Size Matters

Book Cover: Size Matters

Trey is a natural submissive, but no one wants to take on a blind man. When Trey and Lucien hit it off, it could be the answer to Trey’s prayers.

When Lucien meets his favorite author at a book signing, he's surprised to discover the man is not only blind, but much younger than he’d expected. He’s even more surprised to discover that Trey shares a passion of his—BDSM.

Trey loves his life as a horror mystery writer, but it is a lonely one. Immediately drawn to Lucien, he’s surprised and intrigued when Lucien ferrets out his interests in certain aspects of BDSM right from the start.

Is Lucien exactly who Trey’s been waiting for, or is it too good to be true?

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Trey took his guide dog Happy out, heading to the coffee shop at the corner. It was quiet there, especially late at night, and he knew Sarah and Anthony, the owners, would make sure he was taken care of. It was the one place he felt comfortable going on his own, thanks to them.

Hey, Trey!” Sarah called out as he hit the door. “How’s it going?”

Good. Good. Caramel latte, love?”


You got it. We’ve got a piece of caramel crunch pie left, too.”

Oh, rock on. Thanks.”

He sat, put one of his earbuds in, and checked his emails. There was one from the guy with the pretty voice, thanking him for signing. He answered with—

You’re welcome, man. Good to meet you.

It had been his first book signing, and it had gone okay. The guy with the pretty voice had been good-looking if Allison’s fluttering about him afterward was anything to go by. She’d described him as tall, dark and perfect. His voice had been…liquid velvet was pretty fucking cheesy. Still, it was true.

Velvety soft and rich and…whoa. Okay. Okay. No springing wood. The guy had asked him out for coffee in that voice…

His email binged.

Nice to meet you too. I meant it, about the coffee.

Trey chuckled.

I managed to get myself a cup.

Lucien’s reply didn’t take long to arrive.

You’re going to make me come right out and say it, aren’t you? I’m more interested in you than in coffee.

I don’t know you from Job.

Trey wanted to, though. The idea of it both thrilled and scared him. More thrilled, if he were being honest.

Thus the coffee.

He chuckled at that.

I guess so. I have to be careful, you know?

I get that, I do. But if we could do coffee at the place of your choice. What can I do in a public place?

Yeah. I have a good place here. Safe. Folks know me.

There you go. Invite me over.

Earthscape Java on Cornell.

Oh, God. Oh, God, what had he done?

I’ll be there in twenty.

Twenty. That gave Trey time to go home, to bail. He really didn’t want to. He should, though, right?



Book Cover: Reclaiming
Part of the Immortal Ink series:
  • Reclaiming

Beau thought Aaron was dead to him… Imagine his surprise when his former lover slinks into his tattoo shop.

Eight months ago, vampire Beaudelaire Delacourte had it all. As a tattoo artist, he used his special ink and spells to permanently tattoo other immortals and spent countless hours feeding and indulging in BDSM with his human lover, Aaron. Then he asked to turn Aaron so his lover could join him permanently, but Aaron refused, not willing to give up his humanity. Since then, Beau has kept his head down and stayed in his shop, only interacting with his clients who all come for his special brand of ink.

When Aaron shows up on his doorstep, half-dead and apologizing, Beau is shocked to learn that his boy was turned at the local vampire club by Stephan, another vampire. Not only was Aaron turned, but his chest was torn open, his fangs were broken and he was left in an alley to die. Spurred by the need to see Beau one last time, Aaron has been hiding in an abandoned building until he found the strength to make it to Beau’s shop.

Beau takes his boy in again, promising that Aaron will earn his place back in Beau’s bed, and vowing that he will take revenge on Stephan. Unbeknownst to Beau, Aaron is only the first in a long line of humans who Stephan has created then turned out to fend for themselves. As Beau discovers that this is only one of the old rules that Stephan has broken, he and Aaron are drawn into a web of intrigue that can only end in someone’s death.

Reader Advisory: This books contains severe biting and bloodplay during sex between vampires. There is also a scene of fisting and some scenes of violence.

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Beaudelaire Delacourte zoned in on the buzz of the needle and the pattern he was drawing up on one paler-than-milk inner arm. The vamp had come in looking for a grim reaper with shining eyes. Lucky for him, Beau had luminescent paint that would indeed glow at night.

He was almost done and the piece was going to be stunning.


Of course, he thought his client was a bit of an idiot. Beau had explained that he used specialized ink, permanent on vamps, and given that sun and lasers were a no-no for creatures of the night, it would never fade, never go away and maybe, just maybe, a guy who lived in the shadows didn’t want permanently glowing marks that were in highly visible locations. It kind of messed with one’s ability to lurk.

Johnny Stupid had insisted, though.

Beau could have turned the doofus away, but this kind of stupid got under his skin. So he’d quoted twice his normal rate, and was making a pretty penny on this particular piece of ink.

For a guy who made his reputation by his fangs, Johnny sure was whiny about the needles. Beau rushed the job just to get it done so he could usher the loser out of his shop. He should have said no and turfed the guy when he’d first walked in. Beau was smiling, though, when a nice fat wad of cash was handed over. He waved the guy off and stuffed the money into his safe.

A slow night had turned into a good take, thanks to Mr. Glow In the Dark Vampire.

The bell over the door rang, and Beau shook his head. Sunrise was near and he’d been shutting down the shop, pulling the heavy shutters across the windows and doors. “Sorry, we’re closed.”

Beau?” The voice was a sweet, soft tenor that reminded him of long nights of feeding and fucking. Aaron.

Of course, Aaron had left him, what, eight months ago now? Calling Beau…an abomination and informing him that under no circumstance did Aaron want to become what he was.

He looked up to tell whoever it was who’d shown up that he didn’t want what they were peddling, but what he saw made his jaw drop and the words freeze in his throat.

Aaron was gaunt, milk-white, full blond hair gone limp and dull.

A…Aaron? Is that you?” He wasn’t quite sure he believed it. His Aaron had been robust, tanned, hair like a romance cover model’s. His Aaron had been alive.

I…I came to see you.”

Satan’s balls, I barely recognize you.” He could feel the dawn like a specter breathing down his back. He had to lock up. “The sun will be up soon, you should go home.”

Okay. You’re beautiful, still. I should have told you yes. Forgive me.” Aaron pulled his hoodie up and slipped out of the door, silent as a wraith.


Aaron always did have a flair for the dramatic.

Beau went to the door and called out after the figure fading in amongst the shadows. “Unless home is within a block or two, you’re going to be incinerated. Get back here and help me with the damned shutters.”

I don’t have a home anymore.” Aaron stopped, but didn’t turn around.

Beau pondered his next move quickly. He could let Aaron slip away to whatever hole he was staying out of the sun in, or he could invite the man in and get answers to the questions bouncing around in his head. If he let Aaron go, he had a hunch he’d never see the man again.

He sighed and cleared his throat. “Get back here, A. And help me close the shutters.”

I didn’t come to be a bother.”

Like Aaron wasn’t the biggest bother of his life already.

You’ll help me close the shutters. There we go. Not a bother.”

He rolled his eyes and shut the door as soon as Aaron was through it. After locking it, he pulled down the heavy metal that blocked out the sun. “Get the windows, A.”


God, he was burning with questions. Burning.

They got the shop locked up tight and Beau pointed to the chair. To his credit, Aaron sat.

Beau took the stool. “So what were you looking at getting?” It wasn’t the burning question driving his curiosity, but it was familiar, comfortable. Besides, the ink—it had a way of making a man talkative.

I… I was…I keep… Honeysuckle.”

He’d once fucked Aaron under a honeysuckle bower in the full moon, bound his lover’s hands with the vines.

His eyebrows went up, but he could see it already, the vines wrapped around Aaron’s wrist just like they had been that night, a couple of flowers hiding among the leaves.

Beau began grabbing ink and filling his little pots. “You trust me to do it freehand?”

I can’t pay you.”

