Finding Frankie (MM)
Mech Warrior 1
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[Siren Everlasting Classic
ManLove: Erotic Alternative Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance,
M/M, HEA]
Ten years ago, a virus swept the planet, killing millions. Just
as the human population was starting to recover from that disaster, mechanical
aliens invaded Earth looking for iron—and they had no problem exterminating the
human race to get it.
Anthony Roarke lost his lover in the first wave of the virus.
Frankie James's family secreted him away in a cryogenics facility until a cure
could be found. But that was before the mechs invaded.
Roarke has searched for Frankie since the day he disappeared.
Once word reaches him that Frankie has been located, Roarke wastes no time in
going after his lover. But brining Frankie into the new world might cost him
more than his sanity. It might cost him his life.
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher
and has been extensively revised and expanded.
STORY EXCERPT
“Damn, baby. You’re
the hottest fucking thing in this place.”
Frankie laughed and
leaned back into the tall, muscular body behind him, wiggling his hips against
the hard cock he could feel pressing into his ass. There were a lot of
hotter-looking guys in the club than him, but Frankie was glad his lover thought
he was the sexiest.
Holding Roark’s
interest was at the top of Frankie’s priority list.
Detective Anthony
Roark was a walking wet dream and Frankie was just lucky enough to be the man
the detective was interested in. How that had come about, Frankie would never
know, but he also wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If Roark
wanted him, the handsome man could have him—for as long as he
wanted.
Frankie stifled a
groan when he felt Roark’s hands move down his chest to grab his hips. Roark was
driving him nuts and had been for hours. Apparently, the man was on a mission to
see how long Frankie could hold out before attacking him.
It wouldn’t be
long.
They had been
dancing for the past two hours. And that was after going out to a romantic
dinner together. Frankie knew that they were celebrating their one-year
anniversary. He just hadn’t known that Roark would remember it. Most guys
didn’t.
After all of the
years Frankie had spent trying to find Mr. Right, the sexy detective had fallen
into his lap—literally.
Roark had been shot
on the job, trying to apprehend a suspect in a bank robbery. He had ended up in
Frankie’s emergency room. When Frankie had gone into the exam room to take
Roark’s vitals, the man had tried to sit up and almost fell off the bed. Frankie
had rushed forward and caught the detective before he could hit the floor.
Things had kind of progressed from there.
Frankie was always
a little confused about what had prompted Roark to pursue him. He was a male
nurse and worked a lot of long hours. He didn’t have a ton of friends—a few—but
he also wasn’t a party animal or someone that slept around.
Of course, he had
been hit on before and tried to keep things professional between him and Roark,
assuming the guy was either high on pain meds or looking for a quick piece of
ass. Not too many men that looked like the detective tried to date
Frankie.
Roark had seemed to
be on a mission though. He started coming by the emergency room more and more
often, always seeking Frankie out. After one night when he dropped by the ER to
see Frankie, he had cornered him in one of the exam rooms. After kissing Frankie
until his head spun, Roark had stolen his cell phone and erased every damn
number in there before programming his number in under
boyfriend.
Frankie had been
pissed for days then amused when Roark started dropping by more and more often,
sometimes bringing Frankie dinner. Other times, Roark just brought him flowers.
After four weeks of constant attention, and some good-natured razzing from his
friends, Frankie had finally given in and agreed to go out on a date with
Roark.
The rest was
history.
They had dated for
the last year, and now they were celebrating. Frankie was pretty sure that Roark
was going to ask him to move in. At least, that’s what he was hoping would
happen. As it was, he spent more time at Roark’s house than he did his own. It
only made sense that they would share an apartment.
And Frankie had no
reservations about saying yes. Hell, he’d shout it if need be. He loved Roark,
and he knew Roark loved him. They spent all of their free time together and had
been a public item to their friends and coworkers for over six months. It was
time to move their relationship to the next level.
“We should head
home pretty soon, baby,” Roark murmured into Frankie’s ear. Frankie grinned when
Roark squeezed his ass. “I want a piece of this tight, little ass before the
clock strikes midnight.”
Frankie tilted his
head back to peer up into Roark’s smoky gray eyes. “Afraid I’ll turn into a
pumpkin?”
Roark’s eyes
twinkled in the flashing lights hanging over the dance floor. “Nuh-uh, my fairy
godmother promised me that the handsome prince would be mine as long as I
claimed him by midnight.”
Roark was a dork,
but good god, he was Frankie’s dork. Frankie grinned and grabbed Roark’s hand as
he started backing off the dance floor, bumping into more than one person along
the way.
“Then I guess we’d
better get going before my—ouch.” Frankie frowned as he grabbed his arm right
where it met his shoulder. That had hurt. He felt like something had poked him
but…“Oh, I don’t feel so good.”
Frankie grabbed his
head as his vision started to blur. His stomach was clenching, rolling, trying
to rebel. He thought he might actually be sick.
“Frankie?”
“Roark, I don’t—”
Frankie’s tongue thickened like it was swelling in his mouth, making it hard to
talk. He slapped his hand over his mouth when his gums started to throb. What
the fuck was happening to him?
“Frankie, what’s
wrong?”
