Sunday, January 18, 2015

HIGHLAND HEART by Stormy Glenn & Olivia Black

King’s Command 1
By Stormy Glenn & Olivia Black
By the King’s Command…
Called before the new king, Laird Artúr was shocked to see his old lover walking through the door. His anger ignited when the king commanded they mate and fortify his borders to the north. He was heartbroken when he discovered that his new mate had no recollection of their time together. Can he forgive Dainéal and let go of the past to build a future or will his resentment end what they could have before it begins?
Laird Dainéal balks at being commanded to mate, especially to a man he knows has to be insane. Despite how much Artúr insists that they have met before, Dainéal has no memory of the man. And he would have remembered a man that was so sexy he made Dainéal’s teeth ache.
Commanded by their king to establish a stronghold to the north, Artúr and Dainéal have to fight not only their past but those that want to keep them from their future. When betrayal comes from within, the bond between them may be the only thing that saves them.
Artúr groaned as he rolled over and snuggled against the warm naked body curled up on the mattress next to him. He probably shouldn’t have drunk so damn much the night before but the party had been going so well, and the drinks flowing like water.
His head was pounding. Oh wait. That was the door.
With the thought of killing whoever was making his head throb, Artúr rolled to the side of the bed and got to his feet. He winced when his bare feet touched the cold stone floor. He missed the furs he had at home. Artúr stumbled to the large wooden door, and flung it open, ready to take the head off of whoever had interrupted his sleep.
Or not.
“Can I help you?” he asked as he took in the two extremely large royal guards standing in his doorway. Well, they kind of stood just beyond it. They wouldn’t fit in his doorway at the same time. Artúr wasn’t even sure they would fit through the doorway one at a time.
What did they feed these guys?
Oh, right…cows…entire cows.
“Laird Artúr,” one of the guards said in a booming voice that made Artúr wince, “the king has requested your presence in the throne room.” 
Artúr blinked. “Now?”
It wasn’t even light out yet. Artúr was pretty sure he had just gone to sleep. And he had really been enjoying himself. The cute little cocktail server he had taken to his bed last night was still tucked in his bed, which was exactly where Artúr wanted to be.
When the guard just continued to look down at him with a deadpan expression, Artúr rolled his eyes. These guys had no mercy, or sense of humor. “Do I have time to take a shower?” It wasn’t against the law to appear before the king smelling of sex but it was kind of rude.
The guard leaned forward and sniffed, his lip curling back in a disgusted grimace. Considering he was standing there stark ass naked with a gorgeous little blond in his bed, what had created that smell shouldn’t have been surprising.
“Ten minutes,” The guard said.
“Thank you.”
“We’ll wait.”
Or course they would. Both guards turned and took up positions in front of the door. Artúr stared at them for a moment before remembering he only had ten minutes. He shut the door and turned, rubbing his hand down his face as he tried to pull together the inebriated brain cells in his head.
Called before the king.
While the previous night was a little bit of a blur, Artúr was pretty sure he hadn’t done anything that would bring his clan shame or land him in the dungeon. And, while he wasn’t the king’s favorite, he wasn’t his enemy either.
Things had been tense in the highlands but they were tense everywhere. Relation between humans and dragons had been tense for centuries. It was nothing new. And even if they were tense, there had been no real battles between the two races in several years.
After taking over as laird after his father’s death, he had worked very hard to bring about a truce between his clan and the dragon clutch that shared his highland territory. So far, except for a few small skirmishes by idiots with too much time on their hands and alcohol in their systems, things had been relatively quiet.
Artúr was really hoping to keep it that way.
He walked into the bathroom and climbed into the tub, thankful for the wonderful copper tubing that brought hot water into his bath with the turn of knob. Artúr scrubbed down, doing the quickest wash job he had done since military school. Shit, shower, and shave. He had been an expert at getting it done in under ten minutes. Of course, that had been over fifteen years ago. He preferred long hot soaks in the tub now days.
Artúr dried himself off just enough so that his clothes wouldn’t stick to his body and then walked back into the bedroom, heading straight to his traveling bag. Thankfully, he had packed for a few days when he had been ordered to attend the king’s coronation—a month long affair.
He grabbed out a clean pair of black leather pants with matching black leather vest. The white shirt he wore underneath the vest was tight around his torso but loose in the arms, tapering down to his wrists. Artúr finished off his outfit with black leather boots that came up to just below his knees and his silver ceremonial dagger in a sheath at his hip.
Artúr ran his fingers through his hair as he headed for the door, pulling it open and stepping out. He cast one last regretful look at the gorgeous little man still sleeping in his bed and then shut the door. He would so much rather be back in bed with the sexy little server right now. Attending the king first thing in the morning was not his idea of a good time. Still, an order was an order and if he was going to be restrained, he preferred to do it with a lover and not the guy in charge of the dungeon…unless he was really cute.
Artúr waved his hand, gesturing down the hallway. “Lead the way.”