Beau looked up, meeting Aaron’s eyes. “You can pay by answering my questions.” It wasn’t like he needed the money. Aaron’s story, however—that, he was pretty sure he needed to hear.

Aaron nodded, eyes burning in his skull.

Beau hooked the machine up and stepped on the pedal, the buzz soothing him immediately. That sound was his blood, ink flowing through his veins. “Hold still.”

Okay.” Aaron’s eyes were nearly clear now, barely any green there.

Beau watched them a moment longer, then turned to his work, touching needle to skin, punching the ink beneath the surface.

Aaron watched him, still and silent as the dead.

It looked like Beau was going to have to draw his former lover—and former live dude—out.

When did it happen?”

Six months ago. I was at the club and… It was stupid. I know I shouldn’t have gone without protection, but I was looking for… It doesn’t matter. Someone decided to claim me.”

Beau’s nostrils flared and his knuckles went white around the machine. He had to bite his lip to keep from snarling that Aaron had already been claimed. “If you weren’t interested in being turned, why were you at the club?”

I was looking for someone.”

Beau took a few deep breaths and applied needle to skin again. “Oh?”

You. I missed you like crazy. I fucked up. I wanted another chance.”

So you went to the club on your own?” Beau nearly snarled the words out. Stupid, stupid move. Aaron knew better. “You know better than that.”

I was hoping you were there. My skin didn’t fit, I couldn’t eat, and it was Monday. You always went on Mondays.”

I stopped going after we…” After Aaron had left him.

He inked in another vine, putting a knot in it at the side of Aaron’s wrist.

Aaron fell silent again, but Beau felt the man’s eyes on him.

So you went looking for me…” And he refused to take blame for this—Aaron knew better than to go to the club without being under someone’s protection. Not unless he wanted to be fed upon, used or worst, turned against his will.

I did. Stephan decided that I’d treated you poorly and he turned me on stage so that I could pay for my mistakes.” Aaron wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I came to apologize. I mean, I’d come to apologize before, but now, too.”

Beau snarled, foot leaving the pedal, and the sudden quiet felt loud. “Stephan turned you? He had no right. He knew you were mine.”

Stephan was fucking lucky there was nothing but daylight out there right now, or Beau would go rip him to shreds this very moment.

Aaron unzipped his jacket, the scars where Stephan had drained his blood brutal and ragged. This had been no loving thing, or even a sexual one. Aaron had been subjected to the most pain possible.

Fuck. Fuck, Aaron. Nobody tried to stop him?”

Stephan was a dead man. As brutal and painful a death as Beau could devise. Payback was a bitch.

I deserved it. I was scared and stupid.” Aaron zipped back up, hiding in the heavy fabric. “The honeysuckle is beautiful.”

I take it Stephan didn’t take you under his wing?” It wasn’t really a question. If Aaron had belonged to someone, he’d be thriving now instead of looking like the walking dead.

Aaron shook his head. “At least I knew to get out of the sun. They took my wallet, my clothes, broke my teeth and wished me luck. I found an attic in a little office building. I stay there. Insurance agents.”

Beau got up and began to pace. “I’m going to kill him. I’m going to take his fangs and throw him in a pit and then I’m going to let the sun take him, piece by piece.”

I didn’t come to make trouble. I came to see you, literally. I just wanted to look.”

So you still don’t want me?” Beau was stung, he really was.

He’d thought the big reason why Aaron had dumped him was because the man hadn’t wanted to give up his humanity, and that wasn’t an issue anymore.

I want you more than anything, but I’m broken, Beau. Ruined.”

I’m kind of a collector of broken things, Aaron.”

He went back to his stool and picked up his machine again, stepping on the pedal to fill the room with the buzzing. He let it encompass him, let it soothe him and bent back to his task.

Aaron sat beautifully, and Beau inked the life back into the milky skin. He wrapped the honeysuckle vines around Aaron’s wrist, then filled in a few light-colored flowers.

He sat back when he was done and grinned. “That’s my mark on you now.”

It’s beautiful.” Aaron stared into him, so intense. “I was wrong, Beau. I went to the club to say I was wrong.”

He reached for Aaron’s cheek, cupping it. “You’re so skinny. How have you been surviving?” Had Aaron’s fangs grown in at all? Was it even possible with his teeth knocked out when he’d been made? Stephan had some nasty payback coming his way and Beau would make sure he paid it.

Rats. The building has a rat problem.”

Six months. His lover had been living on rats for six months.

And your fangs?” Because having to squeeze out the blood would make it even worse.

Aaron exposed his teeth. The human teeth were there and whole, clearly grown back in thanks to the regenerative abilities of vampires, but the fangs were barely long enough to push past them. Feeding would be possible, but a bitch until they finished growing back out. “It took time to be strong enough to come see you.”

Beau touched the baby fangs. “You need a protector. You need a teacher.” Aaron needed him.

I think. I think he should have killed me. It would have been kinder than this.” A single bloody tear slipped down Aaron’s razor-sharp cheekbone. “I’ve been so frightened.”

If Aaron had shown up at his doorstep the day after Stephan had done this, Beau would likely have hesitated, still hurt from Aaron’s rejection. But eight months had passed and he could feel the pain Aaron had suffered, could see it.

He wrapped Aaron in an embrace. “You don’t need to be scared anymore—you’re mine now.”

I’m not worth saving.”

He would have spanked Aaron if he’d thought it wouldn’t have knocked him over. “You made a mistake. I’d say you’ve paid for it.” He stood. “You can be the shop apprentice for now. Cleaning up, running errands. I’ll show you how to clean the machines.” He wasn’t ready to offer more at the moment.

If only Aaron had accepted his offer in the first place. Of course what ifs could drive you crazy, he’d lived long enough he knew that.

Aaron nodded. “I can clean.” The too-big hoodie went up, Aaron hiding his lean face again.

There’s living quarters in the back. You can sleep at the foot of my bed.”

He got a silent nod. They tidied up, then he led Aaron back to the room where they’d made love so many times. Aaron sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, looking like a pile of discarded clothes.

Beau tugged a box out from under the bed and pulled a thick comforter from it, handing it over.

Then he took a pillow off his bed and gave that to Aaron, too.

Thank you.” Aaron disappeared in the blanket, hiding from the world.

What a waste. Aaron had been a lovely, vibrant boy, eager to know everything.

Beau went to the fridge and grabbed a bag of blood. “Heads up.” He tossed it over.

Aaron looked at him, confused. “I’ve never…”

You’ve never what? Fed from a bag?” That was hardly a shock, if Aaron had been living off rats.

Aaron shook his head and handed the bag back. “I’m okay.”

He crouched next to Aaron and handed the blood over again. “You clearly haven’t looked at yourself recently, because you look like shit and you need to feed.”

I haven’t been out of the building until today.” Aaron reached for him.

Beau let Aaron hold onto him, snaking an arm around the too-skinny body. “You can’t live on rats. You need this.” Aaron didn’t even need to use his fangs on the bag, it had an easy drip line.

He brushed his fingers over Aaron’s eyelids, closing them. Then he brought the drip line to Aaron’s lips. “Suck.”

When Aaron didn’t immediately do as he’d been told, Beau squeezed the bag, forcing the blood down the tube and into Aaron’s mouth.

Aaron’s eyes went wide, the green flaring back in them. That was better already. Beau leaned in and said it again, “Suck.”

Aaron keened, pulling hard, the dying body trying to come back to life.

Beau bet he’d need to go on a blood run soon, and Aaron was going to be surprised by how much better he’d feel when he woke up.

Aaron began to sink into the covers, clearly fed and safe enough to feel the weight of the sun urging him to sleep. Beau nodded and went to climb into bed. He stopped himself, though, going to the door and bolting it closed. Then he went to bed.

It never hurt to take extra precautions.



Before there were four, there were three. Learn how Rook, Knight and Bishop came together.

