Manny Get Your Guy (Dreamspun Desires Book 37)

by Amy Lane

  Taylor was on him as soon as the door closed.

  Voracious mouth, greedy hands, Brandon yielded without words to his touch. While Brandon was still leaning against the door, Taylor sank to a crouch in front of him, peeled open his jeans and underwear, and blew his mind.

  Brandon had to pull him up before things ended too soon, and Taylor pointed imperiously to the bedroom.

  “What are you going to do?” Brandon asked plaintively.

  “Feed the cat?” Taylor shrugged. “She won’t leave us alone if we don’t feed her.”

  “That’s sexy.”

  “Shut up and go get completely naked. And don’t forget the lube!”

  Oh God, yes.

  Brandon yearned for Taylor’s possession—yearned to feel him, swollen and dominant, inside Brandon’s body, invading him, claiming ownership, the same way Brandon had staked a claim on Taylor.

  He toed off his boots, stripped his pants off his ankles, pulled back the covers, and scrambled for the little bottle of slick under the pillow.

  By the time Taylor walked in, Brandon was naked on his hands and knees, fingers slippery and at play in his stretched backside.

  “Oh God,” Taylor rasped. “That really is sexy.”

  Brandon turned on the bed and watched as Taylor shucked his own shorts, boxers, and T-shirt. This time he didn’t bother to fold his clothes or pick Brandon’s up—all his attention was on Brandon as he continued to stretch himself, writhing on the bed in anticipation.

  As Taylor drew near, Brandon lurched forward, using his free hand to bring Taylor’s erection to his mouth. Taylor stood, massaging Brandon’s scalp through his hair, and let Brandon do this thing, this wonderful, intimate, arousing thing to him, stroking, squeezing, sucking, devouring until Taylor reluctantly began to rock his hips back and forth.

  Brandon pulled back and flicked his tongue at the head, smiling up, teasing. “I could always make you come like this.”

  “You could.” Taylor’s smirk told him that he knew—knew how much Brandon wanted from them in that moment.

  “I could,” Brandon whispered, pulling him all the way into his mouth and sucking hard as he drew back. “But I won’t.”

  He scrambled around on his hands and knees, needing hard, fast, everything.

  Now.

  Taylor’s hands on his hips kneaded reassuringly, and then he positioned himself, broad and relentless, at Brandon’s entrance.

  Slowly, with infinite care, he slid in.

  Brandon groaned and shuddered, hanging his head, feeling the hot and cold of this kind of possession emanating from ground zero.

  Taylor draped himself over Brandon’s back and kissed his shoulder. “Okay?”

  “Okay,” Brandon told him, shaking. “Move. Move!”

  He started out slow, hands warm and tender on the backs of Brandon’s thighs, on his hips, along his stomach and shoulders. As the ripples of sensation grew bolder and bolder, Brandon needed less gentleness, more—“Bang me harder, dammit!”

  Taylor’s low chuckle actually vibrated inside him. “Deal.”

  A flurry of thrusts followed, hard, fast, dragging and hitting the magic male spot Brandon had read so much about. Brandon buried his face against the covers, simultaneously pleading and demanding and crying out in pleasure, because this? This thing Taylor was doing to his body? It took him over, remade him, changed his idea of what pleasure could be.

  “You need to come,” Taylor gasped. “Come on for me. I know you can do it. Come on!”

  Brandon needed his hand, needed a hard squeeze, the gathering of strength to let the orgasm wash through his body, fighting the invasion, fighting against the pressure on his cock, fighting the subtle fear of losing himself, of losing control, of losing….

  There was no control. The two of them bound together, pleasuring each other, caring for each other, that was the only thing they had for sure, and Brandon abandoned himself happily to the force of their bodies, their hearts, their souls.

  His climax blew through him, a blast annihilating his individuality, making him one with the force throbbing inside him, making him half of a whole. He spilled in his own hand, hot, silky, violently spurting, and collapsed against the mattress on a scream.

