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Sunday, December 21, 2014

Hide and Seek – 21



Graham woke to find the bed empty and for a brief moment wondered if it had all been a dream. Then his body told him, in more ways than he could count, what had happened in the last twenty-four hours had been real. His ankle ached painfully, his ass ached but in that wonderful way which said it had been well and truly used by the only man who had ever really counted in his life.

He smiled to himself, remembering Quade’s declaring, even as he pounded into him, that he loved him. ‘Not for your body, though it’s pretty damned fine,’ Quade had managed to gasp out, ‘but for who you are, baby.’ Graham was barely able to get out the words ‘I love you too’ before they fell over the edge into ecstasy.

Pushing back the covers, Graham eased to the edge of the bed and sat up. When he put his feet on the floor he recoiled as pain shot through his ankle. “Bloody hell,” he growled, wondering how he was going to make it from there to the bathroom. He had the feeling even crawling, if he’d been willing to do that, would aggravate it more.

“Need help?” Quade asked, strolling into the room. His gaze went from the Graham’s pain-etched face to his ankle, not missing the morning wood he was sprouting. Crossing to the bed he helped Graham stand and half carried him to the bathroom. Chuckling when he realized the first order of business was Graham’s need to relieve himself, he kept his hands firmly on Graham’s waist, promising not to watch. When Graham was finished, Quade helped him sit on the edge of the huge bathtub. Kneeling in front of him, he eyed Graham’s erect cock, licked his lips suggestively and then, much to Graham’s grumbling frustration, began to unwrap his ankle.

“This doesn’t look good,” Quade told him once he could see it. It was still badly swollen and now bruising had appeared as well. “Back to bed with you,” he said succinctly as he picked Graham up.

“Put me down, damn it. I really need a shower.”

“Later.” Quade carried him back to the bedroom and the bed. “Stay.”

Despite his pain and frustration Graham laughed. “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say to you… pup? Or would that be ‘cub’?”

“That would be ‘sir’,” Quade growled. “And don’t you forget it.” He grinned, bending to kiss Graham thoroughly before heading out of the room.

The kiss reawakened Graham’s flagging cock and he considered ignoring Quade’s order and going to find him. When he moved his foot however, he had second thoughts. “This could be a really long stay,” he muttered. Not that that thought particularly bothered him considering who his ‘doctor’ was.

* * * *

Quade returned a few minutes later bearing ice packs in one hand and a tray of food in the other. Putting them down, he helped Graham sit up with his back against the headboard. Placing the tray beside him, Quade told him to eat. He put pillows under the ankle to elevate it and placed the icepacks on either side. Then he sat back as he watched Graham wolf down the food.

“Hungry, baby?”

“Yes. Besides it takes my mind off of other things.”

“And what would those other things be?” Quade dropped his gaze from Graham’s face to his cock, which was standing at attention, begging to be touched.

Graham caught him looking and chuckled. “That among other things, but I’m not really in a position for us to do anything about it, or yours.”

“I’d debate that. You’re in a perfect position.” Quade moved to settle himself between Graham’s legs, being careful not to disturb his ankle. Putting his hands on each side of Graham’s hips he took the head of Graham's cock into his mouth, licking and sucking, teasing the slit with his tongue.

Graham groaned, wanting more, wanting to push deeply into Quade’s hot mouth. When Quade took him fully into his throat, Graham fought to keep from instantly coming, riding the waves of pleasure Quade was giving him.

Enjoying it, baby?

Graham didn’t even react to Quade’s voice in his head. After having it happen several times last night he was used to it. “More than…” he moaned. “I’m going to…” He exploded, shouting Quade’s name.

After Graham returned to something close to normal, Quade crawled up the bed to settle beside him, kissing him gently. Graham tasted himself on Quade’s lips and in Quade's mouth when he delved into it. As he did he ran his hands down Quade’s muscled chest to the top of his jeans. Quickly he had them open and Quade’s rock-hard shaft in one hand. He stroked it, running his palm over the leaking slit, using the precum as lube. Quade growled low in his throat. Lifting his hips he pushed his jeans down and then closed his eyes, giving himself over to the waves of pleasure engulfing him until his orgasm consumed him.

Knew we could do it Quade pronounced in Graham’s head, unable to speak until he caught his breath.

“Practice, cub,” Graham replied, earning him a mock glare from Quade. “Hey, if I’m ‘baby’ you’re ‘cub’ so deal with it.”

“From you, I will.” Quade smiled as he kissed him. “Love you.”

“Mmm. Love you back.”

Thursday, December 18, 2014

New Release - Fire and Water

When you mix fire and water you get steam!  And that's exactly what I was going for with this story. 



Officer Red Markham knows about the ugly side of life after a car accident left him scarred and his parents dead. His job policing the streets of Carlisle, PA, only adds to the ugliness, and lately, drug overdoses have been on the rise. One afternoon, Red is dispatched to the local Y for a drowning accident involving a child. Arriving on site, he finds the boy rescued by lifeguard Terry Baumgartner. Of course, Red isn’t surprised when gorgeous Terry won’t give him and his ugly mug the time of day.

Overhearing one of the officer’s comment about him being shallow opens Terry’s eyes. Maybe he isn’t as kindhearted as he always thought. His friend Julie suggests he help those less fortunate by delivering food to the elderly. On his route he meets outspoken Margie, a woman who says what’s on her mind. Turns out, she’s Officer Red’s aunt.

Red and Terry’s world collide as Red tries to track the source of the drugs and protect Terry from an ex-boyfriend who won’t take no for an answer.  Together they might discover a chance for more than they expected—if they can see beyond what’s on the surface.
 
 
Excerpt:
A roar of laughter came up from the large table behind them, and Terry turned to see what was happening. It was just a bunch of guys. He recognized one of them as one of the paramedics from that afternoon. He watched them for a few minutes and then turned back to Julie.
“Hey, Red,” he heard one of the men call. For some reason Terry turned to see who it was and then quickly looked away. It was the huge police officer who’d been at the pool. Terry turned back to the bar.
“It’s that policeman from the pool,” Julie said from next to him. “The one with the scar.”
“Yeah, I saw him.” Terry took another gulp from his glass. He’d noticed the guy as soon as he’d entered the pool area. Who wouldn’t? The guy was huge. When Terry had first seen him, his mouth had begun to water. He was just his type: tall, broad, built, filling out that uniform in all the right places. A dreamboat… that is, until he’d gotten a look at the poor guy’s face. To say he was ugly wasn’t right either… more like unfortunate. As his dad had said as a joke once, “He had a face only a mother could love.”
“I wonder what happened to him,” Julie said and looked at Terry when he huffed a little. “He seemed like a good enough guy. That woman was all over you, but he listened and got down to the truth. There were no accusations, and he was nice enough, for a cop with a job to do.” Her eyes widened. “Something did happen to him. He wasn’t born with that scar, and maybe he was poor and didn’t have the money for braces and the things we did.”
Terry turned back around. “I guess so.” He swallowed really hard and continued watching the man, trying not to look like he was watching him. Once, when he looked up, Terry caught his gaze. He knew instantly that the man recognized him, and Terry turned back around.
“You guess so?” Julie said and then chuckled.
“I just agreed with you,” he told her, and their conversation stopped when the news came on one of the channels again, and Julie’s attention was diverted.
There were mirrors behind the bar, mostly ones advertising various kinds of beer. He could see the police officer in one of them. The guys he was with were loud, laughing a lot, and a few times Terry caught a glimpse of a smile from the officer. It made Terry want to smile too. He turned back around and scanned the room.