When Rook and Knight meet at a live drawing class Rook is modeling for, it’s lust at first sight. Open and eager with his sexuality, Rook immediately draws Knight’s attention. Lust soon turns to love for the two men. The question, though, is what happens when a third man feels like he belongs with them?

Dive into this story of how Rook, Knight and Bishop met to become the threesome who invited Jason to join them in the Chess series.

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Rook hurried along Young Street, checking his watch. He didn’t think he was going to be late for the class, but he was cutting it awfully close. Of course, he hadn’t realized that his meeting with the lawyer was going to take so long. On the other hand, if the dude—were you allowed to call lawyers ‘dude’?—hadn’t been so intent on talking him out of his purchase, it’d have taken half the time.


It was a good thing money was no object, thanks to Great-Aunt Anna leaving her fortune to the black sheep of the family—namely him—or he’d have had to insist that he not be charged for the time the lawyer spent on his own agenda rather than Rook’s. What did the lawyer care if he spent a hundred thousand or so on a store that sold sex toys? It wasn’t like Rook was asking the guy to come and buy, or even to ever show up. He liked the idea of owning a sex shop, and honestly, the money was a drop in the bucket.

All the paperwork was being drawn up and he’d be the proud owner of the place in less than two weeks. Too bad he didn’t have anybody to celebrate with. He’d have to bring some champagne in and celebrate with the staff once the sale went through. Yeah, that would work.

Arriving at the Art School, he went in and made his way to the Live Art class, walking in with seconds to spare. He gave Polly, the teacher, an apologetic smile and moved to the corner of the room to strip off. He usually showed up at least ten minutes ahead of the class, so he was already on the dais when the students came in, especially at the beginning of the semester, but it couldn’t be helped.

Naked, he ran his hands through his hair, and made his way to the raised seat. “How would you like me today?”

Polly tilted her head. “Why don’t you sit with your legs crossed, one hand supporting you as you lean back, the other on your knee.”

He assumed the position, shifting a little until he was comfortable enough to stay still for a prolonged period of time.

Very good.” Polly smiled at him and turned her attention to her students. “Good afternoon, class, and welcome to Live Drawing. Our model for this class is Rook. He’ll be with us the entire class.”

She went on, but he tuned her out, checking out the students in his line of sight. They were all the same—earnest girls and guys trying desperately not to stare. All except for one.

This guy had long, long hair that was so dark it looked like a raven’s wing. He had a beard and was wearing camo that was totally vintage and completely oversized. That guy was looking. Admiring, even.

Rook couldn’t help but tilt his head the slightest bit, proudly showing off. Hell, this guy made him want to spread his legs and really show off, but he knew Polly would likely ban him until he’d groveled significantly. And the truth was, he enjoyed posing.

His move earned him a grin, slow and wicked—one that burned through him.

No hard-ons, he reminded himself. But damn, this guy made his balls ache.

He glanced away, his nostrils flaring as he thought about snow and ice and slush and stupid lawyers who thought he was a moron, in an effort to stay deflated. God, the lawyers thought did it. Boom. Flaccid.

Like an idiot, he dared to glance over at the dark-haired dude again. He got a quick little grin, those eyes burning at him. The pencil was flying, though, one sketch after another happening like magic.

Rook couldn’t wait to see. It was one of his favorite things about modeling, seeing the results. All the different styles, the different ways people saw him—it was cool.


Opening Moves

Book Cover: Opening Moves
Part of the Chess series:

Threesome Rook, Knight and Bishop make Jason an offer he can’t refuse. Can the four of them be exactly what they each need? Find out in this Opening Move…

Rook, Knight and Bishop have been searching for a fourth man to join their threesome for quite a while when Knight meets Jason, the life model in the art class he’s auditing. He thinks that Jason is the perfect man for them and his lovers Rook and Bishop quickly agree. The trick will be convincing Jason…

Join these sexy men as they make their Opening Moves.

Publisher's Note: This book was previously released under the same title. It has been expanded for re-release with Pride Publishing

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Rook bounced as they headed toward the Z’va coffee house, walking between Knight and Bishop, his two favorite people in all the world. “He was a stud, Knight. He really was.”

I told you.” Knight winked at him, goosed him gently. “O ye of little faith and large penis.”

He jumped at the goosing and rounded on Knight, his ire fading as he played the words back. “His was pretty impressive, too. You think it was just a shower? Or a grower, too?”

That I don’t know. He’s never sprung wood in class.” Knight winked.


That’s a damn shame.” Rook stepped back between them and looped a hand each through Knight’s and Bishop’s arms. He loved touching them. Hell, he loved them, plain and simple. “So. I know I’m not the only one who wants to do him six ways to Sunday.”

Bish snorted. “Or get done by him.”

Sure. I’m easy.” He was. As both his lovers well knew.

He might say no… You do realize this, dear boys.” Knight could be such a turd.

You wouldn’t have suggested it if you believed that.”

Knight nodded, hips bumping his. “He’s got a great ass and the rumors are he’s unattached. A little gym bunny.”

I didn’t get a good look at his ass, but the rest of him was vavavavoom!”

I saw his ass,” put in Bishop. “It was great.”

I need a cup of coffee. I told him where we’d be. We’re sticking with the original plan, boys?”

They’d made similar offers before—four times. No one’d ever said yes. Of course, Knight hadn’t picked before.

A boy. A man. A lover. Someone for them to play with at will. They’d started talking about it late one night—the three of them naked and lazy, sprawled. Knight had been teasing Bish about getting a houseboy, someone they could touch, drive crazy. Boss around a little. Play with.

That had been Knight’s phrase. Play with.

Rook nodded eagerly and Bishop grunted an affirmative.

Rook tried not to get excited, but damn. It wasn’t easy.

They piled into the shop, waved at Rick and Les. “The usual, boys?”

Please. You and Bish go sit, I’ll get it.” He pulled his wallet out and sauntered up to the counter.

Rick grinned at him and Les made the black coffee, the mocha latte, and the triple espresso with a shot of caramel. “We haven’t seen you three in almost a week. I was going to send a search party.”

If you promise it’ll be full of studs, it’ll be another week before we’re back.”

Shit, I can’t afford that! Knight keeps me in business!”

He pouted. “Too bad. I guess we’ll have to keep finding our own studs.”

He handed over a twenty and waved away the offered change. Grabbing the tray, he headed to the table Knight and Bishop had chosen. Knight was straddling a chair backwards, Bishop’s hands on his lean shoulders, rubbing hard. Knight looked tired, but each touch seemed to make that sexy body to relax. Rook licked his lips. Who needed a search party of hotties when he had his two very own personal studs to love on?

The look on Knight’s face was pure bliss—lips parted, surrounded by goatee and mustache, the hair black as pitch.

No orgasming in the coffee shop—they’ll throw us out again,” Rook teased, putting their coffees down on the table.

Shh. He’s rubbing. Don’t distract him.”

He grinned at Bishop, who just smiled back. “I’ll do you when we get home.”

It was probably for the best—he’d never met a massage he didn’t want to turn into more. Especially when Bish was the one dishing out the massage—you could feel the love in every touch.

Knight moaned, the sound like liquid sex. “Bish has the best hands.”

He does.” Rook was getting hard. Between the look on Knight’s face and the memories of what exactly those hands could get up to…

He sat down and pulled his chair up to the table. Bish could make you beg, make you scream, make you hurt in ways that felt so fucking good after… And after… He never ever doubted that Bish loved him.

He tried not to whimper—he already had a reputation for being easy, so the last thing he needed was to get all hot and bothered by memories.

Knight met his gaze, near-black eyes dazed. “Tell me when you see him.”

Not if.




Toby and Damon’s whirlwind romance continues, but can they find a balance between love and work? Do they even want to?

Toby can scarcely believe that his life has changed so much in less than two weeks, but it has. His predictable little life has gone from routine to sexually adventurous in a matter of days. And to be honest, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Damon’s just as into Toby, more interested in exploring with his new lover than spending all his time at the bar. Luckily things are running fairly smoothly there with his hand only occasionally needed on the rudder.

