Tolliver
opened his eyes and turned his head. His heart stuttered at the wonder of the
gift he’d been given. It wasn’t a dream. Garrett was really here, asleep beside
him. Big Garrett, who surpassed every fantasy Tolliver had ever envisioned. At
thirty-eight, Tolliver had enjoyed his share of men and loved drooling over big,
muscled hunks. But in the back of his mind, he yearned for a partner, someone
to deeply love and to be loved back. This thing,
this connection he felt with Garrett, was everything and more than he could
have hoped for.
If only he
could turn onto his side and trace the muscles outlined by the tight T-shirt
Garrett wore. If only he could give Garrett half as much pleasure as the man
had given him. But until his hands and body healed, that wasn’t going to
happen.
Frustration
had Tolliver wanting to lash out and hit something. Of course that also wasn’t
happening either in his current condition.
The arm under
his neck bent, bringing his head closer to Garrett’s. Clear blue eyes looked at
him from a handsome face lined with maturity. Along with muscles, Tolliver like
his men older. While he had enjoyed dating men his own age, it was the mature
man that did it for him. A friend once informed Tolliver, during a conversation
that involved an entire bottle of wine, that he was a follower and that was why
he was attracted to older men. Tolliver had to admit he couldn’t argue with
that statement. He’d never felt the need to lead the way to anything.
“What are you
thinking about?”
Tolliver could
listen to the deep, quiet bass of Garrett’s voice forever. His prick filled,
seconding the forever idea.
“It’s not fair
that I can’t find out all the secrets to your body,” Tolliver answered. “I want
to climb on top of you and ride that big cock until you can’t take it anymore.
The thought of you flipping me over and plunging into my hole has my prick
leaking with want.”
“Ah, my wee
one, you do have a way with words.”
Garrett’s kiss
demanded the submission Tolliver needed to give. Tolliver’s world narrowed down
to a tongue seeking entry between his lips. Soon Garrett’s tantalizing flesh
was exploring his mouth, bringing waves of pleasure rushing through his system.
Tolliver
raised his hand to Garrett’s cheek. The stubble pricked his sensitive skin.
Garrett lifted his lips away, and their eyes met. Tolliver could hope only that
through his gaze, Garrett could see all of his wants, needs, and hope.
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Jack
Sutton is finally going home, hoping to begin again. Will the handsome doctor
he meets help him, or crush his hopes and dreams?
There
is a dark lust burning hotly between them, something Jack can’t ignore, even
after he learns that Garrett Marsden is the son of the woman Jack accidentally
killed.
In
the beginning, all Garrett wanted was to extract revenge from the man who had
killed his mother. He has waited years for Jack to return to Silver. Then
feelings begin to change. The need for revenge is gone, being replaced by a
growing love on Garrett’s part. He wants more from Jack Sutton than sex. He
wants a future with the other man, but doesn’t know if they can get beyond the
memory of the death of Garrett’s mother, and Jack’s part in the unthinkable
tragedy.
STORY EXCERPT
The
soft swooshing sound of the door opening and closing woke Jack. Nurses had been
coming and going every couple of hours, checking his vitals, asking him how he
was feeling. Now that he had decided to go home, he was surprised at how much
better he felt. He had even been able to go to sleep without trouble.
He
didn’t need to see the face of the tall man silhouetted for a moment against
the light from the hall to know who it was. Jack’s breath caught, and his heart
began to beat a little faster.
“What
are you doing here?” he asked, unable to keep the note of anger out of his
voice.
Garrett
Marsden moved closer to the bed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Jack
didn’t believe him. The guy was out for revenge. He had fucked Jack, ordered
him around, and even brought the sheriff up to the bedroom, knowing that Jack
would be naked and waiting for him. He sure as hell wasn’t going to worry about
whether he woke Jack or not.
“I’m
sorry about your mom. I really am,” Jack told Garrett, his voice filled with
the passion of his regret. “But there’s nothing I can do to bring her back, so
leave me alone.”
Jack
turned away and onto his uninjured side as he spoke, letting Garrett know he
had nothing more to say on that or any other subject. He was relieved that he
had been able to convince his parents to go home, rather than stay there with
him. He didn’t want them to wonder who Garrett was and why he was there,
although as a doctor that would probably be simple enough to explain.
“About
this morning…”
The
sudden need to puke had Jack sitting up and reaching for the basin on the
bedside table. As he emptied the contents of his stomach the wound in his side
felt as if it was being ripped open. He groaned and spit the last of the
foul-smelling liquid from his mouth. A large hand was on his shoulder.
Garrett’s other hand took the basin from him and out of sight.
“I’ll
be right back,” Garrett told him gently, the heat of his hand imprinted on
Jack’s skin, even after he left Jack sitting there.
Jack
wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, trying to catch his breath. He heard
the toilet flush and water running in the sink. Seconds later Garrett returned
with a wet washcloth. Jack took it with a shaky hand and wiped his mouth.
Garrett poured water into a cup from the pitcher on the table. He waited until
Jack was ready to rinse his mouth out. He did so, still not looking at the
other man.
Falling
weakly back against the pillows, Jack closed his eyes. This had to be a bad
dream. It couldn’t possibly be anything else. One bad decision led to another.
He couldn’t escape the memories of the past, however. Years of trying to do
just that had proved that it was impossible. He had promised his parents that
he would stay, and he knew he couldn’t break their hearts again.
