B.A. Tortuga Rain and Whiskey 1 (pdf)

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That got him a long, considering look, Galen's face pretty
well unreadable. Then Galen nodded, settling back and
propping the pillows against the headboard. Without a word
Galen grabbed up the lube and got a good bit in his hands,
rubbing them together, slow and suggestive.
He scooted close enough to touch, close enough to smell
Galen, to lean and lick, if he wanted. The plug moved every
time he shifted, every time he squeezed. One of Galen's
hands went to his chest, rubbing up and down over the
sternum, then shifting over to one nipple, pinching and
pulling. The other trailed down between Galen's legs, fingers
stroking the creases between hips and thighs before wrapping
around that thick cock.
"Oh..." He rocked, slowly fucking his hand, eyes on Galen's
hand, Galen's cock. "You're one fine son of a bitch..."
"Yeah? You like watching me, Shane? Like the way I look
showing off for you?" That voice was a throaty growl, rough
and deep. The hand on Galen's chest dropped, joining one
around Galen's cock for a few strokes before Galen spread
and arched and used that hand to roll his balls.
"Shit, Len. Ain't never been anyone makes me need like
you." He brushed his cheek against Galen's nipple, letting his
stubble rasp.
"God. Careful if you don't want me to come." Galen's
muscles jumped, skin hot against him.
"I don't. I want to be the one that sets you off."
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"You are the one doing it. Trust me." He got a wink and a
grin, but it looked strained. Galen's hips rose and fell, hands
moving fast.
"Fuck. Fuck. I want..." He pushed himself up, bent down
until his lips circled Galen's cock, bumping hard against
Galen's hand.
"Yeah. Christ. Shane!" Oh, yeah. Galen held his head
lightly, humping hard. He opened wide, hips fucking the air in
time with Galen's.
"Gonna. God." Galen shook under his lips, hips snapping,
bitter heat flooding his mouth as Galen shot.
He took it all, pulling good and hard, making sure Galen
felt every fucking second. Galen panted, petting him clumsily.
He licked and sucked until Len was clean, then rested against
the warm belly, hips still rolling slow.
"C'mere." Galen tugged at him, that dark molasses voice
slurred, rough. He slid up Galen's body, damn near purring,
hard as a rock and pleased as fuck. He'd done that; put that
tone in Len's voice.
Galen wrapped both arms around him, one hand dropping
to push at the plug, the other at the small of his back. His
cock rubbed against Galen's belly. Galen's kiss was hard,
slow, a thorough taking. His eyes fucking rolled like dice,
focus all about pure fucking pleasure.
The kiss broke with Galen pressing against the plug again
and again, rocking it inside him. "Want to see you come for
me, Shane. Want it so bad. Want to feel it on my skin."
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"Oh. Oh, shit. Len. Len, I..." He arched, spent, feeling like
he was fucking drowning, like he ought to be scared but it
just felt so good.
He came down to Galen petting him, murmuring to him,
low and easy. "Fucking hot, Shane. Make me crazed."
He nuzzled in, hummed low. He could smell them, heat
and sex and sweat altogether. "Make me fucking soar, Len."
"Good." Galen laughed. "We'll have to figure out who won
later."
He grinned, cuddling in for a second. "I did, of course."
"Uh huh." There was no rancor there, just a low easy
chuckle.
"So I just pull this thing out, yeah?" He was ready for a
nice snuggle, a bit of a snooze, maybe.
"I'll do it." They shifted, Galen stroking his back and
testing his muscles before gently easing the plug out. "There.
Now get back here." They got arranged together, arms and
legs and sticky skin all settling.
"Pushy." The words didn't have any heat, in fact, he was
grinning wide, cheek on Len's shoulder.
"You know it. I'm glad I took the dare."
"Yeah." He blinked, happy as a pig in shit, fingers stroking
Len's belly. "Yeah."
Galen laughed, going all boneless beneath him, both of
them so close to sleep. "Next time we'll play Twister."
"'kay. No mayonnaise though. We'll take our chances with
the mustard."
* * * *
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Galen watched Shane sleep. It was almost as good as
watching Shane come, but not quite. That was orgasmic, no
pun intended. The sleeping? Was peaceful. Good. He ran one
hand down Shane's back, remembering how the black base of
the plug had looked against Shane's smooth skin. Fucking
addictive, that's what it was.
Lord knew he ought to be running for the hills. He was
starting to get used to having Shane, starting to want things
he shouldn't. They played as well as they fucked, laughed
together, fought like dogs over a bone. He liked Shane.
Actually enjoyed the man's company. Thought about him
when Shane wasn't around, and not in just the whoa, horny
way. He thought about things he wanted to tell Shane, jokes
he wanted to share.
Trouble was, for all that Shane said Galen lit his fire like no
one else, he didn't figure Shane was into him that way. Kid
was easy going, sure. Friendly. And he liked what Galen did
to him in bed, no doubt about it. But Galen was pretty sure
going where he was only meant a world of hurt.
Still, a man had to live dangerously.
It was worth giving it his all.
* * * *
Okay, so he was an idiot.
Not that that little tidbit of information would shock
anyone, but still.
It was one thing to sleep on a pillow 'cause it smelled like
a certain someone, or to have a whiskey instead of a beer, or
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to have everything hiccup and still when anyone with a
certain type of black hat walked in.
But when a certain sweet slow song came on the hit list
while you were working and you got a ball of need that sort of
felt like you'd been beat?
Then you were in deep and just sorta had to pray you
weren't drowning alone.
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Chapter Five
Galen shrugged his shoulders, settling his jacket nice and
comfy. His cuffs showed perfectly, a half an inch below the
sleeves. Black silk jacket, open collar shirt, his good jeans
and boots, and his best black hat all made him look ... like he
was trying too hard.
Not that it mattered. He didn't have time to change a
hundred times like some beauty queen pageant host. He had
all of about fifteen minutes to haul his ass into town and pick
Shane up if they were going to make their dinner reservation.
He wasn't usually the fancy restaurant type, and he was
pretty damned sure Shane wasn't either, but Galen'd gotten
two free passes to the local country club from a developer
who wanted part of Galen's piece of swamp.
No way in all of the levels Hell was he gonna sell, but
Galen took the passes with a smile and promptly asked Shane
the next night if he wanted to go. They could get a nice meal
on someone else, and Galen could take Shane out and show
him off.
If he was pressed he wouldn't admit it, but there it was.
His trucked hummed right along the road, hugging the few
curves, and Galen sang along with the radio, loud and strong.
By the time he got to Shane's he'd forgotten his fashion
emergency. Mostly.
He hopped out and headed up and knocked, waiting
impatiently for Shane to open the door and get this over with.
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Shane opened the door, blue eyes going wide. "Fuck Fuck,
you're fine."
Shane wasn't looking bad himself, a pale blue shirt
hugging every inch of muscle, jeans pressed and dark,
frockcoat open and unbuttoned.
"Yeah? Well you look like a better supper than a fancy
country club can give me. I'd come in for a minute and show
you, but then we'd be all wrinkled. And late." Damn. Oh,
damn, Shane looked good.
Shane grinned, twirled. "Reckon you should be pleased.
It's rare someone rates the coat."
"I like it. 'Cept it hides your ass." He had to. Just had to. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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