Their idyllic love affair has a few bumps to withstand, though, in the form of an intruder with a gun. Can Toby and Damon survive what happens next?

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Damon finished his paperwork and online ordering for the Corner Pub, then double-checked his banking through the web access. He supposed it was too early to expect the deposit from the insurance—it hadn’t even been even a full week since the robbery and shooting. At least Bill was recovering. It could have been much worse and he wasn’t hurting for the cash.


Dealing with the insurance, with replacing what had been broken, and keeping his staff from freaking out had taken up a large amount of his time over the last few days. Between that and Toby needing to work in his studio, they’d not spent very much time together and it was beginning to make Damon itch. After a whirlwind week of hot and hotter running sex, plugs and piercings, he was feeling a little like he’d suddenly gone cold turkey.

Today, though… Today he was going to go sit for his boy. Toby was going to take pictures, and also do some work in clay while Damon posed, if he was inspired. Damon hoped Toby was. He also hoped to tempt Toby into some non-artistic fucking. Making sure he had lube and condoms in his front pocket, Damon locked the door to his office and stopped by the bar on his way out.

I’m headed off for the day, Teddy. You call if you need anything, okay? And I mean anything.” It would be the first time he’d left the building while the bar was open since the shooting.

The big bartender gave him a confident smile. “You got it, boss. Don’t worry—we’re going to be fine.”

I know it.” Damon was going to be positive about this. Things hadn’t gone great for the burglar the first time around—he wasn’t likely to come back for seconds.

Damon gave his place a last look, then headed out, planning to walk to Toby’s studio. It wasn’t all that far. Still, he’d not gone more than a block when he decided he didn’t want to wait and hailed a cab.

As the city flashed by, his anticipation rose and by the time he was getting out and paying the driver, he was more than halfway hard. It made climbing the stairs to Toby’s studio a little awkward, but so what? God, he had it bad. And he didn’t care.

Eagerly anticipating his lover, Damon tapped sharply on the door. He could hear the music from under the door, the sound vibrating the air with a dark, deep rhythm. He loved how Toby was uninhibited about his sensuality when it came to his art. Alone, in his studio, Toby let it all hang out and listened to his needs.

Damon knocked again.

Coming!” The door opened, and Toby stood there in the tiniest pair of soft shorts, a huge needy erection, and clay streaked everywhere. Damon could see the ring at the tip of Toby’s cock, pushing at the soft shorts. That had to be both driving Toby crazy and turning him on at the same time.

Damon licked his lips. How could Toby have ever thought himself undesirable? How could he have not been snapped up before Damon had done it? Thank God he hadn’t—Damon knew how lucky he was.

You going to let me in, baby?” Damon’s voice was thick, colored by sudden, sharp desire.

I am. I’m working. No bad touches.” Toby’s wild mass of red curls was tied in a topknot, wrapped in a bandana.

No bad touches?” Damon closed the door behind him, reaching for all that skin.

Uh-huh.” Toby’s pretty pink nips were hard as stones, calling for him.

Of course he couldn’t really play, not the way he wanted to. The piercings needed to heal. They also needed to stay clean. He was going to have to doctor them when Toby was done, clean up the clay.

What’s a bad touch?” Damon asked as he stroked around Toby’s nipples, avoiding the freshly pierced flesh.

Oh, God…” Toby’s body moved with the music, hips punching with the bass. Fuck, that was hot.

Not this.” Damon stepped closer, his fingers drifting down to trace Toby’s cock through his shorts. “Are you wearing a plug?”

I’m working…”

He reached around with his other hand, rubbing Toby’s ass, then pressing along Toby’s crack. There was a flat base at Toby’s hole, promising wickedness.

You’re needing,” Damon pointed out. “I’ll just help you out and then you can get back to it.” He jostled the end of the plug.

Toby’s lips parted, the pale skin flushing a pale rose. Pretty baby.

Keeping one hand on Toby’s ass so he could keep playing with the plug, Damon brought the other one to Toby’s balls, rolling them through the soft material of those shorty shorts. A dark spot appeared on the cloth, beginning to grow.

Humming, Damon went to his knees to take Toby’s covered cock into his mouth. He was gentle, mindful of the penis ring, but he did suck, pulling the flavor in and further wetting Toby’s shorts.

Oh, God.” Toby’s little cry heralded a thrust, a jerk, and a bigger wet spot.

Damon kissed the head, then stood and gently worked the shorts over the tip of Toby’s cock, careful not to catch the glinting ring. Then he took Toby’s mouth, his tongue sliding in. His sweet boy pushed close, the sound he got pure, desperate sex.

Right. No touching. It was a good thing he was more apt to listen to Toby’s body than his words.


Middle Game

Can Jason be with three amazing men and not lose his heart in the process?

Living with and being the playtoy of three men is more rewarding than Jason could have imagined. Bishop, Knight and Rook each have their own way of loving on him. In Bishop he finds a workout partner, friendship, and good solid lovemaking. He isn’t sure what to make of Knight, but the man is a brilliant artist and there are worse things than being Knight’s subject for his latest series of paintings. And the kinky things Knight does to him blow his mind on a regular basis.

It’s Rook who Jason is falling in love with, though. The bright, loving, sexy man has him head over heels and Jason’s beginning to worry that he’s getting himself in way over his head. Can he continue to be with these men without losing his heart?

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Jason had been watching the snow falling for hours, mounding up around the window sill, white and fluffy. The studio wasn’t cold, not at all, but a part of him felt a little chilled just from watching the ice crystals build.

Jason shivered, making sure the motion was tiny, not moving on the lounge chair in the least.

Be still, Jase. I’m almost done.” Knight was painting furiously.


I am.” He was naked, except for a soft, silken drape over his thighs.

The front door opened and closed, Rook’s voice singing out, reaching them even here in the studio, “Hello, honeys, I’m home!”

Jason smiled. The sound of Rook’s voice made him happy every time he heard it.

Don’t move!” Knight spoke loudly enough that Rook no doubt heard it from the front of the house because it was followed by the sound of his laughter and he appeared at the door.

Look at this! Two of my favorite people in the whole world, both together.” Rook draped himself over Knight and kissed Knight’s cheek.

Working, Rookie.” Knight did smile, though, which Jason had learned over the past month was rare.

I know.” Rook’s eyes wandered over the canvas, and he licked his lips. “God, you’re a talented asshole, aren’t you?” Rook gave Knight another kiss, then backed off, blowing a kiss at Jason. “So how long before we can puppy pile?”

Ten minutes, tops.” Knight growled the words, eyes dragging over Jason’s body.

Does he need fluffing or anything?” Rook asked, voice hopeful.

No touching. You’ll destroy my view.”

Rook pouted and sighed loudly. “I’ve been working all day long.”

You’ve been playing with dildos, Rookie.” Knight sighed, then set his brushes down. “Go on, Jase. I’m done.”

He pushed himself off the chair toward Rook. The man fascinated him, so pretty with his blond hair, his bright blue eyes. So different from Knight’s slender darkness.

Rook stuck his tongue out at Knight but gave the man a proper kiss even as he held out his arm to Jason. Jason went to them, moving carefully, suddenly painfully aware of the plug inside him.

Rook’s hand slid over his skin as soon as he was close enough and the kiss with Knight ended noisily. Then Rook’s mouth covered his, tongue pushing in. A sweet hum sounded, Rook’s blue eyes staring into his own like he was the most fascinating thing ever.

It was Knight’s hand, though, that slid down his back, moving to jostle the plug. He jerked away, cheeks burning. Knight shook his head. “Still so shy?”

Rook’s eyes widened, his lips pulling up into a grin. “A plug? Knight, you naughty, naughty man.” Rook slid a hand down his back just like Knight had done, heading right for his ass.