  Taylor shouted behind him, and he smiled weakly, wrung dry, pleased for his lover’s pleasure. Taylor’s spend spilled inside his body, filling him, branding him—they were one.

  Taylor collapsed next to him and threw a sweaty arm over his waist. Brandon laced their hands together, his fingers sticky with the product of orgasm. Giggling slightly to himself, he pulled them to his mouth and licked off Taylor’s fingers one at a time, appreciating the tang of sweat and come.

  “Good for you?” Taylor panted, kissing the back of his neck.

  “Awesome,” Brandon said between licks. His backside would be sore the next day—he could feel it. Didn’t care.

  “Was that an ‘excellent’ awesome, or an ‘I’m topping forever from this moment out’ awesome?”

  Brandon laughed with joy and looked over his shoulder to meet Taylor’s anxious gaze. “That was an ‘excellent’ awesome. Seriously. That was like a hand grenade of pleasure went off in my bowels.”

  Taylor’s frozen expression told him he’d done it again.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” Taylor managed before breaking into peals of laughter against his back.

  “That came out so wrong.”

  Taylor’s response was muffled in guffaws and Brandon’s shoulder. Brandon could swear he said something about Brandon having a gift.

  Of course he had a gift. He had Taylor.

  It was all the blessing he’d ever need.

  “AND six months later we’re back over the garage,” Taylor muttered, setting down Marilyn’s cat carrier.

  Brandon wrapped his arms around Taylor’s waist and kissed his ear. “Just for the first month after the baby comes,” he said. They’d moved out on schedule, after the addition to the house was complete and the kids were shuttled around and into their own space. But Taylor had stayed on as the manny, putting off his schooling until Nica had the baby, because the pregnancy had proved really difficult and there was nobody else she could trust.

  “I know,” Taylor told him, kissing his cheek. “I was just being—”

  “The sarcastic bastard I know and love. Carry on.”

  Taylor grinned wickedly. “It’s what I do best.”

  No, it wasn’t what he did best. “You do so many things well,” Brandon said softly, snuggling a little. Coming back to the garage apartment made him nostalgic, that was all. They’d had a good six months—a great six months. Work, family—schooling for Brandon, hard decisions for Taylor.

  But they’d done it together. For all Taylor’s worry about being too old, not good enough, too damaged, the fact was, he held Brandon together. When Brandon got stressed, or too excited, or too ready to jump to conclusions and fly off the handle, Taylor was there with a sardonic eye roll and a dry, practical solution.

  He’d been the one to suggest to Brandon that maybe his mom could live with Brandon’s older brother and leave their father with a live-in nurse until he agreed to have a hand in his own recovery. He’d agreed, and she’d since gone back to Truckee to live. It had been a good idea. Didn’t mean Brandon and Taylor were getting a Christmas card this year, but that wasn’t the point.

  The point was, Brandon couldn’t have chosen better for a life mate if he’d had a checklist that included an eye patch and a gift for dealing with children.

  And an active, exciting libido. “You want me to do something well right now?” Taylor chuckled, and Brandon grinned.

  “I am always up for that.”

  He was, the beginnings of his erection pushing solidly against Taylor’s backside.

  “We need to move first.” And that was Taylor, practical to the bone. “Then we can play around.”

  “Or go help the kids decorate the tree.”

  Taylor no
dded. They’d agreed to move in the weekend after Thanksgiving, which was crazy time with a family who celebrated Christmas. Nica was still upstairs, miserable, in pain, and until just that week, with an IV hooked up to keep her from going into labor.

  Now it was a matter of keeping the kids occupied until she could go give birth—and rest up for the challenge to come.

  “I haven’t had a tree in a while,” Taylor said thoughtfully. “It’s gonna be sort of cool.”

  Brandon chuckled. “Wait until you see Channing and Tino’s—they’re sort of show-offs about it, ’cause they have that really high ceiling in the living room, and they can go all out.”

  “Shocked I am—shocked that Channing and Tino would have a monster Christmas tree, professionally decorated—”

  “Well, Channing’s ex-girlfriend.”

