whatever. I’m not a sub. It was a job. Nothing personal.” Nothing real. Mike hadn’t once sprung wood. Not once.

It could be, though. It could be very personal.”

Royal’s cheeks heated, and he sipped at his whiskey. He wasn’t ever going there, not again.

Why are you pretending the thought doesn’t turn you on? Why do you fight it so hard?”

I’m not turned on.” Why the fuck would he be turned on? “Man, you don’t know me.”

No? I held your cock in my hand, Royal. I put a ring in the tip. I gave you accessories to go with it. Did you ever play with them? Once the ring was healed?”

How do you know my name?”

You signed the consent form, and you used your real name, not your undercover name. And I never forget a face. Or a prick.”

Fuck, Royal was off-balance, and he just wanted this done, just wanted Bone to suck him dry.

And yours is particularly beautiful. I wanted to know what it would taste like on my tongue. If your partner hadn’t been there, I’d have taken you down, taken the load you were so desperate to unload.”

His partner had been there, though, and the man hadn’t wanted him.

I wanted to see you, Royal, kneeling for me. Covered in my marks. Shaved for me.” Bone leaned in, stared at him. “Wearing my ink, my rings, hole filled and spread.”

Royal blinked, swallowed. Fuck.

I hated knowing that another man owned your submission, even if it wasn’t real. I wanted it to be real with me.”

It wasn’t real.” He wasn’t into that, not for real. Only for the job.

It could be. You could be tied spread eagle to my bed, a ring around your prick, mine in your mouth, fucking your lips.” Bone’s voice was low and growly, husky.

Royal shook his head, but Bone went on. “You could be cuffed to my chair while I fuck your cock, while I pierce your nipples. Naked and bound in the corner of the shop, my own sweet little pain slut, your cock chained to a ring on the floor.”

Oh, fuck. He slammed back his drink. Focus. Focus.

Oh, you like that idea, do you? You should have played with the accessories I gave you. You should have put the plug in your slit, the one that attaches to the ring. You should have come back and gotten a ladder, begged me to slowly slide the bars into your cock.”

It wasn’t going to happen. No way. He shifted in his seat.


Pushy Bottom

Darren Black has been watching beautiful, aloof sub Nikolai for some time. Nic is the pushiest bottom he’s ever seen. Doms don’t stick with him for long, but Darren plans on being the one who does.

After spending a night together in one intense scene after another, Darren introduces Nic to the pleasures of waking up with a lover.

Could Darren be the one to claim Nic?

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He’s so fucking pushy.

I’ve never met a bottom who pushes as much as he does. I’ve been watching him for weeks as he wraps one Top after another around his little finger. He’s broken more than one. None of them can handle him. None of them are me.

He’s also stunning. His long, dark hair is a stark contrast to his pale skin. He takes marks beautifully, but he never takes many before he’s whining and complaining. He doesn’t safeword; he doesn’t have to. As I say, I’ve been watching, and tonight, I’ll make my move.


The Winter Meadow is filling up, and I’m on my second Coke. I don’t drink the hard stuff when I plan to play.

Nikolai is across the room, in the midst of a group of twinks, holding court. There’s something about the dark eyes, the grace, that makes a man’s mouth dry, makes him a little crazy.

I put my Coke down and slowly make my way toward him, my focus narrowing.

He’s telling a story, pure drama and charm, the twinks all laughing. They grow quiet as I draw near. All of them but Nikolai. Those dark eyes look me up and down, black eyeliner making them look even bigger.

I hate to admit it, even just to myself, but he does it for me.

I stare back, not letting this pushy man get to me—he’s a bottom and I’m a Top, and I’m not going to let him forget it. He tries to stare me down, tries to back me down. Instead, I take a couple steps forward.

Several of the twinks surrounding Nikolai slip away.

Master Black? Can I help you with anything?” Kane, one of the more experienced subs who has been writing something on a notebook looks up at me, smiles.

No, thank you, Kane.” I spare a smile for Kane then go back to looking at Nikolai, one of my eyebrows going up as I wait for him to acknowledge me.

The man’s teeth worry the thin bottom lip, pierced tongue flicking out. “Hey, Master Black. How’s it going?”