I wanted to make sure he stayed awake.”

Jason groaned. He’d stayed awake.

Rook laughed, the sound happy and sweet. “Can we play on your couch, Knight? Or should we find a bed?” Rook found the base of the plug and began to tap it.

Let’s go upstairs. Bish will be back soon.”

Rook bounced happily and grabbed Jason’s and Knight’s hands, leading the way like a naughty Pied Piper.

I need to clean up, Rookie!” Knight was laughing, though. Rook was the only one who made the man laugh.

We’ll help. After.” Rook shook his ass, making it very clear what came before the after. Jason was given a sweet smile. “I think someone needs some help with that plug up his ass…”

Rook…” His cheeks heated, but his cock jerked, filling.

Rook grinned and squeezed his hand, moving faster.

Horndog. I love the way Jase walks when he’s full.” Knight’s voice had a sexy, husky note to it.

And you call me a horndog?” Rook laughed and took a half step behind him. “Knight is right, though, honey, you move like magic with that plug.”

His cheeks were burning and he ducked his head then shook it.

You should have seen him take it in for me.” Knight’s fingers slipped over his skin.

Oh. Oh, God. He… He still wasn’t used to being a…plaything for these three men.

Rook moaned and rubbed against Knight. “I wish I’d seen that.”

I’m sure we can revisit after we play…with a bigger plug.”

Rook beamed. “That would be perfect.” Rook wrapped his arms around Knight, giving the man another one of those kisses. And then Rook’s attention focused on him, mouth latching on.

There was nothing on earth—nothing—like Rook’s kisses. Slow, lazy, drugging. They made him dizzy. He almost didn’t feel the hands that slid down to his ass. It wasn’t until two held his cheeks open and more fingers played with the plug that he realized there were in fact four hands touching him.

He whimpered into the kiss. God, that was so perverse, so hot.

Rook teased him with his tongue as the fingers on the plug twisted it, tugged it partway out before pushing it back in again.

He shook his head, and Knight chuckled. “Sweet baby. Our hot little size queen.”

Size queen? Him?

Rook moaned. “God, yes. I need to start bringing home some of the merchandise.”

You know it. Big ones. Metal ones. Tiered ones. Vibrating ones.” Knight sounded evil.

Rook jerked against him. “Oh, yes. I’ll do it. Tomorrow, I swear.”

Bring me one of the shower nozzles, too. What do you think, Jase? A long weekend of ass play?”

How did he answer that?



Life is good for Toby and Damon—maybe too good. What happens when someone seems intent on destroying their happiness?

Toby and Damon are growing closer every day, with Toby recovering from the shot to his shoulder and Damon trying to keep him from pushing too hard too fast. Things are good between them.

They’re even better in the bedroom, where Toby is learning all sorts of new things and Damon is happily pushing his limits.

They’ve almost forgotten that someone doesn’t seem as happy with their closeness as they are, when Toby walks into his studio to find it trashed and his little apartment ransacked. Are the authorities going to be able to apprehend the culprit before Toby decides the best course of action is to remove himself from the equation?

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Toby turned the music up louder, hoping that it would let him focus, push past the ache. The doctor had cleared him to work, to sculpt, so he’d headed to the studio first thing, started cleaning and hauling clay.

Jeannie had called him two weeks ago, letting him know she was moving out. Pregnant. He didn’t think she ever actually had sex, and she was pregnant? Weird. Cool, though, and she’d sounded so excited, so Toby didn’t even fret.


He hadn’t been back to the apartment in even longer than that, Damon insisting he stay while he was under orders not to use his arm.

Right now, the pain burned in his shoulder, the ache deep and throbbing inside him.

His phone rang and he almost didn’t look. Almost. When he did, though, he saw that it was Damon and he was glad he’d checked.

His ass tingled at the sight of his lover’s picture, and he answered quickly. “Hello?”

Mmm. Hello.” God, Damon could be…slinky when he wanted to.

Hey.” Toby turned the music down, leaned against the wall.

Hey. This is your ‘I hope you’re not pushing things too hard’ call.”

Huh?” He was drenched with sweat, burning, and still not quite focused on the call, on anything that wasn’t his art.

I’m at the door, Toby. Let me in.”

Why didn’t you just come in?” Toby headed to the door, opened it.

It’s your studio and you didn’t hear me knocking.”

Damon turned off his phone and came in, giving him a hug. Toby leaned in, suddenly shaking, exhausted.

Oh, baby. I had a hunch you’d overdo.” Supporting him, Damon led him over to the one chair his studio boasted.

I’m fine. Did you see the new piece?”

No, you’re not fine, but you will be. And no, I didn’t. You were all I saw.”

Toby swayed, beginning to cool off, sweat drying. The real world beginning to come into focus again.

You stay sitting,” Damon ordered. “I can look at your new piece from here.”

I may have lost my touch…” What if he had? What if Damon hated the new piece?

Damon snorted. “I highly doubt that.”

I hope not.” He didn’t think he could bear that. Sculpting was his life, and after he’d gotten shot in the shoulder and hadn’t been able to work… Well, he needed to work, it was as simple as that.

So tell me about this piece,” Damon demanded.

It’s for the gallery. It’s called Pain.” It was his shoulder, formed into a bullet. He’d poured it all into the clay.

Damon got up and went over to where he’d been working. “Ouch.”

Yeah. Yeah, love.” That was it. Ouch. Exactly what he’d been going for.

You really are an amazing artist,” Damon said softly, still looking at the piece. “I can feel your pain.”

Yeah? Not too hokey?” Was Damon just being nice? Had he lost his edge?

There is nothing hokey about the emotion in this piece.” Damon looked over at him, met his gaze. “And I promise I’m not blowing sunshine up your ass, baby.”

Toby took in a jerky breath. Thank God. “Good. Can we go home now?” He found himself close to tears. “I’m really sore and tired.”

You pushed yourself too hard.” Damon clucked and came over, helping him stand. “And yes, let’s go home.”

What would he do without Damon? He knew he didn’t want to find out. Toby leaned over, kissed Damon’s cheek. Damon turned his head so they were kissing lips to lips. The kiss lingered, then Damon pulled back and they headed out, Damon’s hand warm around his.

Did it feel good?” Damon asked. “Working?”

Uh-huh. It doesn’t now, but it did.” Now everything just hurt, but the need to work that had been clawing at him from the inside was gone.

Good. So maybe you’ll stay home tomorrow and rest, hmm?”

Maybe. Maybe, yeah.” Just the thought of lifting his arm made him a little sick.

I’ll tie you to the bed again if I have to.” Damon’s words sounded like a promise.

Be nice.” He almost offered Damon his wrists.

I am being very nice. Helpful, even.”

Damon put him in the car, which was parked just out front. He moaned as he sat, his muscles protesting. It wasn’t far, but he wasn’t sure now that he could have walked back to Damon’s place.

Damon came around and leaned over, putting his seatbelt on for him. “There’s some Tylenol in the glove compartment.”

Thanks.” He took three, hoping they worked. There was a bottle of water in the cup holder, too, and by the time he’d downed half of it following the pills, Damon was pulling into a parking spot behind the Corner Pub.

Home.” Toby knew he shouldn’t think of this as home, but he did. It was.

Yeah.” Damon came around and helped him out of the car, taking his good hand and leading him up the back way.

By the time they got up the stairs, he was sweating again and really glad Damon had come when he had. Toby wasn’t sure how he’d have gotten home otherwise. He probably would have crashed at the apartment and he didn’t want to—he wanted to be here with Damon.



Sometimes unpredictable is exactly what’s needed, but can Corner Pub owner Damon convince shy Thursday night regular Toby of that?

Damon loves his life—his bar, his employees and his beer. He especially loves Thursdays. That's when the mysterious little red-head dances into his bar, drinks two honey wheat brews, and flits right back out.