“Could
you just go, Doctor?” Although he knew the man’s name now, he wanted to keep it
as impersonal between them as possible. “I’m really tired.”
There
wasn’t an immediate response. Jack held his breath. Garrett finally answered.
“Okay. Get some rest. We’ll talk another time about what happened.”
That
was something that was never going to happen. Jack’s new life was beginning the
moment Garrett Marsden walked out the door.
As
soon as the door closed behind the doctor, Jack got out of bed. He found clean
clothes in the drawer and chuckled. He could smell his mother’s favorite
laundry detergent and knew she was responsible. He dressed quickly, shoving his
wallet, keys, and cell phone, into his pockets. He jammed his feet into his
boots and laced them quickly, ignoring the pain in his side.
Walking
to the door, Jack opened it and looked up and down the hallway. The nurses’
station was about thirty feet away. He didn’t really want to cause trouble for
the nurses, but he wasn’t going to argue with anyone about whether he should
leave or not. When the only nurse at the station turned away, Jack hurried down
the hall, in the opposite direction, where he knew the elevators were located.
He would have gone down the stairs, but didn’t know if there was any kind of
alarm connected to them.
Jack
got outside without encountering anyone other than people coming in to visit
patients. He nodded and smiled at a few people that he knew, but didn’t stop to
speak to anyone. Once out on the street, he figured he better call his dad for
a ride. Heading toward downtown Silver, he pulled his phone out and made the
call that would finally get him home.
ADULT EXCERPT
Jack
had managed to get through a five-year stint in prison without getting raped.
His size and attitude might have had something to do with that. The same got
him into enough trouble with other inmates, those wanting to put him in his
place, wanting to be sure he wasn’t a threat to their own status within the
ranks. It had been five years of survival of the fittest.
His
gaze shifted again and went to the man’s groin. The size of the cock behind the
denim was long, thick, and definitely in a state of arousal. He looked up from
there and saw the glint of raw lust in the man’s dark eyes.
“Your
choice. You have a debt. Are you willing to pay it?” The doctor’s voice was
dark and rough.
It
went through Jack, pulling at him, which was damn disturbing to him. The very
fact that the man wanted to fuck him should have been enough to turn him off.
Instead, he found that he was strangely attracted.
Jack
would never know what made him make the choice he did. Maybe it was his
physical weakness. He didn’t know or care. Nodding, he bent to unlace his
boots. Once he pulled them off his feet, he stood to push his jeans and
underwear to his ankles. He stepped out of them, wanting to get this over with.
Sex didn’t mean much to him. It was just sex, a way to relieve an itch. Still,
he had never bottomed, had never wanted to do so, and didn’t quite know what to
expect. What he did know was that this doctor he had called to save him, was
now turning his world upside down.
Carefully
bending over the end of the dresser as he was ordered, Jack spread his legs and
rested his head against the cool wood surface. With his ass in the air and
completely vulnerable, he needed to think of something else. His heart was
pounding madly in his chest. His blood was rushing through his veins. He was
going to get a fucking dick shoved in his ass to pay a doctor’s bill. He didn’t
have to be a genius to know that a visit by the cops would probably be next, if
he didn’t settle his account. Because dealing with the law was something he
wanted to avoid, he accepted his fate.
When
lubed fingers speared between the cheeks of Jack’s ass and into his virgin
asshole, his body jerked violently. His breath hissed between his clenched
teeth. Pressing his eyes closed, he tried to relax. The pain was incredible,
making the knife wound seem insignificant in comparison.
Neither
of them spoke. Jack didn’t know what to expect. The pain eased as his muscles
were worked expertly. There was no talking. The entire process was done with
swift efficiency. He should have been grateful, but he was suddenly aware of
being equally disinterested in the personal aspect of the act in the past. How
many men had he placed in exactly the position he was in now? He couldn’t even
remember the last time he saw a man’s face as he fucked him.
Now
a large hand pressed between Jack’s shoulder blades as the head of the doctor’s
cock began to press into him. Shuddering, Jack waited, hoping he could get
through this. The way he looked at it, it wasn’t any worse than anything else
he had ever experienced. He owed the doctor, and he was paying a debt. The
thought helped get him beyond the reality of having a dick in his ass.
What
Jack hadn’t been prepared for was his own dick getting hard. It began to fill
with blood as the doctor’s huge hunk of flesh pushed relentlessly into his
cavity. Jack didn’t know how or why he was getting hard, when the fucking
experience was so uncomfortable. He felt as if he were being split in half.
There was some pain, but it was obviously turning into something his body, if
not his mind, was enjoying. His dick was pushed into the end of the dresser
when the doctor shoved in the last few inches, finally buried.
Jack
bit his lower lip and pressed his eyes shut. His breath hitched and his heart
pounded as the doctor withdrew his dick slowly, until only the head remained
inside, before slamming back in. It was the start of an almost brutal claiming.
Almost, because it was given some balance by the pegging of his gland, which
sent shock waves of pleasure throughout his body.
An
unmanly whimper escaped him when he felt his balls tighten. The head of his
dick was rubbing against the dresser. A hand reached between his spread legs
and grabbed his balls, squeezing and pulling them. His asshole clenched, and
his breath stuttered as he inhaled sharply.
He
wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this, Jack told himself severely. He was paying
a debt. Who the hell got excited about paying a bill?
I can't wait for book three. Woo hooo
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