Good. And how are you doing, boy?”

Great. Just giving our boy Kane here a little hell. He’s going to school. Doing homework.”

And that deserves hell?”

Nic shrugs, nudging Kane with one shoulder, and it suits me to the bone that the contact seems playful, fond, not mean at all. I want to play, but I won’t abide bullying assholes. “After he teased me for a month about my job, absolutely.”

Kane sticks his tongue out at Nic and Nic grabs it, tugs. That playful charm is what draws everyone to Nic. It’s also how he escapes trouble.

Would you like to share a drink with me? When you’re done tongue-tying your friend, that is.”

Me? Sure.” Nic looks a little confused. “I can always use a little lubrication.”

Excellent.” I turn and get the attention of Royu, the bartender, and indicate a refill for myself and one for Nic. Royu will know what the lovely man is drinking tonight.

Royu nods and winks, and Nic’s lips twist. Such a moveable feast, that mouth.

You’ve never stopped to talk to me before.”

No, I haven’t.” I could just come out and tell him what I want, offer my proposal to take him on as a sub, but I want to see if he will ask, and if he does, what he will ask.


Nicky! Nicky, come dance with us?” Two little twinks bebop up, wrap around Nic, kissing his cheek.

God, he’s sexy. Beautiful.

I answer for him. “Maybe later, boys. He’s having a drink with me.”

Oh. Oh! Sorry, Master.” They are a slinky pair, rubbing together, seductive. And they make an excellent foil for Nikolai. Perhaps one day I’ll do a scene with all three of them.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. “It’s fine, boys. You didn’t know.”

Nic looks at them. “We’ll goof off later. Maybe play Spin the Bottle.”

Maybe. Don’t bank on it, though, boys.” I give them a wink then turn my attention back to Nikolai.

He looks at me, obviously curious, but doesn’t ask.

Royu brings our drinks—my Coke and his…

What the hell is that?”

Nic grins. “A flaming Dr. Pepper.” He blows the flame out with a puff.

I have to laugh. He’s a showy, beautiful, pushy boy.

Nic shoots the drink back, long throat working. “Thanks for that. Love the burn.”

Do you really?” If he does, why does he always work his way out of hard scenes with cries and whimpers and those puppy dog eyes? I want to know. No. I need to know.

Huh?” Those huge dark eyes meet mine.

You said you love the burn. Do you?”

Sure. That’s why I drink them.”

I wasn’t talking about the drink, boy.”

I get a look. “I’m no one’s boy.”

Don’t you want to be?” Surely, he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t, but his actions don’t seem to agree.

He shrugs. “What does it matter? Do you want to play or what?”

I do want to play. I should warn you though, Nikolai. I’m interested in far more than just playing.” A pushy boy like him needs someone full-time—someone who won’t be scared away by the fact he needs a strong hand.

We’ll see. I’m not the long-term type.”

No, Nikolai pushes everyone away. I have seen him do it again and again, but he hasn’t pushed me away yet. “I need your safeword, Nikolai.”

Camel.” At my look, he shrugs. “It’s what I smoke.”

It’s a filthy habit.” I tuck away the safeword in the back of my mind. I won’t forget it.

Maybe. Addictions are entertaining.”

Can be entertaining. Some are dangerous and deadly.”

That’s cool. I’m easy.” And glib. And fierce. And, I think, scared.

I touch his cheek, letting my fingers linger on the smooth skin. It’s warm, which surprises me, because he looks like he’d be cool to the touch, like porcelain.

Heat stirs in my belly, in my balls. And I keep stroking; it’s not a sudden and sharp electricity. It’s something much deeper, a warmth that grows between us. A tension full of promise.


Pony Play

Jack’s life is typical—typical barely-there boyfriend, typical shitty job, typical tiny apartment in the city. But when Jack is dropped off at Wellbrooke Pony Farm in the middle of nowhere, his life goes from typical to interesting in two seconds flat. A handsome groom named Daniel teaches Jack that it’s okay to want more, to be cared for, and that sometimes, a city boy just needs to be stabled.

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Billy? Billy, what is this place?”

