Reece made desperate sounds as I told him all the fun things we were going to do together. Well, the things I was going to have fun doing to him. I had a feeling he wouldn’t mind, though. The way his hips were pumping up and down, and the low hums that had my cock vibrating with pleasure, were a pretty good clue.
“You’re going to enjoy that, aren’t you?” Sliding deeper into him, I finally let my finger caress over his prostate. Muscles clenched down around me, and it was like his body was pulling me deeper, desperate for more. “My sexy boy is a good bottom for me. But I can’t help but wonder how he’s going to do when I fuck myself on his dick.”
My cock popped right out of Reece’s mouth, and his head jerked up, looking at me like I was nuts. Laughing, I pulled my finger out and smacked his ass. “I didn’t say you could stop. I also didn’t say you were going to top. I said I was going to use your dick for my pleasure. That’s something entirely different, Pet.”
Pushing his head back down, because his mouth had better uses than just to hang open while he was struck dumb, he wrapped his lips around my cock even more enthusiastically than he had before. Pleasure shot through me, and I cursed my stupid multitasking idea as I had to focus enough to start playing with him again.
Reaching between his legs, I took off the restraint around his dick. Shock had cooled him somewhat, but the naughty things going through his head seemed to just send him higher, because it didn’t take long before he was even more turned on than he had been before. Knowing we didn’t have much time, I decided to speed things up, and I pushed my finger back inside him, letting my finger run over his prostate, teasing him with concentrated pleasure.
“You can’t come yet, Pet. I want to feel that mouth wrapped around me, and I want my cum flooding into your mouth first.” Slow circles around his prostate and dirty words made him have to fight his orgasm.
Reece’s body clenched around my finger, and I could feel his need to come pushing at him, ready to crash over him at any moment. Damn Eli and his insanity. Reece took me deep into his mouth again, letting my cock touch the back of his throat, and I finally stopped fighting the urge to come. “Right there, Reece, swallow me down, Pet.”
His throat tightened around me for just a moment, and I exploded, cum shooting out of me in long ropes that had him swallowing around me, frantic to get it all. His stretched, red lips and the blissful needy look on his face as he waited for his own pleasure was incredible.
He was the most beautiful sub I’d ever seen.
When he was licking the remaining cum from my cock and looking up at me with those big brown eyes, pleading and hovering right at his orgasm, I finally let him come. Nailing his prostate with one quick thrust, I let the rest of my fingers roll around his aching balls and moved my leg enough that his cock brushed against it. “Come.”
Reece’s eyes just about rolled back in his head, and he gave a rough shout as his orgasm crashed over him. Letting him ride my finger and frantically thrust his cock against my leg, I kept his pleasure going as long as I could.
When he finally sagged down on me, breathless and wrung out, I eased my finger from his body and caressed him in long, soothing strokes. What we both needed was a nap, but we were down to minutes before Eli was going to be at the door, and I wasn’t sure how honest Reece was going to be with him.
Gathering Reece up in my arms, I kissed him tenderly, loving the little moans of protest that escaped. “Inviting him over was your idea. So however you want to meet him is fine, but I plan on having clothes on, Pet.”
Reece’s eyes widened as he realized how long we’d been in the bedroom. “Shit.”
I laughed as he jumped out of bed, unsteady legs barely carrying him to the bathroom. Cleaning myself off the best I could as I heard the water come on, I didn’t even try to follow him into the shower. We’d run out of time for distractions. Frustrated, I put my clothes on and started working on getting the room back in order.
Reece was out of the bathroom in minutes. Hair still dripping, he ran to find clothes while mumbling under his breath about Eli and the damned blog. I was usually a pretty efficient shopper, even when it came to panties and things, so I’d never browsed around the blog portion of Leashes and Lace. But I was going to either learn to ask more questions, or just go back and actually read some of the rambling posts that I’d avoided in the past. Because I couldn’t be the only person who had no idea what was going on and who that “damned man” was.
Low curses and frustrated growls came from Reece’s room, making me laugh, but by the time Eli rang the doorbell, Reece was dressed and looked reasonably presentable. I thought he still had that sexy look of someone who’d been well fucked, but he wasn’t naked and we were both clean, so it was fine with me.
As he opened the door, I stood back, hoping that the drama would be over. No such luck. Eli just threw himself at Reece, wailing and still hysterically emotional. “Preston fired Roman!”
Shit.
I was never going to get my lasagna.
Chapter 18
Reece
Throwing myself down on the couch in a pretty good imitation of Eli, I sighed. “That was exhausting.”
Houston plopped into his favorite oversized chair, nodding. “Agreed. You finally got him calmed down, though. I was very impressed.”