Artúr moaned and shifted under the thick blanket. He was having the most amazing dream, but somehow he knew he was waking up from it. He didn’t want it to end. Warm moisture surrounded his cock as suction slowly built, sending his body into a whirlwind of pleasure that he hoped never to recover from.
Shivers coursing throughout Artúr’s body as tingles of sheer delight spread across his skin from the warmth of Dainéal’s body. His legs fell to the side as his head rolled back. This was too much. Dainéal’s tongue was teasing his cock as the dragon lapped at his shaft, running his tongue along the length.
“Shit!” Artúr shouted when Dainéal began to hum around his dick. The vibrations were felt all the way to his toes. Dainéal’s unnaturally long tongue flickered over the very tip of Artúr’s cock, his lips creating a vacuum seal around his shaft, nearly making him come.
Dainéal murmured Artúr’s name around his cock, sending Artúr into a wild frenzy of lust. He began to fuck Dainéal’s mouth in earnest, watching as the head of his cock slid down the dragon’s throat over and over again. Artúr’s legs shook, his body stiffening as his orgasm drew ever closer.
Was it too early to come?
His back arched, and he cried out when Dainéal slid his fingers into Artúr’s ass, making his cum erupt in spurts of white ribbons. Artúr’s head rolled back, his mouth hanging open as his orgasm took over. He was powerless and mindless right now as the feeling of lightning shot through his body.
“My turn.”
Artúr blinked, trying to clear his cloudy vision.
His turn?
“Wha—Oh, mother of pearl!” Artúr’s entire body clenched as he was impaled on the glorious studded dick from his dreams, one that inquisitively poked and prodded in all the right places. The arched ridges that encircled the thick shaft scraped along Artúr’s sweet spot with every thrust.
The astonishing length and impressive girth took Artúr’s breath away. It had been way too many years since he had felt something of that size in his ass.
Glancing up, Artúr saw that Dainéal’s vivid blue eyes burned with an intense hunger that took Artúr’s breath away. The dragon was going to eat him alive.
Artúr closed his eyes and pushed back. One hard thrust buried the thick, steel-hard erection into Artúr’s body to the hilt. Artúr could feel his heart struggling to keep up with the demands his arousal was placing on it as Dainéal began to move inside of him.
“I’m going to fuck you until I come in your hot, tight ass,” Dainéal whispered into Artúr’s ear.
“God, yes!” His throbbing cock bobbed gracefully, the cool air sweeping around its heat, teasing Artúr further. He arched his back higher as a breathless moan escaped his lips “So deep…inside. God, Dainéal…I can feel you.”
Dainéal pounded Artúr’s ass harder. Artúr’s body arched into the dragon’s as Dainéal plunged into him over and over again, the small nubs that line the length of Dainéal’s cock caressing him, enticing him, drawing a moan from deep within his soul. Every inch of his body was hypersensitive and greedy for the man’s touch. Artúr couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t hold Dainéal tight enough. He was desperate, a coil of need tightening inside of him.
Artúr tightened his inner muscles as the ridges that ran from the root of Dainéal's shift up to his bellybutton rubbed along the sensitive sac beneath his cock. There was so much stimulation, Artúr didn’t know how much longer he would last.
“Dainéal…oh my…fuck…Dainéal…” It had been so long since he had felt this level of ecstasy. No one he had been with over the last fifteen years had given Artúr this much pleasure.
Only Dainéal.
And Dainéal was driving him insane with pleasure as it washed over Artúr’s body. His balls drew up tight against his body and he knew it wouldn’t be long. Not when Dainéal was fucking him so thoroughly.
“Artúr!” Dainéal cried, “Can't stop, can't…”
“Do it!” Artúr said when he saw that Dainéal’s canines had dropped down.
When Dainéal bit into Artúr’s shoulder, that was all she wrote. Artúr arched his back and screamed as the pleasure burst inside of him. With a rush of liquid that would have terrified him at any other time, Artúr came, and came hard. Dainéal plunged deep and hard, elongating Artúr’s climax. Never had he come so hard and so exhaustingly. It felt like his seed was being jerked from his soul rather than the tight sac beneath his cock.
Hips sharply pistoned, meeting Artúr's ass with every upward thrust, breaths became short and ragged. With a lick of his long tongue, Dainéal sealed the wound and gave a few more thrusts, then buried himself deep as he came hard.
Artúr’s breath caught again when the Dainéal’s cock, already impossibly hard and huge in his ass, thickened, anchoring the dragon inside of Artúr as he pumped his seed deep within Artúr’s ass.
As he went boneless, Dainéal’s rocking motion slowed before the bigger man finally rolled them to the side, their bodies drenched in sweat. The room smelled strongly of sex and sweet pheromones. Artúr took deep gulps of air, trying to catch his breath. It took a few minutes before his brain began to finally function once more.
Part of him wanted to regret what had just happened, but he couldn’t. Even after all the years apart, when Dainéal touched him, it felt the exact same. The dragon had the ability to rip his heart wide open and make him feel.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Meet Me at the Gates by Kelly Wyre


