The stream of lube slipping between Monte's buttocks felt cold on his heated flesh. But Jeff's hand was warm as he spread it around Monte's anus and then slowly thrust a finger, then fingers into him. Monte writhed. Fresh itching heat flashed over his body. From the small sounds, he deduced Jeff was stroking his own cock, applying a generous coating of lube there as well.
Then Jeff caught Monte by the hips and dragged him back until his legs dangled off the end of the bed. Monte managed to get his feet under him enough to lift his body to a good angle. He felt Jeff's cock probing for entrance and pushed back into that welcome invasion. Jeff was big, but he took it easy, careful, giving Monte time to relax and accept him. Only when Monte began to moan did he pick up the pace and start to move, thrusting harder and deeper with each rocking drive.
Monte felt Jeff's dick swell, hardening yet more as he neared a climax. It was too soon for Monte to come again, but he reveled in the sensations of Jeff's eager movements, the gasping breath and the moaning whimper an instant before he felt Jeff erupt inside him.
Jeff sagged over Monte's prone body for a moment. Finally he drew free and crawled up on the bed. They moved together to lie face to face on their sides, wrapping arms and legs around each other as the heat gradually drained away. Monte tugged part of the bedspread free, enough to draw it up over the two of them.
Listening to Jeff's deep, even breathing, he thought the other man had fallen asleep. He was content just to hold his new lover; someone he instinctively felt would be a best friend, a real partner. If only Jeff's career would not keep him far away too much of the time.
"You okay, Monte?" Jeff's voice came low, just above a whisper, as if he wanted to be sure he didn't waken Monte if he were asleep.
"I'm fine. Right here and fine as frog hair, as my grandpa used to say."
"I was thinking," Jeff began. "Homeland Security has teams of special agents that go wherever they're needed, trouble spots and new cases, but they also have some resident agents, people assigned to a specific area to monitor things, deal with little cases and watch for major cases like this one that need special action. I was thinking it might be nice to have a home for a while, a place to put down a few roots and enjoy my free time like regular folks do. One of those agents is posted on the air base and I understand the guy is about to retire. What if I asked for a reassignment?"
Monte could hardly believe his ears. It sounded like an absolute dream come true. "I'd...that'd be great, but won't you miss the non-stop action, the adrenaline rush of pursuing a big sexy case?"
Jeff chuckled, sliding a hand down between their bodies to fondle Monte's cock. "I figure there are other ways to get my highs. Even making deliveries has its rewards. I think I'll make a special delivery here in just a few minutes."
Monte shifted to press a kiss on Jeff's smiling mouth. "It ought to be illegal to be this happy, but maybe I've paid my dues to earn it. Right now I'm open for your business, any and all of it."
Deirdre O'Dare
Deirdre O'Dare, who also writes milder (roughly PG-13 rated) romance as Gwynn Morgan, has loved reading and writing since early childhood. Writing came naturally to Deirdre/Gwynn, who scribed her first simple verse at age eight. An avid reader, she devoured hundreds of books while growing up and later as an adult. Somewhere along the way she found romance and then romance with more explicit and detailed love scenes. "Ah ha," said she, "I think I have found my niche!" In the last decade after leaving her "day job" as a civilian employee of the U. S. Army, she finally settled into romantic fiction writing as a second career. Deirdre has a growing number of shorts and novellas, all published by Amber Heat.
With Irish and Welsh ancestry on both sides of her family, Deirdre has always been enthralled by the history and customs of the Celtic peoples as they have come down to us. The Mother Goddess idea particularly resonates with her as well as the notion that physical expressions of love between consenting couples are both a divine gift and a sacred duty to honor the Mother. Deirdre admits her favorite heroes are cops, cowboys and Celts.
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Released from prison after three hellish years, Mike needs help. All he can offer is his willingness to work and his background in repairing and racing stock cars. He gives this freely to Jeff and soon finds he wants to give more. Will his benefactor be willing to accept the love of an ex-con who still has a blot on his name? Mike is scared to ask, but nature takes matters out of his hands.
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