Sammy Dane (MM)
Sammy & Friends 2
Sammy & Friends 2
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[Siren Everlasting Classic
ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, light bondage,
sex toys, HEA]
Police Officer James Everson seems to go from one guy to
another, never finding exactly what he wants. Frustrated and out of sorts, he
goes to a local gay bar in the hopes of finding a guy and burning off some
steam. What he finds is Sammy.
Samuel Dane Summers is a confirmed geek. He has all the classic
symptoms, glasses, baggy slacks, white button down shirts. He’s a vegetarian. He
forgets everything from paying his bills to locking his doors. Sammy needs a
keeper. The one good thing he does is write erotic gay romance
novels.
When these two meet, the fireworks explode. Sammy rocks James’s
world, giving him the best sexual experience of his life. When it’s over, Sammy
disappears.
James is devastated. He becomes obsessed with finding Sammy
again. But an obsessed fan also wants to get his hands on Sammy, believing the
books Sammy writes are their love story, and he’s not above taking James out of
the picture to do it. Can James save his sexy little writer before it's too late
or will he lose him forever?
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher
and has been extensively revised and expanded.
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STORY EXCERPT
James sat down at the bar and signaled
the bartender for a beer. While he waited, he twirled around on his
barstool and scoped out the room. Though still early in the evening, the
place was fairly packed.
He had heard of Dooley’s Pub. He’d
just never been there before. It was supposed to be a laid-back gay bar
where a man could just get a beer and play a game of pool without worrying
that someone would hit on him every time he turned around.
Despite that, James hoped he might be
hit on once or twice. His prospects seemed to be pretty good if the looks
he was getting were anything to go by. More than one man checked him out
when he walked in, and even now. James smiled and turned back to the bar.
The evening was definitely looking
up.
“That’ll be three fifty,” the
bartender said as he set a beer bottle down in front of James. James
pulled some bills out of his pocket and handed them over. He took a long
sip of the beer, surprised at how good the cold liquid felt going down his
throat.
“First time?”
James turned to look at the man next
to him. He smiled, not in invitation, but just to be polite. The guy
wasn’t his type at all. “Yes. I heard about this place from my brother and
thought I’d check it out.” Nicky and Troy loved this place. Not as much as
they loved The Peabody Pub where they met, but they still raved about
Dooley’s every time they came here.
“I could show you around,” the guy
said, clearly not getting the picture that James wasn’t interested, “and
introduce you to the regulars.”
“No,” James replied, giving he man a
polite smile, not a friendly one, “but thanks anyway. I think I’ll just
sit here with my beer.”
“My name’s Kurt,” the man said. “If
you change your mind, I’ll be around.”
James gave a little nod and turned
back to his beer. He rolled his eyes. There were quite a few men in here
he wouldn’t mind spending the night with. Why couldn’t one of them hit on
him? Why did it have to be some man dressed like a librarian?
Suits, dress shirts, slacks . . . none
of those things turned him on. Especially when the guy wearing them looked
like he’d never seen a hard day’s work in his life. James wasn’t a prude
by any means, but he preferred men who wore jeans and T-shirts, and who
understood the concept of working hard and playing harder.
James barely finished the thought when
he caught sight of a man coming through the front door of the bar in the
mirror over the bar, a man who made him rethink his taste in nerdy-looking
men. James swung around to get a better look. No, whoever this guy was, he
certainly wasn’t James’s normal type at all, but something about the
stranger intrigued him and made his cock stand up and beg for an
introduction.
The man wore a loose pair of tan
slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a tan suit jacket—everything James
hated on a man. He looked like a bookworm or librarian, right down to his
horn-rimmed glasses. The only thing lacking was a damned bowtie.
Horrible.
Oh, yeah? Then why am I so fuckin’
attracted to him?
“Andy?” the man said loudly as he got
closer to the bar. “I need my usual.”
“Another hard night, Dane?” the
bartender asked as he made up some sort of pink drink and set it on the
bar top.
The man, Dane apparently,
nodded. He grabbed the drink and swallowed it all down in one gulp. He
coughed, slamming the glass back down on the bar. “Hit me
again.”
“Are you sure, Dane?” the bartender
asked skeptically. “You hardly ever have more than one.”
Dane nodded. “I’m sure.”
“Okay, you’re the boss.”
James watched, fascinated, as the
bartender made the man another pink drink. He handed it over. Again, the
man downed the drink in one swallow. He didn’t cough this time but handed
the glass back.
“Okay, I’ll take a straight ginger ale
now.”
The bartender poured Dane a ginger ale
and set it on the bar. “Anything I can help you with?”
“No, I was working on this really hot
shower scene between Robert and Greg when my brother called. He started in
on me, and I lost my train of thought.”
James frowned. Hot shower scene?
Robert and Greg? What was this man into? When Dane sat down two barstools
away and started talking to the bartender, James leaned closer, his
curiosity eating away at him.
“So, tell me about this shower scene,”
the bartender directed.
James nodded his head in agreement. He
wanted to know more about the shower scene as well. In vivid detail,
please.
“Robert just got home from work.
Greg’s been gone on that conference in Tokyo I told you about for the last
week. When Robert gets home, he discovers Greg in the shower. Greg is
tired, he has jetlag, but Robert is naked and crawling into the shower
with him.”
James raised a brow and shifted to
find a more comfortable position on the stool. With every word Dane
uttered, James’s dick grew harder. He could just picture the scene in his
mind. He had been tired before, so tired his eyes ached, but if his naked
lover had crawled into the shower with him, he’d be so awake he would look
like he just had three shots of espresso.
“So, what seems to be the problem?”
the bartender asked. “Robert has Greg in the shower. They’re both naked.