Outer Banks bookstore owner Hyacinth Silver Fox has a secret millennia in the making: her soul was magically entwined with another, and at night she dreams of every lifetime they've ever spent together. The rules of their magic are simple: Hydee always knows her lover, but he, or she, doesn't remember her. It's up to Hydee to find and make her soulmate see they are destined for each other, and this lifetime is no different, but there's one problem: her soulmate is Theo Monk, heartthrob actor and Hollywood's sometime-infamous badboy. Hydee's hope of reuniting is wearing thin, but she has no idea how dire the situation really is.

Because meanwhile in California, Theo Monk is losing his mind. Anxiety and paranoia rule his life, along with his on-again-off-again girlfriend and her entourage. When fear and frustration push him to an edge, Theo cuts and runs as far from his problems as he can without knowing Fate's giving him one last shot to unite with the only person who can help him. Hydee and Theo must save one another before hope runs out and Hydee's despair and Theo's fear keep them apart forever.

Hydee stared at the pile of pillows at the base of her wall. “I remember the first time I dreamed of him.”

Lynne and Adir inched closer. “Yeah?” Lynne said. “Tell us.”

“You’ve heard it before.”

“I like the dream stories,” Adir said.

Hydee drew a long breath and blew an even longer sigh. “It’s not the earliest life on our timeline, but it’s the first one I remember seeing. I think we were in Africa, and it was a long time ago. In the dream, we met as kids. We were part of the same village by the water. Everyone fished, and he was showing me how he could stab one in the water with the spear his father had made him. We were small and thin and hungry. We wouldn’t live past our early twenties, but I would live those years with him. We had children of our own, and he made our son a spear.” Hydee drank and tried to center herself. “The first time I had that dream, I didn’t even know it was Theo Monk.”

“I know,” Lynne said. “Your mom called him your little dream boy.”

“Oh yeah. Harmless, those dreams. No big deal.” Hydee felt herself smile without mirth. “Then one day Mom and I were in the living room…” Hydee trailed off because she’d recounted this story so many times, she wasn’t sure she could get through it again.

“Go on,” Lynne said when she knew Hydee’s will was faltering.

