by Anthology
“Holy shit, you can take over my cock any time you want.”
“Good, because you’re delicious, and I plan on it.”
“Fuck me.” Tracey spoke the words against Paul’s lips. “I mean it. Take me where you need me right now and fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”
Standing, Paul held out a hand. Tracey grabbed on and found himself being led into the bedroom. The king size bed there was welcome, and Paul smirked at him. “Plenty of room.” He pressed Tracey against the wall, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “I want to enjoy every last inch of you because I’m going to guess that the rest of you tastes as good as your dick.”
To his own surprise, his cock was responding to his words and hands. Slowly, as Paul took his shirt, then T-shirt, then pants off, his shaft was as hard as a rock again, tenting the boxers he was left with. Paul’s hands were hot on his skin, leaving a burning trail in their wake, and they scorched him as he found the top of the boxers and dropped them off his hips, to the ground, using that as an excuse to grab his dick again. As Paul ran his hand up and down Tracey’s shaft, his finger found the puckered hole of his ass and pressed in just a little.
Tracey’s body lit up, and a third orgasm raced through him—like no other he had ever experienced. It tensed his muscles, trembled his entire body, not spilling a single drop of cum.
Trailing his hot kisses down Tracey’s neck, nibbling on his shoulder. “Never had one of those?”
“It’s a thing of legend, the no-cum come.” Tracey got bold, and found Paul’s ear, licking the shell and sucking lightly on the lobe. “Strip for me. Please.”
“On the bed,” Paul directed, stepping back enough to let Tracey by—and grabbing a handful of ass as he did.
Scrambling up on the bed, Tracey laid himself out on the duvet. His cock bobbed as he did, jutting out, willing to do whatever Paul wanted. Removing his tie, and started the most delicious strip tease. Cuff and collar, then he slid the whole shirt off, quickly following it with the T-shirt in a whisper of sound.
Holy ripped. Tracy could almost feel himself drooling over this very fine specimen. The man was aware of his body, his physique and happily showed it off to Tracey’s delight. There was not even an ounce of conceit in his actions. He just knew his body.
Finally, he popped open the button of his pants and dropped the fly, and the most wonderful dick he’d ever seen sprang forth. Paul fisted himself and stroked slowly, taunting him.
“Something you like?”
“You’re teasing me.” Tracey raised an eyebrow. “I like it.”
“Show me. Show me how much you like it.”
Wrapping his hand around his own throbbing cock, he stroked himself in time with Paul’s rhythm. The erotic sensation of his hand moving up and down while he watched the man he wanted to fuck doing the same thing made him even harder.
Paul finally shed the last of his clothes, pulling a drawer open, and removing a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. Smirking, he climbed on to the bed. “You’re dying to bottom for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, shit yes. I need to feel you inside me.”
Settling between his legs, Paul opened the cap on the lube and drizzled it onto his fingers. There was nothing this man could do that was not erotic. Trailing fingers over his thighs, watching Tracey still stroking his own cock, Paul found the rim of his tight muscle, and carefully traced around the edge with the lube. The cool sensation against his heated skin made him buck, thrusting his pelvis up. Paul took advantage of that and slipped a finger inside. The massage he gave was one of the most tender he’d ever experienced.
Leaning up, he caught Paul’s face in a kiss, stealing his tongue into his mouth. A second finger joined the first in his ass, preparing him for Paul’s cock—and he was beyond ready for that.
* * *
The look of bliss on Tracey’s face while he finger-fucked him was amazing. Paul could not have asked for a more responsive man in his bed. He grabbed the lube, dripped some more on his fingers and added a third finger to his warmth.
What the hell was going on with him? Taking someone home on what was barely a first date? Hell, it wasn’t even the same guy he left the house to pick up. But Tracey did strange things to him. They had already talked about careers and families and futures. And now he was here, in his bed. He always swore he wouldn’t be that kind of guy—the pleasure seeker. The one-night.
But this didn’t feel like that at all.
“Please,” Tracey whispered. “Please, Paul. Get inside me. I need you in me.”
Paul was ready for this, in more ways than one. Could this man be the one, could Tracey be the one he’d always wanted? He was—right now—the one he wanted to fuck, very much.
And it was time to put them both out of their suffering.
Moving his fingers away from the ass he was enjoying, he snagged a condom and rolled it on. Tracey watched each move, his hand still sliding over his hard dick.
Paul pulled his hand away, pressing his legs wider. Leaning down, he caught Tracey in a kiss that should have burned both of them. He rubbed the crown of his dick up and down his ass, then grabbed himself and rested it against the rim of his dark entrance.
“You want this.”
“Shit, yes,” Tracey managed, but only just. “Fuck me, please. Claim my ass.”
Paul pressed in, not waiting another second. “Holy shit, you’re tight. Damn, you feel amazing.” He did, he really did. Pressing forward, Paul slid his whole dick inside Tracey. Tight and willing, Tracey accepted it all. After a moment for both of them adjust, Paul started moving, gliding in and out of this magnificent ass.
Tracey’s hands found their way around his body, tweaking his nipples and teasing his ass. It was uncanny how this man already seemed to know his body so well.
