by L. E. Harner
“I need you, Zachary.” He pulled me close and ran a firm hand along my spine then cupped my ass.
“Yes.” My answer was very nearly a sigh, and I turned, pulling him with me until we tumbled onto the bed. Archer rolled us until I was on my back, his heavy body covering me from thighs to shoulders. Solid. Comforting. Mine.
The kisses started slow, with an almost-there brush of lips, while Archer pinned my wrists in his strong hands. He teased me with the promise of a kiss and I chased his mouth, seeking more, wanting his tongue his teeth, his lips.
“Hungry lover.” The laughter in his voice was right there, ready to spill.
“Tease,” I said. My own voice was strained as I lifted my head from the mattress, still chasing his kiss.
“Mmm…only a tease if I don’t keep my promises. I assure you, the follow through will be most thorough.” Still avoiding my mouth, his teeth grazed my neck and I arched and bucked against him, seeking more. His laughter flowed over me. Releasing my wrists, he cupped my face in his hands and plundered my mouth. I sighed into the kiss, surrendering. God, I’d needed this. Needed him. The kiss was sweet, steady, and as slow as if we had the rest of our lives together.
The sound of our moans and quick breaths filled the air as Archer finally released me from the drugging kiss and began to move lower. His hands and mouth worked magic on my skin, and even at this slow pace, Archer was a threat to my control. He worked one of my nipples, sucking and biting until the little nub was an achy peak before turning to give the other nip the same attention. “Mmm…love your nipples, Zee.”
I sucked in a breath at the nickname. It was a seldom-used reminder of what he’d told me the night I first submitted to him, more than a decade ago. After three years, the slow burn of desire had built to a raging need. I’d dropped to my knees at his feet and bowed my head in offering. My Master from that moment. He’d threaded his hands into my hair and tilted my head, his gaze steady. His words were like a tattoo on my heart.
Archer to Zachary. A to Z. That makes us complete. This is the beginning and the end for both of us, Zee.
How would adding Jeremiah to our relationship change us? I pushed aside my doubts, as Archer’s tongue at my hole brought me back to the here and now. In a scene or not, the man knew how to keep me focused. I moaned as his thumbs joined his tongue, opening me.
A second, then a third, finger joined the first, as Archer’s mouth moved to my balls. “I’m ready enough. Need you now, A.”
I might have keened or whimpered or whatever you want to call the unmanly sound that escaped as Archer slowly slid his fingers from my ass.
“I want you on your knees.”
Words escaped me as I reached for the lube on the nightstand and Archer slicked his cock. Archer pressed in some slick, then the head of his cock was pushing at my hole and I opened for him. When he was seated deep inside, Archer wrapped his arms around my chest and used his superior height to pull us both up upright, resting on our shins, with me impaled on his cock.
“So full.”
“Yes,” he whispered. Then Archer shifted again, spread his thighs and lifted me fully onto his lap. I leaned back against his chest and dropped my head onto his shoulder. As deep as he was, our movements were small, slow, and so intimate, I felt he could see into my soul. I was flying, surrounded by Archer, tethered to the world by the strength of his arms.
“Love you, Archer.”
The arms holding me tightened and his lips pressed against my neck. Then the words I needed more than my next breath whispered across my damp skin.
“Don’t ever doubt my love again. You’re mine, Zachary. Never. Letting. Go.”
~~The End~~
About the Author
Laura likes it hot, which helps explain why she ended up Arizona after living in such diverse places as Japan, New Orleans, Maine, and Florida. She once enjoyed hobbies such as gardening and travel. Now the characters in her head compel her to tell their stories to her readers, so she writes. She shares her home with her husband and youngest son, two dogs, and a cat. Laura also writes under the name L.E. Harner, and her books can be found at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance eBooks, and other online retailers.
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Other L.E. Harner Titles Now Available
Part of Me
Jason's life hasn't been easy. Feeling responsible for the death of his twin the night they graduated from high school, Jason commits emotional suicide by revealing he's gay after his brother's funeral, permanently severing all ties with his ultra-conservative parents. But when he runs to Hunter Dane for comfort, all he can see is the same rejection mirrored on his best friend's face.
Twelve years later, Jason needs all the support he can get to beat back the cancer invading his body. When Hunter unexpectedly shows up to shift from former friend to caregiver, Jason must battle his attraction even while he's waging the biggest fight of his life.