Toby's comfortable. He has a good job, great friends, and he gets paid to do what he loves—sculpt. His life is great, if a little predictable. And if he secretly wears a plug to Corner Pub every Thursday, well...that's nobody's business but his.

But when Toby meets Damon, his predictable little life flies right out the window. Damon shows him the big, wide world of the Dom/sub lifestyle, plugs and piercings, and teaches him that maybe, unpredictable is exactly what Toby needed all along.

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Damon tapped the keg and smiled at Pete. The on tap beer was back up for sale. The new microbrew was proving popular, and he needed to order it in bigger quantities. He’d been looking for a local company to pair up with—maybe he’d just found one.

He wiped his hands on a rag, patted Pete on the back and made the rounds of his bar, making sure everyone was happy, but not sloppy drunk, keeping an eye on Freddie, the sweet twink who was moving between the tables and the bar, serving drinks and flirting like crazy.


It was just another Thursday night at the Corner Pub.

His eyes went to the stool at the corner of the bar where the quiet redhead sat drinking the first of two honey wheat brews, just like he had every Thursday night for what? Three years?

He’d made up a thousand fantasies over what the guy’s story was. The man was lovely—shoulder length, bright red hair, always in jeans and a button-up, skin pale as milk. He never spoke to anyone—didn’t check his phone constantly, didn’t scowl or anything.

Damon thought that if there was a Thursday when the man didn’t show, he’d be alarmed. But so far, the redhead hadn’t missed a single one. Damon spent another moment simply watching. There was something incredibly intriguing about the man.

He didn’t know why he chose this Thursday to do it, but Damon found himself moving behind the bar and heading for the redhead at the end of it. “You ever want to change things up, let me know.”

Pardon me?” Eyes the colour of sherry blinked at him, so lovely.

You always have two honey wheat brews. If you want to try something else, let me know.”

Oh, thank you. These are very tasty.” The man’s voice was husky, soft.

That had him grinning. “I figure they have to be—you come in for two of them every week.”

I do. It’s your place, hmm?”

It is.” He held his hand out to the man. “Damon Wattle.”

Toby Baer.” The man’s hand was warm, callused.

Nice to meet you.” Which seemed weird to say, given the man had been in here once a week for three years.


Love Matters

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  • Love Matters

For ten years they’ve done things Trey’s way. Now Lucien wants more. He wants to be with his lover full-time. Is Trey ready? Will he ever be?

Ten years after they first met and fell in love, Lucien and Trey are still together—after a fashion. Terrified that he’s going to become entirely dependent on Lucien, Trey calls his lover to come spend four to five days with him whenever he finishes a novel. Lucien wants more, but up until now has been willing to bow to Trey’s wishes.

Finally broaching the idea of seeing each other more often, during Trey’s writing periods, Lucien suggests that they begin to date each other on Friday nights. Trey agrees to the experiment and begins to flourish as Lucien gets him out of the house more—to eat, to swim, to visit the beach.

But can Trey remain faithful to his work ethic, get the job done with his novels and enjoy the distractions and adventures Lucien plans for him? Or will Lucien’s desire to have more break them apart?

Only time will tell.

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Trey finished the edits on his latest novel and leaned back, head pounding. Lord, that one had been a bear. Nearly six months he’d been fighting this novel and he was finally going to send it off. Hallelujah.

Brian, are you out there?” He waited for the sound of his assistant’s steps on the tile.

Right here, boss. What do you need?”


The edits are done. They’ll go to Andrea. I need to make sure that the new headset I ordered will be here Monday. I need my phone and a cup of coffee with cream and then you can have the rest of the week off.”

Oh. Oh, wow. Trey. Thanks. Five day weekend!” Brian was clearly pleased at the prospect.

Trey nodded, smiled. “Oh, can you please make sure that Dodger’s food is on the counter where I can get it, too?” It wouldn’t do to let his guide dog and best friend on four legs go hungry because he couldn’t find the kibble.

Sure, boss. Do you need me to get you some supper?”

No, I’m going to call a friend.” He’d finished another book. He and Lucien had a standing appointment and this time, he not only wanted what the man offered, he needed it. He’d wait for Brian to leave, though. This was not a conversation to be had where he could be overheard.

Relaxing, he asked his computer to turn on his music. Bach poured over him, rich and heavy, and he nodded along, humming. He couldn’t wait to make that call, to hear Lucien’s gruff voice. To feel… His cock filled, swelled and he wiggled on his chair. Keep it together, man.

The sound of Brian’s footsteps on the tile coming closer helped him get his erection under control. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass his assistant—or himself, for that matter.

I have your coffee and your phone.”

He heard Brian set them on his desk.

The coffee is at two o’clock, half a foot from the edge of the desk. The phone is at nine o’clock. And your headset will be here Monday before noon. Are you sure there isn’t anything else you want me to do?”

No. No, I’m good. I’m planning on staying in this weekend. I have enough dog food, yeah?” Not that Lucien wouldn’t go get him some if he didn’t, but he’d rather spend his time with Lucien doing other things. Any shopping they did would not be for dog food or anything else as mundane as that.

You do, yes. And he’s out in the yard, playing. Do you want me to call him in?”

No. No, he’ll use the doggie door. We’ve got this down. I’ll see you Monday at ten, hmm?” It was all he could do not to shoo Brian out of the door.

I’ll be here, boss. Have a great weekend!”

You too, man.” Trey sat back, waiting for the sound of the front door locking, followed by the odd high-pitched whine of Brian’s moped motor.

As soon as the buzz from the moped disappeared, he grabbed his phone. “Call Lucien.”

The phone rang only once before it was answered. “Trey.”

I need you. It’s in—Darkness. I have until Monday morning.” Five days. No working, no words fighting him, just him and Lucien. For five days. It bore repetition.

I’ll be there in twenty. And boy, you’d better have a plug in when I get there.”

The phone went dead, and Trey groaned, rubbing the placket of his slacks. Oh, fuck. Fuck yes. Twenty minutes.

The only question was, did he put in the plug or not, and if he did, which one? Whatever he decided would set the tone for the next five days. If he didn’t, it would be punishments and torture. If he used the large one then he would get pampered. If he used a small plug…

That was it. A sweet, little plug. Obedience, but not enough. Lucien would spend the entire weekend pushing him, putting in dildo after dildo, plug after plug, each one larger than the last. Perfect.

Trey headed out of his office, down the hall and into the kitchen. He knew his home by heart and could walk around without worrying about trying to orient himself or figure out where he was—or bumping into anything. Brian knew full well to keep everything exactly where it was.

In the kitchen, he poured himself a glass of water and fed Dodger, the sound of those click-clack claws on the tile as Dodger came in, responding to the sound of the kibble hitting the bowl, making him laugh. “Hey, boy. Your favorite person is coming over.”

Dodger barked twice for Trey, as if he understood. He had no doubt that Dodger did.

I know! We haven’t seen him in months.” They had an arrangement. Trey needed peace to write, needed complete order and control of his life, and Lucien… Well, Lucien stole that from him. So every time a novel was done, Trey indulged. It wasn’t perfect, but it worked for them.

And if he didn’t want a long weekend of punishments, he’d better get that plug in. The thought gave him a jolt of excitement. Lucien was magical, making him feel so much, getting him out of his head and fulfilling all his needs. He wasn’t sure anymore how he’d managed before Lucien had come into his life.

Trey checked the time, pressing the button on his watch and listening to the readout. He still had ten minutes before Lucien would be here—and he knew Lucien well enough to know that the door would open at precisely twenty minutes from the end of their call. That gave him enough time to brush his teeth, maybe even get himself off.

He headed to the bathroom, stopping to turn the music to low. He washed his face, ran the electric shaver over his cheeks, brushed his teeth, then he searched in the bottom drawer of the vanity. There were three plugs there—one that was the size of a cock, one the size of a finger and the third… That was the one Lucien called the punishment plug. That was for emergencies—like when Lucien couldn’t come over because he was out of town on business. Then there was the phone and that thick plug and tears and his own hand. Though to be fair, that had only happened once. Still, it had been one time too many.