Laughing, because he was honestly serious, I turned so I could see him better. “And you got your lasagna.”
I thought Houston, with his firm voice and calming presence, was the only reason Eli had stopped losing his marbles. Houston, on the other hand, thought Eli was crazy and had said he’d just drawn a line in the sand to stop the insanity and drama.
“Ages after I was promised it.” Houston frowned and glanced at the kitchen, glowering. “And he ate most of my leftovers.”
There was at least one meal for later in the week, but I wasn’t going to say that. Forcing myself off the couch, I walked over and curled up on his lap. “I’ll make you something else good this week, so you’ll have lots of leftovers. We’ll pick out some of your favorite meals. How does that sound?”
Houston’s arms tightened around me, and he pulled me close. “Perfect. As long as I actually get it, and that nut doesn’t go postal again.”
Being at home every night without the constant need to run back to work sounded wonderful, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about the rest of it. “Well, with Roman gone, things should quiet down.”
“You don’t sound particularly happy about that, Pet.” Houston’s hand came up to start absently caressing my hair, his tired voice coming across very confused. “He seemed absolutely miserable when he was talking about Roman.”
“I know.” I sighed as the waves of stress started melting away under his touch. “But something about the way they looked at each other, and the sparks that didn’t just fly but exploded, made me think they were eventually going to work their shit out.”
They’d been like one of those movie couples who just needed the right moment to see they were perfect for each other. Not that I was going to say that to Houston. He’d find out about my love of sappy movies at some point, but there was no reason to rush into explaining my obsession.
Houston paused long enough to think about what I’d said before he responded, “Sometimes people have chemistry but just can’t function together. Whatever Roman’s problem is, Eli might be better off without him. The company is probably better off too.”
Houston seemed to roll the idea around in his head, and I could feel him nodding as he thought through it all. “Yes, from what you both said, he’s a talented photographer, but anyone who’s causing that many problems in an office has to be costing the business somewhere. Time, labor dollars, lost opportunities, overall morale, and just inefficiency have to be taken into consideration.”
“You might be right. I know that sales are up and traffic to the site is off the charts, but you could cut the tension with a knife the last couple of times they had to be in a room together.” I wasn�
��t familiar enough with the business to know how it would affect things. But it was still sad. “I just wanted them to be happy.”
Closing my eyes, I forced my muscles to relax and tried to push away the stress that had compiled over the course of Eli’s impromptu visit. “I also wanted them to calm down and function, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards.”
Houston snorted. “I’m not sure Eli would like anyone who was calm and functional.”
I frowned, trying to see it from his perspective. “I don’t know. He responds to you when you use that Dom voice and tell him to stop losing his shit.”
I’d been incredibly impressed when Eli had gone from hysterical to reasonably functional during the course of the phone call. It had even worked fairly well when Houston had finally had enough of the babbling drama queen who had thrown himself on the couch. Eli had been in full hysteria mode and hadn’t seen any reason to turn it off.
Houston nodded, his chin brushing against my head. “Yes, but he also likes the fireworks and seems to feed off the passion.”
That was the part that didn’t make sense. “I just can’t imagine that. They’re exhausting to watch; living it would be too stressful.”
Houston kissed the top of my head, and his hand started rubbing slow circles on my back. “My thoughts exactly, but everyone needs something different.”
“Well, I just need a Dom who’s calm, and gruff, and looks hot in panties.” I smiled as he laughed, his hand moving to cup my cheek.
“Well, I just need a submissive with big brown eyes, a sexy built body with a tender heart, and who puts up with my insanity.” He leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips, barely touching them together.
When he pulled back, I smiled, curling into him. “I guess it’s a good thing I found you.”
“It is a very good thing, Pet.” His sweet words made me want to smile, but then they took a different turn than I was expecting. “Too many more disastrous roommates, and I might have done something drastic.”
I elbowed his stomach. “So romantic.”
Laughing, Houston nodded. “So romantic, in fact, I’m not even going to punish you for that.”
That was no fun at all. “Well, what if your sub wants to be punished?”
Houston’s smile turned wicked, and his voice dropped. “Then I’d have to give him exactly what he wanted.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. “Why does that sound more like a threat than a reward?”
He gave a low chuckle. “Because you’re not only sexy, but smart as well.”
Grinning, I turned my head so I could kiss his neck. “I’m smart enough to know when I’ve found the perfect man.”
We had a long way to go and lots of little things I knew would come up. But just in the short time I’d known him, I’d found a steady and loving man who would do his best to give me everything he thought I needed.
Even with all the funny little things that made him unique, he couldn't have been more perfect.