  “Who’s a professional. Yeah. I’m shocked and amazed. And stunned.”

  Brandon chuckled and hugged him tight one more quick time before releasing him. “You would be. Let’s get unpacked so we can—”

  The knock at the door cut them both off. “Guys!” Jacob called out. “Guys, quit playing around in there and get out here—it’s go time!”

  They froze.

  “What?” Taylor asked, his voice cracking as Brandon opened the door. Jacob stood there, his dark blond hair in spikes over his head, his eyes wide and a little panicked. Nope—fifth time wasn’t the charm. Jacob loved his wife and he loved his kids, and he took nothing for granted.

  “You heard me! It’s go time! You and me, Taylor—we’re in the room with her. You were there when she asked.”

  “This is so unfair,” Taylor muttered, stalking out the front door with him. “Brandon, you’re on for kids and dinner. Make sure you call Tino and his mom. C’mon, Jacob—for once I should drive.”

  “She’s in the car already,” Jacob confessed, sounding lost as a child.

  Well, even a great father needed caring for sometimes.

  “You did good.” Taylor patted his arm like he would Dustin’s, and Brandon barely remembered to let Marilyn out of the cat carrier before he closed the door and ran down the stairs to get to the kids.

  He’d just opened the door and heard the strains of an action movie echoing through the house when Taylor tapped his shoulder.

  “What?” he asked, jumping. “Does Nica need an ambulance? Is there blood and placenta everywhere? What?”

  “Oh Jesus.” Taylor kissed him, hard and hot and promising. “Go warp the kids, Brandon. I love you.”

  Brandon grinned. “I love you too. Go do what you’re best at.”

  Taylor snorted and stalked away while Brandon joined the kids in front of Rise of the Guardians.

  “What’s Taylor best at?” Belinda asked, wiggling under his arm as Conroy snuggled on his lap.

  “Taking care of us,” Brandon said, hugging Melly up against his other side.

  “He’s really good at it,” Dustin said, leaning back against his legs. “I’m glad he’s going to take care of the new baby. Mom and Dad are way outnumbered.”

  Brandon laughed softly. “He wouldn’t let them go it alone,” he reassured. “We’re family.”

  “You’ll have babies someday,” Belinda instructed. “So I can help.”

  “We can help!” Melly insisted. “We can help, right, Brandon?”

  “Course.”

  They settled down then, subdued with a little bit of worry, happy to have him to cling to. When his phone rang two hours later, they were either drowsing or outright napping, and he was making mac and cheese with hot dogs for dinner.

  “Brandon?”

  “Yeah?”

  “It’s a girl.”

  Brandon grinned. “We knew that.”

  Taylor’s swallow on the other end of the phone was audible.

  “They named her Taylor.”

  Brandon’s smile burned at the back of his eyes. “She’ll have a lot to live up to.”

  “Shut up.”

  “Make me, as soon as you get home.”

  “I love you.”

  “Love you too, Uncle Taylor.”

  “Oh Jesus, give me a—”

  “Go—tell Tino and Stacy. Everybody wants to hear it from you.”

  “I don’t know why—”

  “Come on, Taylor. Just believe me. You’re loved.”

  Taylor made a sweet little sound of acceptance. “As long as you love me.”

  “Never doubt it. Now go.”

  Taylor signed off, and Brandon hummed to himself a little as he cooked.

  Uncle Taylor, Daddy Taylor—the potential of their lives grew richer every day. Living up to it would make their lives together just as sweet as this moment, when all was good with the world.

  AMY LANE is a mother of two grown kids, two half-grown kids, two small dogs, and half-a-clowder of cats. A compulsive knitter who writes because she can’t silence the voices in her head, she adores fur-babies, knitting socks, and hawt menz, and she dislikes moths, cat boxes, and knuckleheaded macspazzmatrons. She is rarely found cooking, cleaning, or doing domestic chores, but she has been known to knit up an emergency hat/blanket/pair of socks for any occasion whatsoever or sometimes for no reason at all. Her award-winning writing has three flavors: twisty-purple alternative universe, angsty-orange contemporary, and sunshine-yellow happy. By necessity, she has learned to type like the wind. She’s been married for twenty-five-plus years to her beloved Mate and still believes in Twu Wuv, with a capital Twu and a capital Wuv, and she doesn’t see any reason at all for that to change.