As he rode Tracey, he stayed close to him, feeding the friction to the hard dick pressed between them. He could not stop himself from kissing them man senseless as they headed toward bliss together.
“Paul…” The word was hissed from his lips, sounding sexy, inviting. He knew he was in trouble when his next thought was how he could get used to that voice experiencing the haven that was this fucking.
He could also imagine himself willingly begging for Tracey to fuck his ass all night long.
The cock between their hot, sweaty bodies twitched, and Tracey caught his eye. “I’m coming. I can’t stop this.”
“I don’t want you to. I want you to come.”
“Come with me.” Tracey’s eyes pled with him.
Wordlessly, Paul picked up his rhythm to a punishing speed and watched as Tracey’s eyes rolled back, his jaw clenching. “Yessss, fuck, yes. It’s yours. My ass is yours. Make me come.” The words were a prayer offered from the lips of his worshipper to the man he currently thought a god.
Certainly, Paul had no interest in denying his lover. Changing his angle ever so slightly, he found the Spot, the magic button of his prostate and—
Tracey came with a yell, the hot splash of his seed covering his chest, his abs, and doing the same to Paul. The heat of his released pleasure, the throbbing of his cock as he climaxed and released between them set Paul on his own road to orgasm. With the same primal yell of his lover’s name, he released his own torrent of cum, filling the barrier between them.
A moment, then two, of his shaft throbbing its continued release into Tracey passed, and Paul made sure to roll them, still joined, to his side.
The last thing Paul remembered was Tracey’s quiet declaration. “That was fucking amazing.”
CHAPTER 5
The big body behind him was warm and erect. Tracey smiled but didn’t move yet. He just lay there, enjoying the cuddle. The sun was high in the sky, and he could see the mess of their hasty romp scattered around the room.
“Going somewhere?”
Tracey laughed and turned in Paul’s arms. He was smiling and wide awake. “I didn’t want to bother you. I rather like laying here. You’re warm and hard.”
Paul laughed. “So are you.” He traced a finger over his pecs and seemed to like the hair on his chest that had disgusted Jay. “I don’t do this.”
“Do what?”
“Take men home. Random, almost strangers. I have never been one of those.”
“I don’t usually go home with strange, random men.” Tracey smoothed Paul’s eyebrow down where it had gone wild from sleeping on it.
“See, I need help like that.” Paul gave him a grin. “I’m not the best at remembering the little things like personal grooming.” His countenance fell, and Tracey could see a shroud of doubt crowding on to his face.
“What’s up?” Tracey asked, not liking the look.
“I…I just find myself wanting you to be here. It’s irrational. We’ve just met, and I don’t want to let you go.”
Tracey ran a thumb over Paul’s strong jaw. “You know, having been around all these people who live the lifestyle, I’ve come to realize a few things. We have to learn to let our freak flag fly. We have to embrace what we are at every moment of our lives, be that what’s considered normal, or what’s outside of that. We have to live life. And we have to realize that sometimes, people walk into our lives, or out of them, who are meant to be there.” He leaned in and kissed a little line of tender kisses from his jaw to his ear. “I believe we are meant to be. And it’s just a matter of getting to know each other.”
“So you feel the same way?” Paul’s hand snaked down to his hardening cock.
“I do,” Tracey answered. “But get your hand off that. It’s my turn to taste you.”
Paul shook his head. “Shower first. We’re both not the cleanest right now.”
“I hope that stall is big enough for two.”
Tossing the covers back to climb out of the bed, Paul grinned. “Let’s find out. I want to see you soaking wet with those lips around my cock.”
Tracey groaned in anticipation.
* * *
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Tracey grabbed his hand across the console of the car.
“This is going to be a disaster.” Paul really wanted a drink. “We’ve got a potential serial killer. You were the one who brought the evidence to me. We can’t prove a thing, but you saw the note. You saw they were going to go after the Robbe family.”
“There are other ways to do this, Paul,” Tracey said.
“But this will get us the most information. We can figure something else out if this backfires. Getting this close to Cece will help to get us into the center of the melee. Once we’re there, we have a measure of protection for her. And…I’m pretty sure my parents will go along with this.”
“You’re really ready?”
“I have to be. When this is all over, I’m not staying in the closet. I want the world to know what we have and what we feel for each other.” He leaned across the console and gave Tracey a blistering kiss. “I’m so sorry you have to be the backdoor man.”
“I like your backdoor.”
Paul snorted and opened the door of the car. “I like yours too, but you know what I mean.”
“I have been far worse than a backdoor man. It’s temporary.”
They climbed out of the car, and it took everything he had to not grab Tracey’s hand as they walked up the stairs to the front door of his parent’s house. His sister, Brigid, opened the door. “Dia duit, deartháir! You’re early. Dinner isn’t for another hour.”
“I can’t visit my family?”
“You never come early.”
Tracey coughed, and Paul tossed him a deadly look. Brigid stepped out of the way, and they walked into the foyer. Paul’s father appeared in the door to the den on the right, and mother came out of the kitchen. Tracey could easily see the Irish blood running through the whole family—Brigid had flame red hair like her mother, and Paul had black-black like his father.