“And I may need to be hit on the head with things occasionally, but when I learn a lesson, it sticks.” He gave me a hug, then leaned back so he could look down into my eyes. Giving me a tender, almost silly smile, he shrugged. “And you, Pet, are stuck with me.”
“Going to go all stalker on me and keep me, huh?”
“Absolutely. Until you know beyond a doubt that you love me.” Taking my mouth in another tender kiss, it felt like he was pouring everything he’d confessed and hinted at into me.
Life could change on a dime, but I’d never have guessed a week ago, as I’d stared up at the gruff man who’d announced he was gay and wore panties and didn’t care what I thought, that I was meeting the man that I’d want to give everything to.
My heart.
My submission.
My future.
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Shaw Montgomery loves reading, traveling, and family. While not necessarily in that order, they all rank pretty close. Shaw has lived all over the United States, and even Germany, and has finally managed to move back to North Carolina. Current wish list places to travel to are Australia, Italy, and Scotland.
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His Little Man, Book 1
His Little Man, Book 2
His Little Man, Book 3
His Little Man, Book 4
His Little Man, The Complete Series
Curious Beginnings
Secrets In The Dark
Too Close To Love
Too Close To Hide
Too Close To Break
Flawed Perfection
His Missing Pieces
My Perfect Fit
Our Perfect Puzzle
Their Perfect Future
Beautiful Shame: Nick & Kyle, Book 1
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Leashes, Ball Gags, and Daddies: A M/m Holiday Taboo Collection
Silent Strength
Quiet Strength
Leashes & Lace, Book 1: Houston
The Accidental Master
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Flawed Perfection
Silent Strength
Quiet Strength (Coming Spring 2018)
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Surrendering to His Lady
Discovering Domination
Submissive Confession (Lord Jordan’s Submissives)
Submissive Defiance (Lord Jordan’s Submissives)
Submissive Exposure (Lord Jordan’s Submissives)
Submissive Acceptance (Lord Jordan’s Submissives)
Embracing His Submission
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The Accidental Master
May 2018
Chapter 1
Jackson
“Melissa! What the hell did you put in that Facebook ad? I’m getting all kinds of crazy-ass responses!” Storming into the house, I slammed the door behind me. She was dead meat. She had to have pulled that shit on purpose.
What the hell had I done to her?
I headed for her bedroom, stomping up the stairs. Knowing my sister, she was probably buried up to her neck in books and papers. Normally, I wouldn’t let myself into her house—I actually had manners unlike some people I could name—but this time, she’d gone too far. She wasn’t going to be able to hide from me.
“Melissa!”
“What?” She was sitting on the bed surrounded by papers and notebooks, a half-eaten sandwich hanging off a plate. “What crawled up your ass and died?”
“What—” She wasn’t serious? “I’ll tell you what ‘crawled up my ass’—because it’s your fault. I want to know what you did to my business. That ad you set up? The one you said was a simple Facebook ad that would help my business?
What did you put in it?”
I tried to take a deep breath and slow down, but I was too angry and too confused. “I’m getting all kinds of crazy people calling me, and the emails are even worse. I had one from a guy in some weird European country I’ve never heard of, who wanted to know if I did training packages and not just individual sessions. He said he couldn’t figure out from the site what kind of training I did with my pups. He wasn’t talking about dogs!”
“Huh?” She seemed lost. “What do you mean he wasn’t…”
Her voice trailed off, and she got a faraway look in her eyes before they widened, and her mouth opened. “Ohhh…”
“Do you know how long it took me to figure out he wasn’t referring to beagles or boxers? Entirely too fuckin’ long!” Just the fact that it’d taken almost five minutes before I finally understood what he was talking about had been the most embarrassing thing. I was a to-each-his-own kind of guy, but it was getting ridiculous.
“Oh, Jackie, I’m—”
I broke in. “Don’t you ‘Oh, Jackie’ me. I’m not six years old following you around like a lost puppy—ha! Puppy! What did you do?”
“Jackson, I’m so sorry. It was an accident—” If I hadn’t known her so well, the innocent, crushed look would have worked.
“Like the accident where you dumped water on my pants at dinner? Or the accident where you put salt in my tea?”
“No, this was a real accident, and come on, I wouldn’t do something like that to you. You know me.”
Bullshit. “The salt incident was last month, and you dumped the water on me last week when you thought I was rude to the waiter.”
“You were rude.” She looked like she was still ready to take up the fight for the lazy waiter.
“That’s not the point. What did you do to my business?” My voice was getting louder, but I couldn’t control it. She’d talked me into trying some new marketing ideas, and now it looked like my business was falling down around me.
She slumped down onto the bed and gave me her best innocent look. If she’d pulled it on anyone else, they might have believed her. “I haven’t fallen for that in years, so cut the crap.”
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