Hydee closed her eyes. “I was nine, and I was drawing in a notebook and sitting on the floor. Mom was at the table by the front door, smoking next to the open window. It was raining. The TV was on. We had a little thirteen-inch thing that picked up four channels on good days and one on bad days. It was a bad day. So Mom was watching a soap opera.”

The Dawning Light,” Lynne said.

“Yeah, and then he was there. The person in my dreams knocked on the door to some woman’s house on the show, and she opened it, and I knew him.”

“It’s the eyes,” Lynne said softly. “You say it really is something about the eyes.”

Hydee nodded. “The soul looking at me through them is always the same.”

Lynne picked up the story. “So then you did what any kid would do. You pointed at the screen and said, ‘Mama, look! It’s the man I’m going to marry.’ And Glenda’s like”—Lynne mimed taking a drag off a smoke and rasped in a two-pack-a-day voice—“‘Yeah, honey. Me fuckin’ too.’”

Adir laughed a little, as though he wasn’t sure he should, and Hydee ran her hands over her face. “It’s always been way more than a crush.”

“That’s because it is more than a crush,” Lynne pointed out. “You bound your soul to another soul in some magic ritual of the gods some ten bazillion years ago or whatever, and now you dream about you and your soul mate together in every lifetime you’ve ever lived. That’s not a crush, that’s destiny.”

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Monday, January 5, 2015

A Dangerous Reality by Layla Wolfe

Layla Wolfe
Book 1 of The Bent Zealots MC

Keep your lovers close—and your enemies in bed.

My club sent me to track him down.  And when my mission was over, I never wanted another one again.  When I found him, I kicked the crap out of Havelock Singer.  I issued the mightiest beatdown of all time.  Problem is, we’re evenly matched.  We’re equals in every way, and when we finished whaling on each other, exhausted, we fell into each other’s arms.
It’s been the ride of my life.  But loving another man in the MC world is a risky business.  As if our business isn’t already brutal and ruthless enough, Lock’s sergeant-at-arms Stumpy blackmails us into doing some of his dirty work, or be exposed for what we are—a couple of deviants.
This run into the Indian reservation is sleazy and beneath us, but now I’m cornered, and I’ll do anything to keep my sweet Master Lock from being lynched by his club.

When that kingpin Carmine Rojas got a load of my beautiful stallion Turk Blackburn, he’d stop at nothing to have him.  It’s my fault we’re in this situation.  I should’ve kicked Turk’s ass and sent him packing back to The Bare Bones. 
I can hear my destiny calling me.  Either I’ll slink back to my club like a slimy bounty hunter with no morals—and no respect from anyone in my own backyard—or I’ll step up to the plate and be the lion of the day. 
Either way, we’re screwed. Our clubs are going to hound us underground or into another country before we escape this mess—if we don’t die trying.
Publisher’s warning:  This book is not for the faint of heart.  It contains scenes of gay sex, consensual BDSM, illegal doings, dubious consent, and man-on-man violence.

A Dangerous Reality, January 2015
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Artistic Endeavor by Whitley Gray


When friends ask one-night stand connoisseur Michael Esteban to introduce college professor and virgin Cobey Miller to the joys of sex, Michael balks. Lust is his thing, not leading a twenty-five year old novice. But shy Cobey has problems meeting men, and their introduction fuels Michael’s decision to help Cobey become a gay-sex-loving guy. It’ll all be fun and games—unless someone falls in love.

In the dimly lit bar, Michael drummed his fingers on the table. “Maybe you should have let me meet him somewhere without you two along as chaperones.”
Eli chuckled. “It took me a week to convince him to meet you. He’d never go for the blind date thing.”
“Well, he’s late. Sure he’ll show?”
“Relax.” Burke massaged Eli’s neck. “He’ll be here.”
Ordinarily Michael looked forward to sizing up a new man. In fact, he’d already taken stock of every guy in the room. If Cobey didn’t show, the bartender looked like a good prospect. Prolonged eye contact, a big grin, and a wink when serving Michael’s beer. Yep, good prospect. Someone new.
Of course, Cobey would be new. Too new. Michael sighed. How was he supposed to introduce himself? Hello. I’m the guy our mutual friends have asked to be your sex instructor. How’s it hangin’?  Yippee.
“There.” Eli nodded at the entrance. “Just coming in.”
For a moment it was too crowded to see much, but the herd of patrons parted. Michael licked his lips. Well, well, well. The picture hadn’t done Cobey justice. Nicely wide shoulders, narrow hips, hair a man could get a grip on. Dark eyes. A perfect mouth—full but not too full. How was it possible this gorgeous male specimen had never been intimate with another guy? And Michael had the opportunity to be the first one.
I can certainly sacrifice myself for the greater good by teaching him.