Altered States, free prologue for the Altered States Series
New Orleans Police Detective Sam Garrett can't believe his bad luck when he's assigned to investigate a string of gay-bashings turned deadly in the French Quarter. Especially when he realizes Travis Boudreaux, his new, hot, and most-likely-straight partner, plans to use him as bait. The worst part? They’ve got no back-up because the rest of the city is preoccupied by another series of killings — the victims drained of blood.
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Deep Blues Goodbye, Book One of the Altered States Series
The world might not have been ready for vampires when NOPD Detective Travis Boudreaux had the bad taste to sit up at his own funeral, but two years later, the new cause célèbre is civil rights for preternatural beings and most humans are on the bandwagon. Except whoever is killing vampires and wannabes.
Detective Sam Garrett hates all things preternatural. Having your undead partner try to make you his first meal will do that to a guy. One final screw-up gets Sam banished to the Paranormal Criminal Investigations Unit—the Odd Squad—under the oversight of Detective Danny Burkette.
Now it’s up to Burkette to work with Garrett by day and Boudreaux by night as they follow a trail of clues that leads from the historic cemeteries of New Orleans to the bayous of southern Louisiana. Under the all-too-interested gaze of a Master vampire and the local werewolf pack Alpha, they discover some lessons in life—and death—take longer to learn…and not all second chances are created equal.
Warning: In this series the vampires don’t sparkle, werewolves kill, and sometimes the men have sex. With each other.
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Ty Hard, Book One of the Willow Springs Ranch Series
Tyler has used Don't Ask, Don't Tell as a shield against the truth since he was seventeen. Now, Ty finds himself cut loose from his Navy career after months of rehab from a debilitating head injury. At a loss as to what to do with his life, he travels to Willow Springs Ranch in Arizona to visit his surrogate father, only to arrive minutes after his oldest friend's death. Ty must come to terms with the loss while he fights to keep the PTSD from pulling him under. The last thing he's ready to think about is his growing attraction for another man.
Rancher Cass Cartwright's relationships never last more than a few hours, and that's just the way he likes it. Now he's in danger of doing the one thing he swore never to do: fall in love. Can Cass convince Ty to let go of his past or will sabotage at the ranch kill their love before it has a chance to grow?
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Hold Tight, Book Two of the Willow Spring Ranch Series
Sheriff Holden Titus had organized his fresh start down to the last detail. Except for the part about the bomb that blew his plans all to hell. Now he’s running out of time, without a job, without a home, and struggling to get back on his feet. Literally.
Despite the impolite rejection,
Drew knows he didn’t have the wrong impression months ago when he asked the sheriff to dance, but he never expected to have Holden’s life in his hands. Literally.
Thanks to some meddlesome matchmaking, the two men are now temporary housemates at the Willow Springs Ranch and Drew is determined to help Holden heal, both physically and emotionally. Even if it means he has to drag the other man kicking and screaming to physical therapy…and out of the closet. In fact, that might be kind of fun.
The problem is, Holden doesn’t consider himself in the closet…but not all secrets are created equal.
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Oceans Apart, Book Two of the Separate Ways Series
It’s been two years since Lord Jamie Mainwaring and Detective Remy Remington worked and loved their way through their one and only case before going their separate ways.
Now Jamie is once again mixing agency business with pleasure as he and his partner, Agent Ryan Whiteside, are assigned to a case involving piracy in the Caribbean.
Remy and his old friend Miggy are still detectives, but they’ve gone private in Phoenix. When their biggest client sends them to supervise an unusual diamond transfer, they think their toughest challenge will be maintaining their cover as a gay couple on a barefoot-style cruise.
When murder connects the dots between the two cases, the four men must learn to work together as relationships and loyalties are tested amid misunderstandings and memories on the high seas.
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Rescued, Book, Two of the Three’s Allowed Series
Elizabeth Ashford runs into the wilderness near a highway rest area, trying to escape her abusive husband before he kills her. Self-made millionaire and expert in high tech security, Michael Enwright is at the first rest stop of his long overdue sabbatical when he sees the fleeing woman and intervenes, saving Elizabeth's life, while nearly losing his own. When Michael's help is misinterpreted, he ends up handcuffed and face down in the dirt before Elizabeth can set her former lover, Sheriff Graeme Kennedy, straight. In order to protect Lizzie, Graeme is forced to work with Michael and brings both of them to his cabin for protection.
Now Graeme finally has Elizabeth under his roof, right where he's always wanted her. So why is he jacking off to visions of the drop dead gorgeous and take-charge Michael? Some things never change.