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  By Amy Lane

  THE MANNIES

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  Manny Get Your Guy

  Published by DREAMSPINNER PRESS

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  Growing up and falling in love…

  Sometimes family is a blessing and a curse. When Tino Robbins is roped into helping his sister deliver premade dinners when he should be studying for finals, he’s pretty sure it’s the latter! But one delivery might change everything.

  Channing Lowell’s charmed life changes when his sister dies and leaves him her seven-year-old son. He’s committed to doing what’s best for Sammy… but he’s going to need a lot of help. When Tino lands on his porch, Channing is determined to recruit him to Team Sammy.

  Tino plans to make his education count—even if that means avoiding a relationship—but as he falls harder and harder for his boss, he starts to wonder: Does he have to leave his newly forged family behind in order to live his promising tomorrow?

  Coming in August 2017

  Dreamspun Desires #39

  The Teddy Bear Club by Sean Michael

  Two lonely men. One perfect family.

  Aiden Lake adopted his institutionalized sister’s two daughters, and he’s a good dad. He works nights on websites and gets in his adult time twice a week at the Roasty Bean, where he meets with other single gay parents.

  Devon Smithson wants to be a good dad now that his sixteen-year-old sister asked him to babysit her newborn… three months ago. But he’s overwhelmed with the colicky baby. An invitation to the daddy-and-kid gatherings at the café is a godsend. The pot is sweetened when his friendship with Aiden develops into more—maybe even something that can last.

  But the mother who kicked Dev out for being gay wants to get her claws into the baby, and she doesn’t care if she tears Dev, Aiden, and everything they’re building apart in the process.

  Dreamspun Desires #40

  Out of the Shadows by K.C. Wells

  Can he step out of the shadows and into love’s light?

  Eight years ago, Christian Hernandez moved to Jamaica Plain in southern Boston, took refuge in his apartment, and cut himself
off from the outside world. And that’s how he’d like it to stay.

  Josh Wendell has heard his coworkers gossip about the occupant of apartment #1. No one sees the mystery man, and Josh loves a mystery. So when he is hired to refurbish the apartment’s kitchen and bathrooms, Josh is eager to discover the truth behind the rumors.

  When he comes face-to-face with Christian, Josh understands why Christian hides from prying eyes. As the two men bond, Josh sees past his exterior to the man within, and he likes what he sees. But can Christian find the courage to emerge from the darkness of his lonely existence for the man who has claimed his heart?

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  Coming in August 2017

  Dreamspun Beyond #1

  Out of the Ashes by Ari McKay

  In their differences, they’ll find strength—and love.

  Alpha werewolf Eli Hammond returns from a fishing trip to discover a nasty surprise—five members of his pack murdered and the rest missing. He needs help locating and rescuing his pack mates, but the supernatural council in Asheville, North Carolina, turns him away.

  Except for one man.

  As they work together, Eli is stunned—and not especially thrilled—to discover half-elf Arden Gilmarin is his destined mate. But as Arden and his friends struggle to help Eli in his quest, Eli surrenders to the demands of his body—and his heart. They’ll need to bond together, because the forces opposing them are stronger and more sinister than anyone predicted. The evil has its sights set on Arden, and if Eli wants to save his mate and the people he is entrusted with protecting, he’s in for the fight of his life.

  Dreamspun Beyond #2

  The Charlatan’s Conquest by Vivien Dean

  With love and ghosts, the challenge is figuring out what’s real.

  Software engineer Cruz Guthrie needs money for his sister’s cancer treatments. He needs it so badly he’s willing to stand in for a ghost hunter friend and investigate a millionaire’s supposed specters. It should be an easy gig—after all, nobody thinks the haunting is real.