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Sunday, January 4, 2015

Wolf's Sacrifice by Draven St. James

Sean Maddox has one basic goal: to protect the Northwest Pack. That priority helps him stay grounded—until the day the pack rescues Liam. Suddenly Sean is finding any excuse to be around the sweet, blind shifter. But trying to focus his thoughts on keeping Liam safe and not exploring the whole laundry list of carnal fantasies he's been having is anything but grounding. It doesn't help that Sean's wolf makes it damn clear it believes Liam belongs to him.

From the first deep breath of Sean Maddox's intoxicating scent, all Liam wants to do is strip naked for the sexy beta and let the wolf claim him. Hiding away his desires seems like the best plan, given after a lifetime in captivity Liam is just learning what it means to be free. What does he know about being a mate? More to the point, would Sean even want him if he knew the truth? 

As Sean and Liam struggle with their growing craving for each other an old enemy steps out of the shadows. With secrets lurking and fate twisting two worlds together a sacrifice must be made, but can the two mates live with the consequences?


“You don’t have to stay here with me,” Liam murmured.
Sean twisted the cap off Liam’s root beer and pressed the condensation-slick bottle to Liam’s hand until his slender fingers curled around it.
“I know,” he responded, studying a drop of moisture slipping off the bottle to make a damp trail along Liam’s hand.
“Guarding me?” After propping the bottle between his thighs, Liam licked the drop that had traveled to the pulsing blue vein of his wrist.
“I can be around you without being part of your protective detail.” Sean swallowed past his suddenly parched throat. The man had no idea how seductive his innocent movements were.
Liam reached out until his hand was on Sean’s thigh. “Just giving you a hard time.”
You have no idea.
His cock perked up and took interest in Liam’s hand being so near. If Liam had any clue how much Sean was drawn to him, the man would probably run full speed in the other direction, no matter how many twigs he tripped over. All Sean’s wolf wanted to do was rub against Liam and put as much of his scent as possible on the man.

