Archer twisted to look at him. “I’ve got what I wished for.”
Conrad gulped. “Now I’m going to last one minute instead of two.”
Archer turned and smiled into the pillow. He clenched his butt as lube trickled down the seam of his backside and goose bumps popped up on his arms as Conrad’s fingers speared into the cleft of his cheeks and zeroed in on the pucker of his anus.
“You’re so tight,” Conrad said with a groan. “And I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.”
Conrad let out a strangled grunt. “You mean that?”
Archer turned to look at him. “I’ve been waiting a long time for someone to trust, for me to allow myself to trust. Not just that. I was waiting until I was loved. Until I loved.”
Did I just say that? Conrad looked struck dumb with shock.
“I love you,” Archer said and felt as though he’d suddenly become weightless. “I know I’m a pain in the neck, too introverted, too self-absorbed. I don’t deserve you, but I do love you.” He waited a beat. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“You don’t deserve me. But you can keep trying to deserve me. Just as I’ll keep trying to deserve you. Now shut up because you’re putting me off.”
Archer felt the rounded crest of Conrad’s cock push against his hole and he tensed. Shit. I’ve done this before. I know it feels good so fucking relax. Conrad tightened his grip around his hip, holding Archer steady as he kept up the pressure against his hole.
“Christ,” Conrad groaned. “Let me in.”
“Fucking do it,” Archer blurted. “Fuck me.”
“I’m trying.”
Conrad let out a burst of laughter, and Archer laughed too.
“Did you heal up or something?” Conrad panted, wriggling his hips to push harder.
“Stop messing around and do it.”
“I’m trying to be considerate.”
Archer bore down. “Fuck considerate.”
Conrad shoved and Archer felt the thick crown pop through and even as his muscles spasmed around the invader, he wanted it deeper, harder. He pushed his hips up into Conrad, and as Conrad slid his cock deep in one long thrust, discomfort switched to pleasure and forced a shuddering groan from Archer’s lips.
“Fuck me,” Archer gasped.
“I am. The Argentinean lake duck was otherwise occupied.”
How come everything this guy said made him smile? Conrad eased down until he lay on Archer’s back, the heat and weight of his body almost as much of a turn on as the cock in his arse. Conrad slid his hands down Archer’s arms until he reached his wrists, then he gripped tight.
“I love you too,” Conrad said.
“You’re not just saying that because you have your cock in my arse?”
Conrad pulled out. “Nope. It appears not. I still love you.”
Archer smiled into the pillow as Conrad pushed deep again, arching his hips and brushing Archer’s prostate on the way, and he kept hold of his wrists.
“Oh God, fuck,” Conrad mumbled. “Don’t move.”
The speed of his Conrad’s thrusts increased and Archer moaned with pleasure. Everything Conrad did felt good. Impossibly, he could feel his own cock unfurling against the sheet. The force behind Conrad’s thrusts changed tempo into longer drives and Conrad’s grip on his wrists intensified.
He felt Conrad’s cock swell inside him and Conrad’s long groan vibrated through him. A switch back to short fast jabs and then Conrad was crying out as he emptied himself. Archer used his muscles to clamp down on Conrad’s dick, milking him of the remnants of orgasm. Conrad slumped limp onto Archer’s back, releasing his wrists, his mouth pressed against Archer’s neck.
“What’s your name?” Conrad asked.
“Forgotten already?”
“I might have lost a few brain cells there but I mean the one you were born with.”
“Shahzad Durani.”
Conrad rolled off his back, disposed of the condom and lay on his side facing him. “Where did that come from?”
“My father. It was on my birth certificate. My mother gave me her surname, Woods, so I guess my father hadn’t stuck around. Maybe she hoped giving me his name might make him stay. My file with social services showed they’d tried to find him. He was an Afghani national. But there was no trace.”
“Shahzad.” Conrad tried out the word.
“I was called Zad when I was a kid. Bit too close to sad. It fit me well.”
“Do you want to be Zad or Archer?”
“I think you’d rather call me Archer.”
“Why?”
“Shahzad means son of the king. As a prince, I outrank you.”
Conrad laughed. “So it’s true. Someday my prince will come.”
Archer rolled over, his cock fully erect again. “How right you are.”
Epilogue
Archer sat in the public gallery listening to Conrad’s spirited defense of a guy accused of arson and got a hard-on. He had the same problem every time he came to court. Wearing his gown and wig, Conrad looked so controlled and confident, it made Archer think of those occasions when he didn’t look like that at all. Times when Conrad pushed Archer’s legs back to his chest and fucked him hard and fast, when Archer pressed Conrad’s face to the wall and fucked him hard and fast. A wild Conrad with his hair disheveled, sweat beading on his face, his eyes bright as the sky and a smile on his lips. Both versions of Conrad were equally hot.
The tattoo hadn’t happened yet but Archer was still working on it. But he’d persuaded Conrad to have his nipples pierced and he thought about them under that starched exterior. Only Archer knew Conrad’s secrets. Only Conrad knew his. Fuck it. He crossed his legs before he freaked out the woman sitting next to him. I love him so much it fucking hurts. I thought I was too broken to mend and he proved me wrong. I can’t imagine a day when he’s not by my side. When we die, I want us to die together, hand in hand. I can’t live without him.