Billy and I have been together for a year, off and on, playing all sorts of games, but this…this is something new.

We’re standing at a farm—beautiful grounds, barns, a lovely home with a huge porch. I’m not sure why Billy brought me here, why we drove for four hours outside of the city to this bucolic place. I’m not a country mouse, not at all, and neither is Bill. Hell, to be honest, I thought Billy was going to break up with me today. I know he’s interested in someone else, and lately, I’m just not that into him.


But that’s not what happened. We’re at this…farm.

I…I have a friend that told me about it. I thought… I think you’ll find what you need here, Jack.”

What I need?” What the hell?

We both know I haven’t been giving you what you need, not deep down necessary need.”

I don’t know what you’re talking about. What the fuck is this place?”

It’s your home for two weeks. Your vacation. Your fantasy.”

Two weeks? That’s my whole vacation from the office. I hadn’t asked for it off. I hadn’t talked to my manager.

Everything’s been cleared at your work. I’ll go in and water your plants and stuff. You’re good to go.”

I am not going to just… You can’t just leave me here!”

A huge hand lands on my shoulder, solid and hot. “Jack? I’ll be your groom for your stay with us.”

Groom? What? I don’t understand…” I don’t understand any of this. I didn’t even pack a bag.

Billy turns to me. “I arranged this for you, Jack. Trust me, okay? If it doesn’t make you happy, I’ll eat my hat.”

Trust you? You bring me out here and say, ‘See you in two weeks?’”

Billy starts walking away. Just walking to the car.

The hand on my shoulder turns me, and, whoa, this guy is a stud. Tall, muscled, wearing a pair of tight riding pants, a tight turtleneck, and a riding jacket in a variety of browns. His square jaw and blue eyes are mesmerizing.

Forget him. These two weeks are about your journey.”

I don’t have my phone charger, a toothbrush. I can’t just… I don’t know where I am!”

You’re at the Wellbrooke Pony Farm, and I am Master Daniel, your groom.”

Pony farm? Me? I’m a city kid. I don’t ride.”

Daniel smiles. “You really don’t know why you’re here, do you?” My arm is taken, put on Daniel’s, and he leads me toward the barns. “Do you know what a safeword is?”

I… Yes? Yes, I… My ride is leaving.”

He’s not taking you back, boy. You should stay and at least see what I can do for you.” Daniel’s voice is deep and husky, like the best kind of whiskey.

I don’t understand. I don’t understand any of this. I don’t understand why I keep walking.

I’ll need your safeword before we go into the barns.”

Marigold. Why? I don’t…I don’t know you. I can’t do this.”

Marigold. Got it. And you don’t even know what you’re doing yet.” That voice is soothing, like Daniel is calming me.

My eyes aren’t focusing, my heart is pounding, and I’m fucking wigged the hell out.

Daniel turns me again, so we’re facing each other, one hand cupping my cheek, the other stroking along my arm. “Take a breath.”

I’m scared.”

I’m here to take care of you, colt. To teach you and help you find your place.”

M-m-my name is Jack.”

Oh, you are nervous.” Daniel leans in and kisses me, his lips warm and soft as they cover mine.

I suck in a breath and realize he tastes sweet, minty. Good.

I’m kissing a stranger.

The kiss stops briefly as he takes a breath and breathes the air into my lungs. I can’t believe that I’m standing here, breathing this in. Doing this.

His tongue slips between my lips, sliding in to taste me. His huge hands move over me, stroking along my spine. That touch is hypnotic, and I find myself leaning into it.

Such a good colt. So sweet.” The words vibrate on my lips, make me shiver a little.

He leans his forehead against mine, and it takes me a few moments to realize I’m breathing with him, following his lead without even thinking about it.

Good colt. Good boy. I’m here to make this good, for you.”

I don’t even know what that means.

I understand from your registration that you’ve never done this before.” Daniel has put my hand back on his arm and is leading me toward the barns again. We’re headed for one of the smaller ones.

I don’t know what this is.” Billy has just deserted me.

Daniel opens the door to the barn for me. “Pony play.”

Pony play.