Frankie tried to
lift his eyes to see Roark. The man sounded frantic. But his eyelids felt so
heavy. It was an effort to keep them open at all, not that it did him much good.
He could barely see out of them as it was. Everything was going hazy and dark,
almost a deep gray color.
“Ro–Roark!” Frankie
tried to scream, but all he heard was a desperate whimper come out of his mouth
as his legs gave out beneath him and he started to slide to the floor. He felt
someone catch him and he was pretty sure it was Roark, but he couldn’t be
positive.
“Frankie, baby,
come on. You can’t leave me.” Roark’s voice had taken on a desperate pitch.
“Frankie?”
“Roark,” Frankie
whispered as his head rolled back on the man’s arm. “I…what…”
Frankie heard
Roark’s anxious cries as his vision darkened. He tried to lift his hand to
caress his lover’s cheek, but his arms felt like dead weight—like they were
filled with lead. He barely had enough strength to continue
breathing.
“Frankie! Frankie,
baby,” Roark cried out. “Come on, Frankie. Open your eyes. Come back to me.
Frankie!”
ADULT EXCERPT
“Oh god, baby, you
smell so damn good,” Roark whispered against Frankie’s skin as he started
nuzzling the skin at his neck. “Missed this so much, baby—missed
you.”
Frankie tilted his
head back, giving Roark more skin to kiss. He was happily rewarded by the
feeling of Roark’s mouth working its way across the bottom of his chin and down
his neck to his chest.
Frankie shuddered
with increasing arousal and cried out softly as Roark’s lips closed over one of
his nipples. The mere touch of Roark’s lips on his skin sent a warming shiver
through Frankie. When Roark’s tongue stroked across his taut flesh, Frankie
cried out again and gripped Roark’s arms with his hands.
“That’s it, baby,”
Roark murmured, his hot breath blowing out over Frankie’s sensitive skin. “Come
apart for me.”
Frankie had no
problem coming apart for Roark. He felt like it had been a million years since
Roark touched him, and a single night, all rolled into one. His skin tingled
every time, and everywhere, Roark touched him.
“Roark,” he groaned
when the tension in his body began to build.
“I’ve got you,
baby.”
So slowly that
Frankie wanted to scream, Roark’s hands moved downward, skimming either side of
Frankie’s body to his hips. Frankie squirmed beneath Roark, needing more. He
almost lost his mind when Roark’s hands slid across his belly before moving
around him to caress the curve of his ass.
Frankie’s body
ached for Roark’s touch. The anticipation was almost unbearable. And then
Roark’s hand slid between Frankie’s ass cheeks and his fingers skimmed over
Frankie’s puckered hole.
Frankie reached up
and explored the soft lines of Roark’s neck, his waist, his hips. He wanted
Roark to come as unglued as he was feeling. Knowing it had been ten years, and
that Roark had been searching for him all of that time, made this extra special
for Frankie. He wanted to make it special for Roark as well.
The air was sucked
from Frankie’s lungs when he felt the tip of Roark’s finger breach him. He
suddenly knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it had been ten years for him. The
discomfort he felt was instant.
“Roark!”
“Shh, baby, give
the lube a minute to work.”
Lube? What lube?
Frankie didn’t remember Roark opening the damn bottle of lube. He—“Oh my god,
what is that?” Frankie gasped as his clenching hole started to heat up and
tingle.
Roark chuckled.
“Just wait for it.”
“Wait for
wha—Roark!” Frankie screeched as he arched and pushed up into the man. His
entire body was on fire, from the inside out, but instead of burning him, it was
sending waves of pleasure shooting through his body.
“There it is,”
Roark whispered.
Frankie suddenly
realized that he had three of Roark’s fingers thrusting into his ass. When in
the hell had that happened? And why didn’t it hurt? But damned if he was
going to complain. Frankie couldn’t remember sex ever feeling this good, even
with Roark. And that was saying something because Roark was a master at
lovemaking.
Frankie could feel
Roark’s heart thudding against his own and knew the man was as ramped up as he
was—maybe even more so as Roark had been waiting for this moment for so
long.
“Fuck me, Roark,”
Frankie demanded as he wove his arms around the man’s neck.
Roark stilled. “Are
you sure, Frankie?”
“I’m sure,
love.”
Roark kept his eyes
on Frankie’s as he pulled his fingers free and moved between Frankie’s thighs.
His hands caressed the skin of Frankie’s thighs as he pushed them up to
Frankie’s chest.
Roark fumbled
around for a moment, tugging at the buttons on his pants as he tried to get them
open. Frankie bit his lip to keep from laughing at Roark’s desperation then
reached down to help the man. When Roark’s hard cock bounced out of his pants,
Frankie gave it a quick stroke before lying back and pulling his legs back up to
his chest.
“I’m ready for you,
Roark.”
Roark’s eyes glazed
as he stared down at the spot where their bodies met. He pressed his cock at
Frankie’s tight opening and then slowly pushed inside. Frankie groaned as Roark
buried himself as deep inside his ass as possible.
Roark’s body moved
to partially cover Frankie’s. He grabbed Frankie’s hands and held them down on
either side of Frankie’s head, folding their fingers together. Then Roark
started to move, thrusting slowly at first, then moving harder, faster, and
deeper.
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