Archer released a shaky breath. It was as if all his emotions had been bottled up over the years and Conrad had pulled out the cork. He made Archer feel safe. He was supposed to be the one who took care of Conrad but it turned out it was the other way around. Conrad kept him safe.
After this case was done they were going to stay for a couple of days with Conrad’s father. Things were better between them and Archer was glad about that. Archer had made another attempt to locate his father but records in Afghanistan weren’t easy to access without going to the country and Conrad had put his foot down about that. Not that it would have stopped Archer if he’d really wanted to go but it felt good to have someone who cared about his safety.
Archer worked for Conrad now alongside Sev. Archer didn’t mind Conrad telling him what to do as much as he thought he might. Even in bed. He didn’t need to work, but he wanted to, at least as long as Conrad still wanted to. He’d discovered he was good at evidence gathering, and enjoyed learning more about the use and misuse of technology—computers, cameras, mobile phones. Sev was careful to stay within the bounds of the law and Archer followed his lead.
Neither he nor Conrad had any idea of what had happened to Kinsale. The SIS didn’t wash their dirty linen in public but Conrad’s father had told them they’d never hear from the fucked-up bastard or about him again. Well, he hadn’t used the words fucked-up or bastard. Morgan’s gang had imploded after the death of its leader and was no longer a threat to Conrad, and the illegal armament business was down a few people. The sad thing was that others would step in and take their place. All this had accomplished very little except perhaps ridding the SIS of a bad man.
Sometimes Archer let himself wonder what had driven Kinsale to sell out. What had he wanted the money for? A sick wife? Sick kid? A fast car? Maybe he was being blackmailed. He hoped Conrad’s father would be able to tell them one day but Archer a
lso resented wasting a moment more of his life thinking about it.
The judge called an end to the day’s proceedings and Archer sighed with relief. He could still hardly believe he had another chance at an ordinary life. Though life with Conrad would never be ordinary. The guy had saved him over and over. It was still happening.
The clerk opened the door of Conrad’s room and closed it behind Archer. Conrad stood against the window, still wearing his gown but his wig was on the desk. His hair was all ruffled and Archer thought he was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen.
“Ready to go?” Archer asked.
Conrad’s eyes darkened. “Lock the door.”
Archer turned the key and smiled.
About the Author
Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide.
After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop.
Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, and she hopes they are as much fun to read as they are to write.
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Fall or Break, Book 1
Harper is no longer behind bars, but it doesn’t feel like it. Ten years serving time for a sexual assault he didn’t commit have left him shut down, numb, and a frozen wreck over the simplest of choices.
He’s acutely aware of the dark-haired young man checking him out in the supermarket, but he’s too deep in panic mode to even meet the guy’s gaze. Afraid the slightest move will trigger a fall that will never stop.
Fresh off a long-term relationship with a controlling man, Malachi is stuck living with relatives who think he’s a waste of oxygen. The tall guy in the long, gray coat is the first bright spot he’s glimpsed in a long time...though the man’s unblinking stare at a bottle of shower gel is a touch alarming.
Hard experience tells both of them to turn away before lust turns to hopeless attraction, and inevitably to disaster. But once their sparks connect, the arc of electricity is too strong to deny. Even if the cost is too much to bear.
Warning: Contains an ex-con with disaster written all over him, a boy toy who’s trouble with a capital T, a damp old British house, compulsive meddling, and enough hot sex to cure the severe case of nervous babbling.
The most dangerous refuge could be his lover’s arms.
Everyone has at least one deep-seated fear. For Tyler, it’s being in debt. He’s so desperate to get out and stay out of it, he’ll do almost anything—including selling his body at Saturday night sex parties.
But he refuses to open his mind to anyone, especially the men paying to use him however they want. The only time he’s truly happy is during the week at college, when he can escape into his music.
The moment Haris sees Tyler playing piano at a concert, he falls hard, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make the guy his. Even if it means—for the first time in his life—opening his wallet as wide and desperate as his heart.
£20,000 to live with a good-looking guy for four months? How can Tyler resist the chance to ditch the sex party scene for good? But neither man realizes how much they’re risking. And when outside forces close in, ready to destroy them, the trickiest part about the next four months could be just surviving.
Warning: Contains a “for hire” bad boy with a filthy mouth, an awkward guy with a penchant for BDSM, a hypochondriac butler who won’t shut up, a dog called Alcide, and a lot of hot and dirty M/M sex.
Her last days on Earth could be out of this world.
Zoe has accepted that a brain tumor will make this Christmas her last. She plans to spend it in the Caribbean, hoping some gorgeous guy will scoop her off the beach for a passionate affair, a one-night stand—anything just to be held and wanted.
When she discovers—horror of horrors—she has no unread books for the plane trip, she heads out for an early-hours run to good old 24/7 Supa-Mart.
Rowe’s and Kai’s lives are so regulated by their home planet’s equivalent of Big Brother they even have to hide their thoughts. Not easy when a secret attraction exists between them. When they’re chosen for an off-world reality show involving unsuspecting humans, they jump at this no-rules chance to open their hearts.
When the giant store’s exits clang shut, trapping Zoe and several others inside—including two impossibly sexy guys—Zoe figures she won’t need a beach for a no-strings romance. But it doesn’t take long for her to realize she could be facing the end of her short future sooner than she expected.
Warning: This book contains two hot aliens with “interesting anatomy”, one lucky human heroine, zero-gravity ménage sex, male-male tongue worship, and all the toys one super store can provide.
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