There are no horses in the barn. It doesn’t even smell like a barn. I just shake my head, my eyes closing. Billy got into my computer. That’s the only answer. I’d been surfing and…it’s fascinating, erotic as fuck, but not real.

It can’t be real.

Daniel’s fingers slide along my cheek, warm and gentle. “I’m your groom for the next two weeks, and you’re my colt.”

This isn’t real.” I’m going to shake apart.

It doesn’t get any realer than this, colt.”

He leads me in, and I want to run, I want to, but I keep coming.

This will be your stable.” He opens a stall door, and there’s a small bed on the floor, bridles, saddles and…and tails hanging along the wall.

Stable.” I blink, my brain on tilt. Tails. There are tails with fat plugs on the end. Boots. Crops and whips, too.

It’s… I don’t have the words.

Those huge hands keep touching me, smoothing down my arms.

Along with your safeword, I need a safe gesture for when you can’t speak.”

A safe gesture? Like what?” Are we discussing this? Really?

Like a sharp cut of the air, a thumbs down…”

How do the words “sharp cut of the air” sound so intimidating?

If you can’t decide on one now, we’ll revisit it once we get to the bits.”

My brain shorts out. Daniel draws me into my…stall? We go to the cot, and he pulls me down to sit on it.

We’ll start with getting you naked.”

I sit there like an idiot, staring as he opens my shirt, opens my buttons, bares me. He smiles as he sees my double pierced nipples, nods as if he’s pleased.

They’ll take reins beautifully.”

I should go home before I make a mistake.”

Going home would be a mistake.”

He slides a finger along my breastbone, right down to my navel.

I didn’t ask for this.” Oh, God. Oh, God.

But you want it.” His hand drops to my package.

What…” I stand up, my heart fluttering, about to bolt.

Daniel stands with me, hands sliding on my skin, gentling me. “You’re hard, colt.”


He opens my jeans, smoothes them down over my hips.

He’s right—I’m hard. My cock pushes against my underwear as if trying to get his attention.

What lovely lines. Your man, he told me you have a cock piercing.”

He’s not my man.”

Daniel’s nostrils flare. “You’re unattached then?”

I’m too… It doesn’t matter.” I’m obviously too out there for a normal man, right?

I asked you a question, colt. So, the answer must matter.”

I’m not with anyone.” Billy left me here. It’s over.

A little voice in the back of my head whispers, It was over months ago.

Good.” Daniel looks like he really means that. His thumb slides across my bottom lip. “That makes me happy.”

This soft sound tears out of me, weird and wild.

He looks pleased about that as well, and for the longest moment, we stand there, staring at each other. Then he tugs my underwear off, and I’m completely naked before him.

I cover my cock with my cupped hands, the piercing at the tip tapping my arm.

His eyes drag slowly along my body, and he reaches for the ring in my prick.

It’s thick, solid, and I play with it a lot, tug it, make myself feel it. Billy hated it.

Oh, it’s a real ring. Not one of those barely there skinny ones that are mostly for show.”

It’s solid.” Am I standing here naked? Discussing this? Seriously?

He touches it, moves it through my prick. His fingers are on me, bumping the head of my cock.

I shouldn’t…” Fuck, I want to, though. I want someone to touch it other than me.

You shouldn’t what, colt?” He tugs on the ring, pulling it.

I go up on tiptoe, rock slightly. “Let you touch.”

Oh, colt, there’s no ‘letting’ about it. I’m the groom here. You’re the pony.”



For a year, Blake has been working toward making love with his Master, Archer. You name it they’ve done it, except for that one act. Tonight, the waiting is over. Blake is naked, prepared, and waiting for his Master to take him.

When his Master arrives and finds Blake might have gone too far in preparing himself, though, a punishment of six plugs is given before Blake can have what he so desperately wants.

Will the night end the way he’s been dreaming and bring Blake and Archer closer together, or will one thing not lead to another?

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I want him.

I’ve been waiting for the fine son of a bitch to make up his fucking mind that I’m ready, that I can take his fat, hard cock and ride him like I’ve been begging to for months.

No,” he said, again and again and again. “When you’re ready.”