Let the scene just go from there. Just let it happen.”
Yeah, Dane, just let it happen,
James encouraged silently.
Dane shook his head. “It’s not flowing
right now. I’m just not feeling it. I know they are supposed to reconnect
because they’ve been apart for awhile, but something is just not working
for me. I feel like my muse is in a coma.”
“I’d be more than happy to help,”
James found himself saying before he had even thought about the words.
Oh hell!
ADULT EXCERPT
“Come on in,” Dane said as he unlocked
the door. He bent down and picked up a small package off the porch and
walked in. James raised a curious brow when Dane took the package directly
to the garbage can and tossed it inside.
What the…?
“This way.” Dane headed down the
hallway.
James shrugged. None of his business,
anyway. In fact, he hoped they could keep the small talk to a minimum. He
didn’t want to know the man’s life story or how many boyfriends he had had
or anything really personal. He just wanted to get down to the good
stuff.
Dane paused at a doorway at the end of
the hall to look back at him, much as he had at the bar. “Coming?” he
asked right before he stepped into the room and disappeared from
sight.
“Uh, yeah,” James replied, hurrying
down the hallway. He skidded to a halt, his eyes nearly bugging out of his
head at the sight before him.
Dane stood in the middle of the
bedroom, half-dressed. The sight of Dane’s bare upper torso brought
James’s cock back to full attention. He had been wrong about the lack of
muscles. Dane had then, and they were very nicely defined…like lickable
defined.
Dane took off his glasses and set them
on the nightstand. He opened one of the drawers and took out a piece of
paper. He held it out to James. “My most recent test results. I’m clean.
There’s also lube and plenty of condoms in here. Better safe than
sorry.”
“Yeah,” James said, starting to feel a
little funny about the whole situation. He was getting exactly what he
wanted, sex with no strings attached. So, why was he starting to feel an
uncomfortable knot forming in his stomach?
“I have mine right here.” James pulled
out his wallet and grabbed the folded piece of paper he always kept on
him. He handed it over to Dane before stripping his clothes off as he
watched the man skim the paper carefully then hand it back.
“Cool,” Dane said as if he had just
looked at an interesting article in a newspaper instead of a doctor’s note
stating James was clean of any sexually transmitted diseases.
James’s mouth dropped open as he
stared down at Dane’s body after the man pushed his librarian-style khaki
slacks to his ankles.
No way. No way a man as lanky
as Dane could be sporting the hard-on that was displayed before James’s
eyes. He had heard his brother brag about how big Troy was, but he didn’t
think Troy would hold a candle to this man. Dane was huge, much bigger
than anything James had ever seen in person.
Dane stepped closer. He reached up and
caressed the side of James’s face as if touching a lover. “Don’t worry,
James. By the time I’m done getting you ready, it’ll fit just
fine.”
What?
“Oh, uh, I don’t—I’ve never—” James
stammered. Dane expected to top him? James had never been topped in his
life. He did the topping. He did the fucking. He did the—well, he was the
one on top.
Dane stepped closer. His warm breath
blew over James’s cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll go easy on
you.”
James gasped as Dane pushed him back
onto the bed. Before he could protest, Dane covered him, his lips and
tongue and hands everywhere at once, licking, caressing, stroking,
nipping. James’s mind went numb, and he forgot his protests and
concentrated on the pleasure Dane created in his body.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” Dane
whispered as he licked his way up the thick cords of James’s neck. “Do you
know what a turn-on that is?”
James shook his head.
Dane grabbed James’s hand and placed
it on his hard cock. “See what it does to me? How hot you make me?” Dane’s
growl rumbled through James and settled in his cock. “I’m going to fuck
you so hard you’ll feel me for a week.”
James groaned. Dane’s words were
arousing him to new levels. No one had ever talked to him like that. His
cock throbbed where it lay against Dane’s thigh. The idea of being fucked
incited both fear and excitement in the pit of his stomach.
But when Dane bent down and took
James’s cock into his mouth, James forgot all about his trepidations. “Oh
fuck!” he groaned loudly, not caring who heard him.
James’s heart raced, and all the blood
in his body shot down to his cock, leaving him aching and engorged. Dane
didn’t seem to notice James’s discomfort. He just continued what he was
doing, driving James out of his ever-loving mind.
Dane slid his hot mouth all the way
down James’s dick until his nose hit James’s groin. James could feel the
head of his cock hit the back of Dane’s throat. Tight throat muscles
massaged his shaft. The longest tongue James had ever felt wrapped around
him.
James’s moved his hips, humping
against Dane uncontrollably. He fisted his hands in Dane’s hair, seeking
some semblance of control. The situation had moved forward so fast, James
could barely catch his breath.
“Uh-uh,” Dane said as he let go of
James’s cock and grabbed his wrists. “None of that.”
James scrunched his forehead in
confusion. None of what?
He had his answer when Dane pushed his
hands back over the top of his head. James started to look up to see what
Dane was fiddling with when he felt cold metal close over his wrists and
heard the unmistakable sounds of handcuffs clicking closed.
“What the fu—”
“Ssshhh, sweetheart,” Dane crooned. He
placed the key in James’s hand. “You can release yourself whenever you
want to and leave, but I promise you, if you stay, I will give you an
experience you will never forget.”
Dane scooted back down James’s body.
“I promise not to do anything you won’t enjoy.” With that, Dane dove back
down on James’s cock.
James’s fist closed over the key. He
didn’t unlock the cuffs. He was too busy losing his mind again. Dane had
started swallowing around his cock again. He couldn’t imagine ever asking
Dane to stop. He’d have to be dead first.
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