Tonight Lucien would bring his own treats.

Trey took out the thin plug and headed toward the bedroom. Lucien had his own key and would be expecting Trey to be in the bedroom, naked, plugged and waiting. It made him feel naughty in the best possible way.

He undressed, before folding his clothes neatly and setting them on the dresser, then he slid under the covers, tracing the smooth plastic of the plug, testing the give. He slipped it into himself with the barest minimum of lube—hell, he barely felt it, but the act of sliding it in his needy hole gave him goosebumps. It was a promise of things to come.

Trey had barely seated the plug when Dodger barked, his claws noisy on the tile as he raced to the front door.

Trey curled up under the covers, focusing on the sound of Lucien’s heavy steps on the floor. He heard Lucien giving Dodger his due first, loving on his mutt. Oh, go, Lucien—he had found the kick spot and it sounded as if Dodger was trying to dig a hole to China.

Lucien laughed. “Okay, boy. I need to find your Master. See what kind of weekend we’re going to have.”

God, Trey loved that sound. Lucien’s laugh was full-bodied, rich, happy—like the deep voice that made his cock jerk, filling.

There was a last bark from Dodger, then Lucien’s footsteps heading to the bathroom. The tap ran for a few moments, and he knew that Lucien would be washing his hands. Then, finally, the footsteps headed straight for him.

Trey smiled, inhaling the delicious scent of wood smoke and spice and wind.

Someone is hiding under the covers. Would you like the room warmed?” Lucien’s rich voice poured over him like honey.

Good evening, Sir. I felt odd, spread out and naked.”

That’s how I like you, though. A feast, just waiting for me.”

Trey could hear the subtle sound of buttons sliding through their holes, and he sat up, desperate to see, to touch.

When I’m naked, Trey.”

Lucien always had had the ability to seem to be able to read his mind—or read him, at least. Was it easier if you could see? He thought it probably was.

Trey explored the blanket’s edge, the puckering where the stitches were—anything to keep himself busy, to keep his hands from running over his own body, wrapping around his cock. God, the waiting was torture.

He could hear each step as Lucien undressed—Lucien’s shirt shushing as it slithered from Lucien’s shoulders, the zipper of Lucien’s pants slowly being drawn down.

The scent of his lover grew stronger, too, like the best kind of perfume on the air. He swore he could tell when Lucien’s boxers were pushed down, too, the thick cock springing out.

You’re naked now.” And he wanted to touch.


Love in G Minor

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Sometimes a third is exactly what a pair needs.

Stephen and Jack play a lot. These long-time lovers are constantly testing boundaries, fighting a delicious battle for control. When they meet young waiter Benji, they’re both intrigued. Such innocence doesn’t come along often and they decide Benji is the best thing on the menu.

Benji feels like he’s in over his head with this sophisticated pair, but it might be Stephen’s musical and artistic temperament that makes three a crowd. Can Jack and Stephen hit just the right note? Or will Benji end up out in the cold?

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Jack let himself in and threw his briefcase at the table in his office, grinning without humor as it thumped loudly. What a fucking shitty day.

He’d managed to lose a sizeable chunk of someone else’s money and, damn it, that made him cranky. It didn’t matter if the client had insisted on buying the damned stock—if he’d done his job right, he could have made lemonade somehow, at least controlled the damage, but no. Several million down the tubes.


He headed on down the hall and tossed his jacket at the bed, yanking on his tie. “Stevie? Where are you?” he bellowed.

Trying to read in the library, but someone was being a noisy bastard.” Stephen leaned against the bedroom doorframe, long, platinum hair artfully disheveled, glasses perched on that pointed nose.

You did hear me come in, then—took you long enough to show up.” He glowered for a moment before crowing in triumph when the damned tie finally gave way.

A dead man in Toledo could have heard you.” He got a half-smile, Stephen’s slender fingers helping him with the tie.

He hummed, moving to settle his hands on Stephen’s waist. It was hard to stay in a bad mood when the scent of your lover filled your nose. He made a show of it, raising his head a little, sniffing the air.

Stephen stepped a little closer, rubbing them together. “Sensual bastard.”

You love it,” he shot back, stroking Stephen’s hips through soft woolen pants with his thumbs.

You keep telling yourself that.” Those blue eyes were sharp, shining, wanting him. Loving him.

He snorted and closed their mouths together, taking the hard kiss he wanted, grunting as Stephen responded, pushing his lover back up against the wall. Stephen pushed his fingers into Stephen’s hair, tugging them closer together.

His cock was hard, aching, need like a drum at the back of his head, beating low and fast. He started to hump, pushing Stephen hard against the wall with each push. God, he wanted it. Hot and hard and fast, then hot and slow and intense.

Stephen reached down, nails burning along his spine. He gasped. Yeah. Oh yeah, that’s what he desired, what he wanted.

More,” he growled, shoving harder, getting a hand between them in order to open their pants.

Pushy.” The sound of his dress shirt tearing was like a snarl.

He arched, moaning. “You know it.”

He got their zippers down, got his hand around both their cocks, working them nice and hard.

Stephen bit his bottom lip, hard enough to sting. “Yes. More.”

A shot of lightning went through him at the bite. Fuck, he loved this. Loved this man.

Jack stroked his thumb across the tips of their cocks, nail dragging over the sensitive flesh. A sharp cry pushed into his mouth, Stephen arching against him. He did it again, the pain going up his spine, settling in his balls as tight, hot need.

Love!” Stephen’s heat sprayed over him, the scent heady.

Yeah.” He just needed… He squeezed the head of his cock tight and cried out, his cum joining Stephen’s.

Stephen relaxed, nuzzling his neck, nipping and licking. He moaned, tugging Stephen’s shirt off and working his lover’s pants down. “Wanna tie you to the bed and fuck you blind.”

You think you can?” Stephen was still hard, scorpion tattoo looking as if it was headed for those heavy balls.

He laughed, fingers tracing the black ink. “What—tie you up or fuck you blind?”

Either or.” Stephen’s skin was covered in goosebumps.

Oh, I think I can. And, what’s more, you know I can.” He leaned in and scraped his teeth along Stephen’s collarbone. That pale, pale skin turned a light pink, blushing for him. He hummed, biting this time, thumbnail sliding along the scorpion’s tail.

The low noise came with the tug and pull of Stephen’s fingers in his hair. Moaning, Jack wriggled his hips then stepped out of his pants. Then he was turning Stephen, pushing him toward the bed. Stephen made him work for it, long body pressed against him, cock hard and proud.

It excited him, fighting Stephen for dominance, for control. He shoved Stephen down onto the bed, following with his body.

Such a pushy bastard.” Stephen arched up, rubbing, sliding against him.

I try.” He smiled down at his lover and reached beneath his pillow, pretty damned sure he had at least one set of handcuffs there.

Try harder.” Stephen laughed for him, twisting beneath him, that long body spinning.

He chuckled. “You moved the fucking cuffs.”

Don’t want you to get bored, babe.”

No chance of that.” He buried his lips against Stephen’s neck, nipping lightly.

Oh!” Stephen gasped, body moving in needy, restless jerks. Yeah, Stephen wasn’t bored either.

He rolled, bringing Stephen with him, finding his lover’s shoulder with his teeth as he reached under the mattress for his backups.

Jack! Love! Oh, fuck!”

Jack grabbed for him, pulling him closer. Fuck, he loved the fight. Maybe he’d only cuff one hand.

He rolled them again, getting Stephen on his back, and flipped the cuffs around one wrist and on the bedpost, shackling one arm. Stephen’s motions slowed, careful not to damage those wrists, those talented, musical hands.

You shouldn’t have hidden the fur-lined ones,” Jack teased, turning his lover so that ass was high in the air.

Wasn’t thinking.” There was a dark ‘J’ inked on the join of Stephen’s thigh and ass, an intricate design of Telemann’s Overture in A Minor covering the small of his back.