“Póil Fáilbhe, ye see fit to grace us with your presence, without a bribe a’food!” His father’s rebuke was no such thing—it was laced with humor and good ribbing.
“Aye, athair,” Paul said. Tracey had no idea that Paul was fluent in Gaelic. “Tá mé scéal. Will you permit me?”
“Yer rude, young man.” His mother’s rebuke was serious but kind. “Introduce your guest. I’ll not have a person in my house you haven’t properly introduced.”
Tracey had to still his hand from reaching out and grabbing Paul’s for support. But Paul wasn’t going to hesitate anymore. He looked each of his parents in the eye and breathed deeply. “Tracey, this is my ma, Rinette, and my da, Patrick. Ma, da, this is Tracey Dunham. My boyfriend.”
Brigid gasped, and Rinette put her hands over her mouth. Patrick walked forward, shaking his head. Tracey stood stock still to see what was about to happen. He was ready to flee the scene, either on his own or with Paul for his own protection. But Patrick walked straight up to him and opened his arms. “Welcome, Tracey. Welcome to the family.”
Paul visibly slumped in relief as his mother also came over and planted a kiss on Tracey’s cheek. Patrick turned back to his and punched him hard on the shoulder. “What in the name of seven hells took you so long to finally tell us?”
“Finally tell you?”
Rinette snorted. “Y’think we didn’t know our son was gay? Please. I birthed you, maicín. I’ve known you were gay since you were a wee child.”
“And you…you never said anything?”
“Och, y’think it’s our place to tell you about yourself?” Patrick snorted.
Paul’s smile was genuine, and he grabbed Tracey’s hand. “Ma, Da, Birdy, we have a favor to ask. We’re trying to save some lives, and we need your help. Are you willing to do a little lying to save a whole family?”
“Tell us more.” Patrick motioned to the den.
Tracey cleared his throat. “We think that Pittsburgh might have a serial killer…”
Find out about the Pittsburgh Ripper in “Knots.”
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THE RIGHT CHOICE ~ BRANDY L RIVERS
CHAPTER 1
Rain pelted against the windshield as Brian drove through the storm. Long damned day at work, and he was ready to go home, grab a beer, and go to sleep. Ten minutes before the end of his shift, dispatch called and sent him and his partner back out. He vaguely knew the address but couldn’t recall why.
Marissa looked over. “Isn’t that Kylie Jensen’s address?”
And he had his answer. She was the sister of a man he used to call a friend. Kent started down the opposite path during high school. By the time Brian became a cop, Kent had been in and out of jail for drug use. And last he heard he was dealing.
The call was to investigate drugs stashed on someone’s property. Her asshole of a brother was capable of doing something as stupid as stashing drugs in her home.
He parked outside the house. Kylie burst through the door with fire in her gray eyes. Her red hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and she still wore her scrubs.
“My piece of shit brother broke in and stashed a shitload of drugs in my room of all places. I want nothing to do with his lifestyle.”
Brian sucked in a breath and nodded. “Slow down. Show us what happened.”
“That.” The door had been kicked in.
Kylie walked inside. “Come in.” Turning on her heel, she stalked up the steps
and pushed the door open. She shot him a glare. “Kent came by last night. Asked to hide out in my house. I told him hell no and to get lost. He was drunk, but I finally convinced him to leave.” Clenching her fists, she stared Brian down. “I know you’re buddies, but—”
“Were,” Brian pointed out. “Haven’t called him a friend in years. I’m not taking his side. Now tell me what the hell happened so we can get to the bottom of it.”
Her mouth dropped open, then her hands landed on her hips.
Marissa laughed softly. “Kent is a world-class asshole. This won’t be the first time we’ve had to lock him up.”
Brian looked into Kylie’s eyes. “Things haven’t been the same since I left for college. If he committed the crime, I have no issue putting him in a cell.” He almost took it back, knowing he should have said us, but something about Kylie all grown up and pissed turned him on.
“Fine.” She pointed past Brian at the door. “He busted in here. I have a door ordered and I’ll be installing it once it gets here in another hour. He stole some of my jewelry. Tore up my room. And left a backpack of what I assume are drugs, but I haven’t touched it. He wanted to hide out, so I assume the worst.”
An irritated growl erupted as she stalked back to her room. “This isn’t the first time he’s tried to pull this shit, but since I changed my locks, he actually broke in this time.” Kylie threw the door open and stepped inside. “He left a mess.”
“I’d say,” Brian answered.
The mattress was off the bed frame. Her clothes were thrown around. Several pictures were shattered, the frames lying on the floor. Drawers were overturned.
Kylie walked to the closet and pointed at the massive duffle bag. “Haven’t touched it. Don’t want to.”
Brian looked over at Marissa, silently begging her to ask the obvious question.
One corner of her mouth quirked. “Is there any chance someone else could have broken in?”
Kylie pinned Brian with a glare. “And this is why I didn’t expect shit from you.” Rolling her eyes, she walked past them.