I’ve sucked him off, let him tie me in ropes that left marks for days, let him shave every inch of my body, let him fuck me with latex of every shape, but he never touches that most secret part of me, not with his body. Today, though, he told me to clean myself—inside and out—to bend over the arm of the couch and wait for him.

So, I’m waiting.

I can feel the air of the room on my ass and my legs, and my cock is leaking, dripping. Thank God I thought to bring a towel with me, so I didn’t stain his upholstery.

I want his cock inside me. Slamming into me. Making me scream. Making me come and stretch and…

Hold your cheeks apart, boy.” His voice is like a whip, snapping across my skin.

Yes. Yes, Sir.”

My face is smashed against the cushions as I reach back, my muscles jerking and stretching as I obey him. Fuck, my glutes are rock hard, like I’ve been pumping iron for hours instead of standing here, open and needy like a whore.

His finger trails along the outside of my crease, a wicked tease. “Are you slick for me, boy?”

Yes, Sir.”

The sudden pop of his fingers makes me jerk. “Did you finger-fuck yourself? Did you push those fingers into your needy hole without permission?”


Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

He’d told me to be ready. I had to touch to do that, right?



His fingers tangle in my hair, jerk my head back, and his voice is a low growl in my ear. “Is that an answer or a question?”

An… an answer, Sir.”

Excellent. I’m going to have to punish you, you know that, don’t you?”

A long, black riding crop is set on the sofa, along with a huge tube of lube and six plugs. They start small then get bigger and bigger, and I swear the last one is nearly the size of a fist.

There’s no way.

No way.

I…” I let go of my ass cheeks, move to stand up, and his hand lands in-between my shoulder blades.

You’re better trained than that, boy. Open your fucking ass for me. Show me your hole.”

I reach back, my palms sweaty now, and spread myself wide again. I can hear my fucking heart pounding in my ears, feel the solid wall of muscle that is my Sir standing behind me, the scent of his leather close enough to make me dizzy.

Such a good little boy.”

The diminutive makes me wince. I’m not little, not any of me, but he insists… Another sharp slap shatters my thoughts, and I gasp.

Now, boy,” he says, picking up his crop. “Beg me to punish you. Beg me to whip that baby hole.”

Oh, sweet fucking God. My entire body tenses, and my legs shake. I can’t. I can’t. But fuck, I want him. I want him to finally fuck me, shoot inside me. Mark me as his.

I can feel the air moving against my ass as he tests the crop. Hell, I can hear the sound it makes, like a promise.

I’m waiting.”

I open my mouth to growl at him, to tell him to back the fuck off and leave me alone. I’ll just go. I’ll find a man who wants me as badly as I fucking need him. I’m just going to tell him I’m done. I quit. I don’t fucking want him anymore.

Please, Master. Please whip my hole. I fucked myself with my fingers, wanting it to be you.”

His chuckle is dark, husky, knowing. “How many blows do you deserve, little boy?”

Well, fuck.

What the fuck is the right answer? I freeze, totally unsure.

He bends over me. I can tell because he’s so fucking hot, and while he’s not actually touching me, that heat pours off his body and teases my skin from my neck all the way down my back, against my ass.

Do you really want me to be the one to decide?”

If I say too few, he’ll tear me up. If I ask for too many, he’ll tear me up. Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Shit.

Please. Please, Sir. Can I have…” Ten? Twenty? Thirty? “…fifteen, please?”

Such a naughty, naughty little boy.” His breath blows across my ear and makes me shiver, but he sounds please. Is he pleased?

My entire body is buzzing, my fingertips digging into my ass cheeks. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. Please punish me.” My cock rubs against the towel, the terrycloth rasping the tip and giving me a delicious burn.

The crop lands along my crack, including my hole. He didn’t give me any warning, just did it, the sudden shock of pain huge. Enormous.


Fuck!” My ass clenches, my body jerks. “Fuck!”

That didn’t sound like a one. We’ll have to start over.” The crop lands again, not quite as hard this time. Or maybe it just doesn’t feel as hard.

One. One, thank you, Sir.” Fuck, that stings.

Much better.” God, his voice is so firm, so strict, and it goes straight to my balls.

The crop hits me again, this time concentrating on just my hole, the little flap of leather at the top hitting across it.

