Saturday, January 28, 2012

I'll be your Last by Jane Leopold Quinn

I'll Be Your Last

BLURB:

Life dealt Mack Penchant a raw deal. He's hidden his sexuality, the secret he's carried since he was a teen, through the Marine Corps, and now as an undercover cop. The only relationships he believes possible for himself is the furry kind, with his dog Kiki. One young cop, though, drives him to a frenzy, and he fights his passions and needs every step of the way.

Woody Kane’s gaydar spots Mack the moment they meet. And even though Mack rejects him, Woody lusts after the perfect masculine body and wants him in his bed. Woody believes in commitment. Mack makes it clear he does not. Can Woody prove to Mack that he's worthy of love? After all, he adopted a rescue dog. Isn't that a start?

What peril will it take for Mack to accept Woody's love and join him in a committed relationship?

ADULT EXCERPT:

With quick, sure fingers, Mack slid Woody’s jacket and shirt down his arms and dropped them with a plonk onto the floor. They stood there, staring—almost glaring—into each other’s eyes, bare chests bumping and heaving for air. Mack’s blue gaze darkened with increasing arousal. Woody dropped to his knees to the place of real importance. His mouth was at belt buckle height, but, there was no belt. Just a snap and zipper, the hiss of it lowering agonizingly loud over their heavy breathing and Woody’s wolfish growls.

Woody unclipped Mack’s gun and holster, and his, too, while he was at it, laying both on the coffee table. Then, he palmed Mack’s hips, pushing his jeans down. Commando. Oh, the pure, intoxicating rapture of that. Then a glorious erection jutted right in his face. “God, Mack.” He groaned at the beautiful, thick, pulsing cock begging for attention. He couldn’t resist flicking out his tongue and licking the rounded head with its leaking drop of seminal fluid, the musky perfume of sex filling his head.

“Suck me,” Mack ordered gruffly, flexing his hips. “Suck my cock, kid.”

Woody jerked back, almost knocking Mack over. He stood, fists clenched at his sides, and lashed out in fury, “I’m no kid, and you know it. Call me that once more, and your dick can just stay dry.”

“I’m tired of standing. Where’s your bedroom?”

He glared daggers at Mack, his breathing roughening in his struggle to keep from belting the guy. This was bad. The feral expression on Mack’s face did nothing short of turn him on even more than he already was. This was going to be so good, so fucking raunchy.

Woody would prove he was no God damned kid. His nostrils flared in excitement, and he wasted no time in shoving a stumbling Mack toward his bedroom. They’d need to be there eventually for round two. Might as well get there now.

He shoved Mack onto the bed, yanking his shoes, socks, and finally jeans off, tossing them all on the floor. At Mack’s carnal, and surprisingly vulnerable, cobalt gaze, he froze at the sight of the beautiful naked body, the broad chest, narrow hips, flat belly, and muscular thighs stretched out on the white sheets. Roughly, he lifted and spread Mack’s knees, crawled between them, and stopped. His heart seized at the intimacy of seeing the balls and pucker on display, the asshole he’d dreamed of taking. He liked being fucked, and he liked doing the fucking. And this was one man he really wanted to fuck.

Narrowing his gaze, he taunted, “Does a kid do this?” Leaning down, he licked the thick head of Mack’s cock, rolled his tongue around, getting him all wet, probing the slit, nipping at it, scraping his teeth over the sensitive flesh.

Mack groaned, and his penis swelled longer and harder, apparently responding to the rough treatment.

With a lavish lick at the salty drop slithering from the hole, Woody glanced up and, lifting an eyebrow, challenged, “Huh? Am I still a kid to you?”

Mack grunted, and with an evil smirk, he thrust his erection toward Woody’s lips. “Suck me off and swallow it, kid. You do that, and I’ll call you a man.”

“You son of a bitch!” Woody used Mack’s hard thighs as leverage to push himself to his feet and back away. “You’re just here for a blow job? I don’t need to suck you off to prove I’m a man.” He’d never been this furious before in his life. “I’m not playing games with you. Get the hell out of here.”