Jack bent and traced that J with his tongue, teeth dragging behind. Those long thighs parted, balls swaying, the scent of Stephen strong. Growling, he lowered his head, taking one of Stephen’s balls in his mouth.

Oh…” Stephen stilled, panting, skin wrinkling under his tongue.

He laughed around the sensitive globe and let Stephen feel his teeth.

Jack.” The whisper was rough, hungry, Stephen spreading. Yeah, there was his needy lover, right there with him.

He pushed his thumb into Stephen’s hole, his cock throbbing, aching to be buried in the tight heat. Stephen squeezed him, groaning, muscles fluttering around his thumb. He shuddered and bit down on the ball in his mouth again.

Stephen cried out, the chain on the cuffs tinkling.

Groaning, he slowly let Stephen’s ball go. “Gonna beg for me, Stevie?” he asked, pushing his thumb in deeper.

Not a chance.” That little hole squeezed again.

Damn.” He chuffed softly and went for the other ball, adding his other thumb in Stephen’s ass. Stephen rocked, body taking him in, tugging at him. He nipped at the ball sac then bit at Stephen’s ass. “You want more, Stevie?”

My name is Stephen.” Oh, yeah. Stephen wanted more. Stubborn man.

It is?” He let one thumb slide out, rubbing along the wrinkled flesh.

Stephen growled low, hole twitching under his touch. He buried his nose in the small of Stephen’s back, breathing in the scents of skin and sweat, musk and cum. He rubbed his cock along the back of Stephen’s thigh, teasing them both.

Stephen moaned, the sound soft, husky. “So hot.”

You want a piece of it, Stevie?” He shoved his second thumb back in, pushing harder against Stephen’s thigh. He was going to make his lover fly.

Oh. Jack. Love…” Stephen moaned, hips shifting, fucking slamming back toward him.

Oh, that was almost as good as begging. Almost.

He pulled both thumbs out this time, hand going to Stephen’s balls, fondling them roughly.

Bastard.” Stephen lifted his head, hair wild and mussed, panting for it.

He slid his hand along Stephen’s cock, pinching the head and sliding back down. “Your bastard.”

Yes.” His lover rippled, nodded. “Mine.”

Yeah.” He traced the intricate tattoo on the small of Stephen’s back with his tongue, letting the tip of his cock slide along Stephen’s legs.

Oh. I want…” Stephen arched, moaning low.

He continued to lick. “Beg, Stevie. Tell me how much.”

He could feel Stephen fight it, loving the way those slim hips rocked and shifted against him. “Been days. Days.”

I know.” Fuck, he loved that stubborn streak.

His cock bumped Stephen’s hole, promising, threatening, and his lover growled, the sound sexy, wild. “Do it. Jack. I need, now. Fuck me. Need your cock, yeah? Need you.”

Mmm, are you begging me, Stevie?”

The cuffs jingled again. “No. Bastard.”

He groaned. Fucking stubborn, beautiful asshole.

He let his cock drag across Stephen’s hole again, then collapsed onto his back next to Stephen, stroking himself, letting Stephen watch.

He got a disbelieving look. “Jack? You’ve got that hand every fucking day.”

He pasted on a lazy, unconcerned smile. “You want it? You know what you need to do.”

Fuck off.” Stephen’s free hand reached back, three fingers sliding deep into that tight little hole. Oh fuck, that was beautiful, his Stephen flushed and hard, riding.

Shit, he was going to go off from watching if he wasn’t careful. “Don’t you make me cuff your other wrist, Stevie.”

Too fucking busy jacking off to do it.” Stephen rippled, eyes hot and watching him.

He reached lazily with one hand, looking for something to use, crowing when he found his tie.

Fucking love that smile…”

He surged up, pushing his tongue down Stephen’s throat. He grabbed Stephen’s hand, pulling his long fingers out of that fine ass and looping the tie around the beautiful wrist. Stephen bucked beside him, rubbing hard, trying to get off.

He looped the other end of the tie around a bedpost, effectively shackling Stephen’s second hand. Then he went back to jacking off. “You still refuse to beg?”

Bitch.” Stephen’s growl was part fury, part need.

He pushed his own growl of frustration into a hum, working his cock slowly. The trick was to outlast Stephen’s stubborn streak. Of course that didn’t mean he couldn’t tilt the scales a little. He collected the liquid from the tip of his cock and painted Stephen’s lips with it. Stephen groaned, lips wrapping around his finger and sucking hard.

He couldn’t hide the ripple that went through him, so he had to start playing dirty. He slid his free hand down to play with Stephen’s balls, teasing and tugging on them. Stephen groaned and spread for him, mouth still bobbing on his fingers. He reached back to Stephen’s ass again, letting his fingernail scrape along the wrinkled skin around Stephen’s hole.

Oh…” Stephen’s head lifted. “Want you.”

Yeah?” He scraped again. “You absolutely sure you do?”

Yes. Yes, Jack. Fuck me. Make me yours.”

He moved back onto his knees behind Stephen, running his fingers in hard lines along Stephen’s back, nails leaving marks. He nudged at the hot little hole that he wanted into in the worst way. “You ready to beg for it, Stevie?”

Oh. Oh, fuck. Please. Please, Jack. I need…”

He shouted triumphantly and pushed into the best place on earth he knew. Arching, Stephen moaned, words pouring from his lover. He grabbed Stephen’s shoulders for leverage and started thrusting away, fucking his lover with everything he had. Stephen met each thrust, their bodies slamming together, skin slapping.

It was raw and wild and exactly what he needed.

He got one hand around Stephen’s cock, tugging roughly as he continued to plow in.

Fuck! Jack!” Stephen bucked, ass squeezing him like a fist.

He rubbed his thumb at the base of Stephen’s cock, the spot that made his lover nuts. “Come for me, Stevie. Show me how fucking good it is.”

Jack!” There it was, hot and needy, wet and musky and Stephen.

He moaned, shoving into Stephen and losing his load. It shook him from his head to his toes and all points in between, and, damn, that made the day better.

Stephen moaned, relaxing beneath him. “Hey.”

He moaned, kissing the back of Stephen’s neck. “Hey.”

Pulling out made him grunt, but he did it, leaning up to release Stephen’s hands from their bonds before collapsing next to his lover. Stephen scooted close, skin soft and warm against him.

Hey, Stevie,” he murmured, tugging his lover closer.

Mmm…love you. Bad day better now?”

All better.”

He turned Stephen’s face up, giving his lover a warm kiss, full of banked passion. Stephen cupped his face, tongue sliding along his.

Jack hummed into the kiss, then lay there, stroking Stephen’s skin. “We got anything planned tonight?”

Nothing magical, no.”

Let’s go to Swann’s, then. Have a nice meal together.” Stephen in good clothes made him horny.

I’ll call and reserve our table. Although, God knows who’ll we’ll get. Sweet Trevor went home to Alabama.”

I’m not fussy—I just want someone who won’t spill the food. And who has a nice ass. And who looks at you as if you’re dessert and me as if I’m a god.” He sighed. “Why ever did Trevor leave?”

He got a sugar daddy. Somebody big and buff to take care of that adorable body.”

Good for him! Even if it does leave us without the best waiter in town.”

They’d had a taste of that body more than once. Trevor played nicely, liked his sex a little kinky.

Yeah, I know.” Stephen pouted. “And left us low on playmates.”

We’ll have to go cruising, Stevie.” Not tonight, though. He didn’t need the pressure, wasn’t in the mood for sharing his lover, even if the payoff was a sweet sub they could take turns fucking into oblivion.

Yeah. Later.” Oh, yeah. That was one of the things he loved about Stephen. The man knew him, knew what he needed. Sometimes gave it to him. Usually made him work for it, though, and he loved that, too.

He rolled Stephen onto his back and lay on top of that long body. Maybe they’d order pizza.