It makes me grit my teeth, makes my balls draw up tight. “Two. Two, Sir.” I’m never going to make it to fifteen. Why did I ask for fifteen? What if he’d been happy with ten? With five? My thoughts are interrupted by another hit of the crop, another smack right against my needy hole.

Shit! Three! Fuck!”

Four and five are sharp and hard. “Thank me, boy.”

Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Please.”

Such a good little boy. You keep being this good we may make it ten instead of fifteen.”

Number six slaps hard along my whole crack.

Six. Six. I tried to pick a good number, Sir. One to make you proud.” He fucking strips all my secrets from me, and I hate him.

I know. You’re a good little boy. Trying so hard for me. Except when you want my punishments.” He brings the crop down again.

I arch, and the sting is deep, burning, and fuck, I want the next one. Need it. Now. “Seven.”

I get what I want, the eighth hit harder than any of the others have been and so fucking good. By ten, I’m dancing, cock rasping on the towel, balls drawn up tight.

You think you deserve those next five, boy?”

Please. Please, Master.”

Good boy. Keep counting.”

By fourteen, I’m fighting for every breath, feet slapping on the floor as I kick.

One more, little boy. One more swat to that needy little hole of yours. That greedy little hole.”

The hit lands directly on my hole, and before I can even take a breath to count it, Sir pushes the tip into me. I scream, coming over the towel like a teenager, like a virgin. My balls empty so fast and hard that it’s more an ache than a pleasure.

Did you just come without my permission, little boy?” He sounds so pleased about it.

My hips move, riding the odd sensation of the crop that teases my sensitized hole. The spunk eases the friction of the towel on my dick, the burn now a slide.

The crop pushes deeper. “Answer me, boy!”

Yes! Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to…”

We’ll have to find a punishment for that now, won’t we?” That crop moves in and out, the thin rod fucking me.

I-I’m sorry.” Fuck, that burns, so good.

I know you like it when I punish you, little boy.”

I shake my head, swallowing hard. No. No, I want to be fucked. Rewarded. Taken.

Don’t lie to me. Don’t tell me you didn’t get off on the crop.”

I don’t lie to you!” I’ve only made that mistake once, and it almost ruined us, our trust.

Then tell me how much you loved your punishment, little boy.”

I’m not little!” I focus on that because how can I argue the rest with my cock covered with my own cum?

He laughs, but it’s not a mocking sound, it’s more like…like I bring him joy.

You’re my boy, though, and it makes you ache, makes you hard, submitting to me.” His fingers pinch and tug my skin; he pulls on the backs of my thighs, stimulates the nerves in the small of my back, makes me ache. “Tell me, Blake. Tell me you’re my little boy.”

I’m aching, wanting, but it’s so much harder now, now that I’ve come, now that the need has eased off.

He pulls the crop out and uses it across my buttocks. “Tell me.”

I’m yours.” Is that enough?

You’re more than just mine.” His fingers are in my hair, tugging the slightest bit, the sting making my eyes water.

Your boy.”

He doesn’t say anything, just tugs harder, demanding.

I don’t want to say it, but my body wants me to. My cock is stiffening, the discomfort unnerving and making me ache. “Your little boy. I’m your little boy.”

You’re my good little boy.” He kisses my hole, breath and lips so hot against my skin.

Yes…yes, Sir.” I sob, that gentleness, the care, intense, overwhelming. God, he makes me need.

You don’t want this empty hole to be filled, do you?” For a minute I think he’s going to cancel the whole thing, then his tongue flicks against me and he goes on. “No, you don’t want it—you need it.”



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Cody can’t help but watch Barker, even if he knows it’s stupid, especially around the full moon. Even with sunglasses to hide his deformity, though, he can’t keep Barker away from him, and he can’t manage to say no when Barker calls Cody “mine”.

Barker has never agreed with the pack banishing Cody. So what if Cody doesn’t fit into the narrow confines of what the pack says is normal? He should never have let Cody go, and he’s not about to let his mate slip through his fingers again.