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Saturday, January 3, 2015

HAPPY’S EVER AFTER by Stormy Glenn

Cade Creek 1
Happy O’Brian spent the better part of his life isolated from the rest of the world. He was told he was evil down to his soul. It was physically beat into him on a daily basis. He lived with it, believing that his ultra conservative religious grandparents were right until the day his mother was attacked. Seeking help changed Happy’s life in ways he could never imagine and showed him a world he didn’t know existed.
Answering a disturbance call, Deputy Marc Walker meets a man that shocks him with his gentleness. When he discovers Happy’s true nature, Marc wants to know everything about the man. He wants to show him the world.
When the past rears its head, and their lives are put in danger, Happy tries to do the right thing and distance himself from his handsome deputy. But Marc has other plans for his gentle giant and he’s not going to let a little thing like getting shot or having escaped prisoners gunning for them interfere with those plans. Happy will get his happy ever after.
“Deputy Walker, we have a report of a disturbance down at the feed and seed. Gus says there’s a bunch of hoodlums harassing one of his employees out in front of the store.”
Deputy Marc Walker rolled his eyes. “I’m on it, Agnes.” He put his truck into gear and pulled out on to the street, heading through town to the local feed and seed store.  It was more than likely a couple of teenage boys hollering at girls or something.
Considering the small size of the town of Cade Creek, it didn’t take Marc more than few minutes to get across town. When he pulled up in front of Fletcher’s Feed and Seed he discovered that the disturbance was a little bigger than just a couple of teenagers fooling around.
Marc slammed his truck into park and jumped out, running up to the fight happening in the street in front of the store. “That’s quite enough!” he shouted as he pulled Jeff Murkily and his brother Brad off of another man. He stepped between the three men, pushing them apart. “Enough!”
“He started it!” Jeff said right away, pointing to the other man.
Marc’s mouth dropped as he looked at the other man, and realized he was looking at the man’s chest. He had to raise his eyes up several inches to see his face.
“What happened here?”
“We were just minding our own business when this meathead came up and started shouting at us,” Jeff said. “When we told him to leave us alone, he started throwing punches.”
“We were just defending ourselves,” Brad insisted.
Marc turned to look back at the biggest damn man he had ever seen outside of a wrestling event. “What do you have to say?”
The man’s lips thinned as he pressed them together but that was his only response. Marc wasn’t even sure he blinked.
“See?” Jeff said. “He knows he was in the wrong.”
“Is this true, sir?” Marc asked. “Did you start the fight?” Marc wanted to grind his teeth together when the massive man just stood there. “Sir, you need to answer me.”
Jeff laughed snidely. “Maybe he doesn’t hear you, deputy. Maybe he’s one of those—”
Marc pointed a finger at Jeff. “Say it and I’ll lock you up for the next month.” He hated bigots.
“You can’t do that!” Jeff’s eyes blazed. “I didn’t do anything.”
Marc leveled a stare at Jeff. He had known the man since high school and he was nothing but a bully, one of the reasons Marc hadn’t automatically believed him when he arrived on the scene. Jeff had been a bully in high school and he was still a bully.
“Try me.”
“Just wait until the sheriff hears about this.” Jeff’s face flushed red as his voice rose. “I’ll bet he’d be real interested to hear his new deputy is threatening to lock people up for defending themselves.”
“I heard it,” said a deep voice from behind Marc. “And I agree.”
Jeff grinned as if he had won that argument.
“Say one word out of place and I’ll lock you up for a month.”
Jeff’s jaw dropped. “You can’t do that.”
Sheriff John Riley’s grin was even bigger than Jeff’s had been. The man crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Jeff with an expression hat dared the man to argue with him. “Try me.”
 Jeff sputtered for a moment then fell silent.
“What seems to be the problem here?” John asked as he turned his attention to Marc.
“I’m still trying to figure that out, sheriff,” Marc replied. “Jeff and Brad say that this man attacked them and that they were merely defending themselves.”
“Is that true, Happy?”
“No, sir,” came the quiet reply.
Marc’s eyebrows shot up. He wasn’t sure if it was from hearing the man speak or hearing his name. Or from the fact that the eyes that finally rose up enough so he could see them were the most stunning blue eyes he had ever seen in his life. It was like looking into someone’s soul.
“Tell me what happened, Happy,” John directed.
“I was sweeping the sidewalk just like Mr. Gus told me to and then these two came and started kicking dirt up on it.” A wrinkled frown worked its way across the large man’s forehead. “I didn’t hit anyone, Sheriff.”
“He didn’t, sheriff.”
Marc glanced up to see Gus Fletcher standing in the doorway of his shop with a couple of customers.
“Jeff and Brad started the whole mess. When Happy ignored them, they got pissed and started shouting at him. That’s about the time I called the station. Happy just held his arms up in front of his face.”
“Mama gets mad when they hit me in the face.”
Marc felt a growl burn deep in the pit of his stomach. “This has happened to you before?”
Happy shrugged.
“As I’m sure you can understand, Happy has had a few problems due to his size,” John said. “People tend to either be intimidated by him.” John waved his hand toward Jeff and Brad. “Or they think they need to fight him to prove themselves.”
Marc could see where that could be an issue. He stood at six foot two inches tall, not a short man. Happy stood at least half a foot taller than him, and a good hundred pounds heavier. The man was simply massive.
“Do you want me to lock them up?”
“No, but we’re not going to have any more trouble, are we boys?” John cocked his eyebrow at the two men. “Because if we do, not only will I be going to have a talk with your pa, but I’ll be locking you two up for a good long while.”
“Now, look here, sheriff—” Jeff began.
“Do we need to take this down to the station, Jeff?”
“You can’t do this!”
Marc was waiting for the man to stomp his foot.
“Shut up, Jeff,” Brad said as he started pushing his brother toward the other side of the street. “You want him to call pa down here?”
“Fine!” Jeff shouted. “But this isn’t over.”
“It had better be,” John said, “or you and I are going to have a serious difference of opinion.”
Marc stood with his boss and watched Jeff and Brad climb into their pickup and then spin their tires as they took off down the street. “You want me to follow them and give them a ticket for speeding through town?”
“No.” John chuckled as he turned toward the feed and seed store again. “I’ll give their father a call later and let him know those two are up to no good again.”
Marc nodded even as his eyes strayed back to Happy. He was intrigued by the unusual manner in which the man was watching him. It was almost shy in nature as if he wanted to look but was afraid to get caught. It wasn’t something he could have expected from such a large, intimidating man.
“Happy, how’s your mother?” John asked.
Marc inhaled sharply when a smile spread across Happy’s face. It changed the man’s whole demeanor. Marc suddenly realized that he was dealing with a gentle giant. He doubted Happy had a mean bone in his entire body.

