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by H.C. Brown
Book Blurb
Meet the new member of Club Floggers, Aiden, in H.C. Brown's New Sizzling M/M/M BDSM.
Aiden
Lovett bass guitarist for Cold Heat has a problem; his Dom walked out
leaving his libido stuck on overdrive. Convinced one Master is not
enough to satisfy him, he advertises in Club Floggers for two Doms.
They
say be careful what you wish for: Will Aiden accept the offer of Logan
and Connor and take a ride on the wild side?—Hell yeah!
Excerpt
Aiden
Lovett crushed the can of cola in one hand then threw it against the
wall. The remaining soda splashed over the white paintwork. The drink
crashed to the floor and spiraled across the tiles trailing its contents
in a brown stream. “Asshole.” He spun around and charged toward the
door. “Doms! Fucking Jesus what is it with you guys?”
“Whoa,
just a minute what do you mean by ‘you guys’?” Alec stepped in front of
his friend blocking his exit. “Have you had an argument with Jon?”
Anger
pushed bile up the back of Aiden’s throat. His hands trembled. How
could his Master walk out on him after two fucking years? He glanced
down at the large hand resting on his arm and forced his shattered
nerves to calm. His friend’s long fingers curled around his bare flesh.
The touch offered comfort but came from an unobtainable source. He’d
worked beside Alec for the past three years in constant awe of the
handsome Dom. The man’s rough pads, from years of playing guitar,
stroked his skin. The closeness of the big delicious guy soothed him.
Instinct had him dropping his gaze, submissive. “No argument—well not
really. The asshole waited until we walked off stage then sent me a text
message saying he’d moved out and left his house keys with our manager.”
“What brought this on?” Alec moved closer. “I had the impression you were in love with him.”
No,
he hadn’t loved Jon. In truth, they’d based their relationship on
mutual respect and need. Jon had divulged his desire for another sub,
one he couldn’t have, from the get go, and the knowledge had cooled any
real feelings Aiden had for his Master. How could Aiden explain his
situation and the problems he’d endured with Jon to another damn Dom?
Aiden shrugged and leaned against Alec seeking a small piece of comfort.
“I’m highly sexed and Jon, well, he turned forty–five last June. Look,
I’m not going into details but I suggested we might perhaps, ask another
Dom to join us.”
“Another
Dom? Christ! So, I gather he didn’t take the idea very well?” Alec led
him to a chair. “Sit down and I’ll get you a drink.” He moved toward
the bar set along one wall of the dressing room. “You might have offered
to spice up your love life, first. I mean, if my boy had mentioned he’d
wanted another Dom in our dungeon, I’d be pretty pissed too.”
Aiden sat
before the dressing table and stared into the mirror. He opened a
packet of wipes and started to remove his stage makeup. The band, Cold
Heat, had played to a full house. The thumping music of their latest
album drifted from the stadium above and the raucous conversation
leeched through the thin walls from their manager, Bill and the deep
voice of Seth, the drummer punctuated by the flamboyant singer, and
front man, Reef.
Aiden
sucked in a steadying breath. The rich smell of the finest scotch
whiskey filled his nostrils a few moments before Alec slid a glass
filled with the ambrosia under his nose. He dropped the wipes into the
garbage can beside the chair then cupped the glass in both hands. He
inhaled the rich malt alcohol and sighed. “Actually he didn’t say much
at all. What we had together was nice. At first we screwed like
rabbits.” Aiden smiled. “The scenes were . . . well, you know, predictable, Jon
was old school. He had certain things that turned him on and the
sessions became very repetitive, which was fine for the first year then
I did ask
if we could spice things up a bit.” He lifted the glass and sipped. The
drink rolled like liquid silk over his taste buds then slid down his
throat in a hot rush. He sighed in appreciation. “Well, Jon got all
defensive, told me I was a sub and it wasn’t my place to say such
things. He accused me of wanting switch play.” He pulled a face, which
he hoped displayed his contempt at such an idea. “I mean—really—as if I could top?”
“You’ve
had a good relationship outside the dungeon; I can’t see how talking
about difficulties with your sex life should be a problem.” Alec rubbed
his chin, his fingers rasping over his five-o-clock shadow. “The
suggestion about having another man in a scene though, I’m guessing that
would have made him a trifle angry. Doms are possessive creatures; the
moment we collar a sub, we like to keep our boys to ourselves.”
Aiden
lifted his chin and met the liquid chocolate gaze of the lead guitarist
sitting beside him. His friend, Alec had collared his own sub about six
months previously and had the relaxed air of a satisfied man. He shook
his head. “Not always. At Whips there are at least three pairs of Doms
who share one sub.” He downed the drink and gasped at the rush of heat
hitting his belly. “I need to get away from Whips. I’m not sure I can
cope with watching Jon with another sub. This club you go to, Floggers,
do you think I’ll be able to find a suitable Dom or two there?”
“Maybe. I
do know a couple of guys into switch play. Do you really want two Doms?
Man that would take a special relationship. ” Alec flashed a pure white
grin. “Just how oversexed are you?”
“Would I
like to live with two men—yes? Am I at a level to handle two Doms—you
bet your fucking ass I am?” Aiden held up his glass for a refill. “If I
could have sex six times a day, I’d be happy—flogging optional.”
“And
you’d be as sore as hell. You’ll need to find two men to match your
libido.” Alec refilled his glass. “I’m not surprised your Dom had a
problem satisfying you, I doubt one man could achieve that many orgasms
day in and day out.” He placed the bottle of scotch back on the table
and screwed on the top. “How many Masters do you believe like threesomes
scenes anyway? It would mean sharing control, two Doms punishing one
boy—that might be dangerous.”
Aiden
smiled. “No it would be as erotic as fucking hell. I’m ready and
willing to give it a try.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll need to try a
few out and see if I fit. What I need to know is how do I make my intentions known?”
“Well,
come down to Club Floggers tonight, bring your latest blood tests, and
I’ll get you signed up. You can place a notice on the board and see if
anyone responds. I’ll ask Rio, the guy who owns the club, if he knows
anyone who may be interested and I’ll introduce you.” Alec smiled. “And I
do have two guys in mind I can ask.”
“Great,
we have three days before the next concert. I’ll take a room close by
and hang there so I’m available.” Aiden sipped his drink. “I’m feeling
better already.”
“Oh,
Lord, don’t try this on your own. Make sure I’m there or Nash. Don’t do
anything stupid.” Alec had stripped off his stage clothes and stood
gloriously naked in the middle of the room. “Dress in leather, something
tight and sexy. Those guys I know are into muscle. Call me when you
get there. I live a block away and Nash is never far from the club. Get
Bill to book you into the Eldorado its right next door.”
Aiden
forced his gaze to remain on the man’s face. He’d had a secret crush on
Alec for years but this delicious piece of ass, preferred twinks. He
grinned. “Aw Alec, you’re so sweet but I’m a big boy, I can take care of
myself.”
Alec’s
expression turned into a mask of concern. “No you can’t. It never
hurts to have someone outside the dungeon in this kind of situation. Two
Doms fighting for control, and you bound and gagged is a potential
recipe for disaster. Take my advice and protection for at least the
first time.”
Aiden grinned. “You wanna watch, Daddy?”
“Fucking
A.” Alec cupped his balls. “But I don’t think my pup would be
impressed.” He turned and moved toward the shower. “I was always told in
school two into one didn’t go, it might have been interesting proving
that theory wrong.”
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