Full moon or not, Cody is not your average werewolf. When the pack finds out he’s back in town, the pack is concerned enough to stick their noses in. When they discover that Barker may have figured out how to solve Cody’s shifter problems, the situation turns dangerous. The pack wants to make sure Cody’s secret doesn’t affect their entire way of life. Can Barker keep Cody safe and make his mate understand that they’re meant to be together?

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Lemon Drops

Book Cover: Lemon Drops
Part of the Hard Candy series:

Denny and Cain are back and learning all about each other, playing games that make Cain blush and make Denny as happy as he's ever been. They're getting along great, but Cain doesn't want Denny to think he needs financial support.

When Cain gets even deeper into money trouble, he hesitates to tell Denny, even though he wants to. He knows he's in love, but he's just not sure he can trust what he feels. Can Denny convince Cain that what they have is real?

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Denny walked down the aisle in front of Cain, who was pushing the cart. They were stocking up before heading back to his place. Steak, eggs, bread and jam. They’d have to stop at the candy aisle and make sure they picked up more Cherry Sours, some Gummi Bears, and maybe, they’d find something new to suck on. Besides each other. Chuckling, he turned into the hygiene aisle.

They also needed more shaving equipment. Fresh blades, a nice clean smelling shaving foam or gel, some cream to care for Cain’s skin post-shaving. It was a serious business.


Serious and sexy.

He dropped back until he and Cain were side by side again, waiting for his lover’s reaction to where they were. Cain’s cheeks were pink and smooth, teeth chewing on that full bottom lip.

What do you think, darlin’? We should buy stock in Schick, shouldn’t we?”

I… You’re obsessed.” He got a wink, a little smile.

Oh, that made him laugh, and he gave Cain a hug. “Do you blame me?” he asked, hand sliding along Cain’s smooth cheek. “You’re so very fine, darlin’.” The skin was heated, soft, perfect. All his.

Denny. I’m just.” Cain hugged him tight, head shaking. “I’m just me.”

You are not just anything, darlin’.” He planted a hard kiss on Cain. He’d convince Cain of that eventually. He was stubborn enough to wait out Cain’s self-doubt.

Now. I want you to choose some stuff. Nothing too smelly.” He liked the way Cain smelled and didn’t see any reason to cover that up with an ‘arctic storm’ or a ‘spring sport’ scent.

What kind of stuff, Denny? Aftershave? Lotion?”

Lotion, shaving gel, razors.” It made his prick hard, just talking about shaving Cain, smoothing out that sexy body.

Denny loved the way Cain swallowed, the way those eyes traced his face before his sweet baby looked toward the shelf. Cain picked a gel that smelled minty and a bottle of aftershave. Denny threw in several packages of razors, adding a lotion.

Where to next? Drawing supplies? Sweets?”

I have lots of supplies that I still haven’t unpacked. We need toilet paper.”

He’d managed to convince Cain to pack a few boxes of things and bring them to his place so that Cain could stay for more than a night or two at a time. Eventually they’d make it permanent.

Cain would see.

Toilet paper it is. And then I think we should head home. I’m itching to put those new razors to good use.”

I haven’t got any interviews tomorrow. I could come back with you.”

That was the plan, darlin’.” He wasn’t shopping for one here.

Yeah.” Cain nodded, leaned toward him.

He slid his hand into Cain’s back pocket and guided them slowly toward the cash registers. “What should we shave tonight, darlin’?”



Book Cover: Joe
Part of the Drawing Straws series:

Damon, Erik, Tork and Joe are back again for another wild weekend together where they can all let go and really be themselves.

Just because they’ve left their jobs and lives behind though, doesn’t mean that they’ve left their baggage behind, too. Joe’s had a really rough week and to everyone’s surprise, fixes the draw so he gets the sub straw.

Can Damon, Erik and Tork help Joe deal with his troubles and send him home on Monday feeling ready to take on the world again?

Publisher: Resplendence Publishing
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William Torkvinenndan turned the hamburgers and then sat, drinking his beer. He’d come up early. Taking the extra day off had been just what he needed after three hard months working at the interdepartmental unit. Tork couldn’t remember the last time he’d had more than three hours of sleep. Making sure he was here for the full weekend became a top priority.