Happy worried the corner of his lower between his teeth. “You really think I could learn this stuff?”
The corner of Marc’s mouth curved up. “I do.” There was pure confidence in that response, enough that Happy started to believe Marc’s words might be true.
He leaned his head down and pressed his forehead against Marc’s. “Thank you.”
The other side of Marc’s mouth curved up, the man grinning. “Any time, Happy.”
Happy started to move back when he realized he stood between Marc’s legs, his groin pressing against Marc, and the man was hard. Happy licked his suddenly dry lips as his eyes dropped.
Oh man.
When his eyes flickered back up to Marc, the man was watching him with hooded eyes. Something burned in their blue murky depths that Happy was unfamiliar with, but he sure wanted to know what it meant.
“I’m going to kiss you, Happy.” Marc’s hand curved around the back of Happy’s neck, pulling him closer. “If you don’t want me to, say something now.”
Happy pressed his lips together, refusing to say anything. He wanted to be kissed. He dreamed of being kissed. But only by Marc. He didn’t really want anyone else kissing him. Well, maybe his mama but not like he wanted Marc to kiss him because that would just be icky.
Marc started to lean closer, paused and let out a small chuckle and then closed the rest of the distance between them. Happy wasn’t sure what to expect when Marc’s lips brushed against his. He had been kissed before, but only by his mother, and then only on the forehead or the cheek.
This was nothing like that.
This made Happy’s toes curl and his body start to sing. He groaned and leaned closer, wanting whatever Marc offered him. There was a burning lust in his eyes that left Happy speechless.
The hand Marc had wrapped around the back of his neck tightened and pulled him closer as Marc’s tongue slid over his lips. Happy’s body tended with need when he felt Marc’s other hand grab his hip then slide around to the small of his back.
Happy’s lungs burned for oxygen but he refused to pull away. He opened his mouth when Marc’s tongue pressed against the seam between his lips, the man’s tongue plunging in, sweeping and exploring.
Happy grabbed Marc’s hips when his head began to spin. He started to move, thrusting his aching dick against the apex of Marc’s thighs. Marc pulled Happy closer, grinding against him as their tongues dueled. He lightly bit Happy's bottom lip. Happy gasped, returning the careful nip.
Marc consumed him with one kiss that seemed to go on forever. Happy didn't want it to stop. Marc’s tongue flickered over Happy’s lip, teasing, tantalizing.  He murmured Happy’s name, sending Happy into a wild craze.
He began to thrust against Marc in earnest, feeling his hard cock sliding against Marc’s over and over again, the only thing between them was the thinness of their pants. His thigh muscles quivered, his legs threatening to give out as his balls drew so tight to Happy’s body that they actually hurt.
Happy cried out as his back arched, hot jets of seed ripped from his balls and filling his jeans. White lights exploded behind his eyelids, stealing his breath. Happy gasped for air, unsure of what exactly had just happened. He glanced at Marc.
Marc’s blue eyes dominated his face as he stared at Happy. “Did you just come?”