With all this testosterone and adrenaline working, he should have realized Mack just wanted a physical outlet. It would mean nothing to Mack. Woody would mean nothing.

Mack realized instantly he’d gone too far. “This isn’t a game.” He grabbed Woody’s arm and yanked him down on the bed beside him, gripping his jaw—oh yeah, his beard was soft—and slinging a thigh over his legs.

Woody’s long lashes rested on his cheeks. Then his eyes opened, his gaze intrigued and eager. Woody didn’t want to stop this any more than Mack did.

Their kisses had been much more addictive than he’d imagined possible. Woody’s lips held firm against his, the short hairs of his beard tickling. Mack licked, roughly working his way inside his mouth. Then Woody was his. Pressing his hairy chest on Woody’s hard one, the warm, sleek skin a comfort all its own, he took his mouth, scraped his teeth with the flat of his tongue, teasing the tip across the roof, suckling Woody’s tongue.

It’d been a long time since he’d felt this out of control. Breaking the kiss, he pushed up. “Where’s your stuff?” He was frantic to fuck the kid. “I want inside your ass.”

Woody’s expression was dazed. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Drawer.” He pointed in the direction of the nightstand.

“You can’t be fucked with your jeans on.” Mack gripped Woody’s snap, lowered the zipper, and shoved the pants down long legs, leaving him in gray boxer briefs stretched snugly around lightly furred, muscular thighs. Muscular just like his. His heart stuttered with desperate need. Woody’s body was everything he wanted in another man.

The tight knit of the boxers barely hid Woody’s sizeable cock, erect and ready to bust out of the soft material. Mack yanked the shorts off and wrapped his fingers around Woody’s shaft, caressing his cock from base to tip. His eyes closed in the pleasure of controlling the hard heat, his mouth watering for a taste.

He had no intention of depriving either of them of that pleasure, and lowered his mouth to slide over the head. Nothing in the world was as delicious as another man’s red, shiny cock head, glistening wet with spit and pre-cum. He licked it like an ice cream cone, sticking to the tip, tonguing and nipping the slit the same as Woody had done to him. Mack needed the rough handling of his dick. He’d find out if Woody did, too.

With a shout, Woody jerked his hips off the bed, thrusting his cock full into Mack’s mouth.

His nose nestled in Woody’s pubic hair. Oh, yeah! Man scent made him hungry for more.


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11 comments:

  1. Thank you to Honey Bunny for posting my first M/M. And the way it's selling, it may not be my last. ;-) Right now, it's only available at Bookstrand, but will be at Amazon and other sites soon. http://www.bookstrand.com/ill-be-your-last.

    I loved writing Woody and Mack's stories. One guy wanted to fall in love, the other didn't even know love existed. It does.

    Thanks again. I hope readers enjoy the story.

    Jane

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    1. Jane,
      congratulations on your most recent M/M romance. These guys are intriguing, memorable characters. Great story!

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  2. Congrats, Jane, on a stellar opening!

    Wishing Mack and Woody the Bestsellers List!

    Hugs,
    Michele

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  3. Hey! ;-) Just teasing.

    Congrats on the new HOT release! I think Woody earned his name and Mack appreciates it. Just glad he got to keep it. Wishing you (and your guys)mega sales.
    E.

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    1. You must be selling in all the cold climates -- where they really need the heat. Many sales to you!

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  4. My glasses have fogged up. Nice work Jane. :)

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  5. Congratulations Jane! It's very steamy!

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  6. Thank you to all of you! I loved these two guys, especially Mack. He really needed someone to love him. ;-)

    Jane

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  7. Hey, Jane!
    Just caught up on my reading and this was definitely hot. I hope you have excellent sales with these two guys. Good luck with the sequel.
    *hugs*
    ~J

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  8. Thanks, J.D. Now all I have to do is WRITE a sequel.

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