Chuckling, he watched his breath puff out in the cold; he’d expected he’d still be second or third here, not the first. So now he was on his own until someone else showed up. The burgers were to entice his brothers in blue - if you cook it, they will come.


The sound of a truck filled the air, cutting through the peace. Ah. Erik. Waiting for Erik to come through to the deck, he grinned as he remembered their last weekend. Erik had played sub and it had been glorious. Wouldn’t it be funny if Erik drew the short straw twice in a row after having gone so long without being the bottom?

Their Nordic god came out the kitchen door and grinned, blue eyes twinkling. “Hey, boss. How’s the promotion going?”

It’s a lot of fucking work.” Standing, Tork held open his arms, wrapping Erik in a strong hug. God, he’d missed this. The time between their weekends felt longer every time, even though it wasn’t.

Erik nodded and grabbed him, squeezed him tight. “Good to see you, man.”

You too.” Tilting his head, Tork pressed their mouths together. Oh, fuck, Erik tasted good. All fucking male with salt and sweet - Erik must have eaten a doughnut on the way up. There was probably a fucking box of them on the kitchen table now.

Erik’s hand wrapped around Tork’s skull, the tongue fucking making Tork’s knees weak, and he cried out. Clinging to Erik, he let the man take his mouth. Barring when he got the short straw, no one else could, but they were a physical match - of a height, a size - and Erik knew how to kiss. It was fucking stunning. Damn, if he was the sub this weekend, he’d be more than happy for more of this. Tork opened wider, groaning, inviting Erik to continue.

Hungry man.” Erik moaned, dragged their bodies tight, hips rolling their cocks together.

Been three months.” Tork didn’t have anyone outside of these men. Aside from not really having time, these were the guys he was into, he cared for, who cared for him.

Want a quickie?” Erik asked, humping against him. “I got blue balls.”

Oh, I have to see these blue balls of yours. I might take pictures.” He gave Erik a wink, nodded. “Hell, yes, I want a quickie. I’ve been here for three hours. On my own.” Nothing to do but think and wait and wish someone was there already to get off with.

Oh, man.” Erik sounded genuinely sympathetic. “Come to the big couch.”

You don’t have to ask me twice.” Tork went to the barbeque and turned off the gas, then brought the cover down. It would have to do. Better to re-warm the burgers than have them completely dried out.

Food put off for later, Tork followed his favorite Greek God’s ass back into the house.

Erik started to strip down, that new knife wound from the last get together now covered with a tattoo - a black dagger pointing all the way down Erik’s belly.

Jesus, ‘Rik that is stunning.” Tork moved closer and traced it with his fingers, the muscles of Erik’s abdomen fucking sexy.

You like it?” Erik flexed those amazing muscles for him. “I got it during an undercover sting.”

Shit yeah. It’s enticing.” He grinned, stroked his fingers over it again. “I want to lick it.”

It’s healed.” Erik had his jeans open, but not off, and he took a wide stance. “Go for it.”

Tork nodded, dropping to his knees and leaning in. He breathed in, pulling Erik’s scent deep into his lungs. He swore he could tell his men each by scent alone. Erik smelled of Speed Stick and grass and the barest hint of soap.

Opening his mouth, he slowly dragged his tongue over the handle of the dagger. Erik’s belly went rock hard, jerking at his touch. Moaning, he traced the rest of the knife with the tip of his tongue.

Mmm. It covered the scar nicely, hmm?” Erik sounded pleased, and more than a little turned on.

Yeah. I can still feel the scar under my tongue, though.” While he was here, Tork figured he might as well fish out that fucking amazing prick and have at it.


In Time of Need

Book Cover: In Time of Need

Chip McMullen has always wanted to know what it was like to really bottom, but has never voiced his desires to anyone until the evening he’s nursing a beer after a shot to his shoulder that was stopped by his vest. He runs into Dawson Sorenson at the bar and the two of them get to talking.

Chip knows Dawson is gay like him, out but not loud about it. Maybe that’s why he finds himself confessing a few of his desires to the man. Dawson suggests Chip check out the Bloody Rose if that’s the kind of thing Chip wants.

Can Chip admit just how far his needs go to himself and make the trek to the Bloody Rose?

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