by Talon p. s.
ROUGH ATTRACTION
Book 3: Dominion of Brothers Series
Written by Talon p.s.
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Copyright © May 29, 2013 by Talon p.s.
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Editor: Alison Greene and Nick Hasse
Cover Art: Princess s.o.
ROUGH ATTRACTION
Talon p. s.
{Completed by Princess s.o.}
GENRE: MM/Erotic Romance
WORD COUNT: 70, 419
BLURB:
Life and relationships aren’t always neat and clean, or come in perfect little packages. Maxum St. Laurents knows this all too well. After being in a four-year relationship that does everything but bring him pleasure and fulfillment, he finds himself struggling to keep working at it. It doesn’t help matters that the man who satisfies every need and want he could have is the man he is having an affair with. And for Maxum, affairs don’t translate into long term relationships.
Darko just couldn’t help himself when he spotted the handsome man ranting over a flat tire on the side of the road. Moreover, he couldn’t be happier when the reward turned into an insatiable lover he hoped to keep for the long run. But, despite the rough attraction that holds them to each other like power-magnets, when Maxum struggles to let go of a relationship that doesn’t work; Darko’s patience and understanding that, we aren’t always where we want to be, gets tested to the max.
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Discover other titles by Talon p.s.
Becoming His Slave: Dominion of Brothers series book 1
A Place for Cliff: Dominion of Brothers series book 2
Quantum Mates: What Torin Wants
Bond of the Lycaon Concubine: The Lycotharian Collection
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Author’s Web Page: http://www.Talon-ps.com
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ROUGH ATTRACTION
Book 3: Dominion of Brothers series
Talon p.s.
{Completed by Princess s.o.}
DEDICATION
To Talon
&
To our Bug and Bobcat
Special Thanks goes to:
Alison Greene & Nick Hasse
for keeping us Dyslexic-Disaster-Zone free.
And to my Beta Readers:
Alyn Love, Ethan LJubankovic, Tina Moran,
Michelle Regan Friedoff & Kristina Kirkpatrick Semiche
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Warning
This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. And are intended for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
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This book contains explicit homoerotic M/M sexual content, graphic language, and situations that for readers who are not offended may still experience some symptoms such as heavy breathing, increased body temperature, extreme arousal and the uncontrollable need to pounce your partner.
Should you feel yourself experiencing any of the mentioned, relax its natural and very healthy. Just go with the flow. Your partner will thank me later.
(Contains: Adult language, sexual MM participation, some violence and of course men being men).
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Please note that while the authors of this title feel it can be read as a stand-a-lone, it is part of a series. Therefore, some parts of the story here within may seem vague, as they are seen from the present character’s point of view of an event that has already taken place in one of the previous books in the series, rather than a complete retelling of a duplicate scene. While we are certain you will enjoy reading any one of the titles from the Dominion of Brothers series by themselves, it is recommend to read them in sequence.
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Trademark Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Vehicles:
Bugatti Roadster
Bugatti Veyron L’or Blanc
PaganiZonda F Roadster
Auburn boat-tail Roadster
Ford Tungsten F -350 Roadster
Fisker Luxury Sedan
McLaren MP4-12C F1
Devon GTX
Austin Healy
Jaguar XKE sportscar {referred to as modified}
Alcohol Brands:
Bodegas Dios Baco Imperial Amontillado Jerez
Daniel Bouju Cognac
Remi Martin Cognac
Butchertown Black Ale
Imperial Iba Black Ale
FöroyaBjor Black Sheep Black Ale
Point 2012 Black Ale
Misc:
Le Bernardin Restaurant
Gramercy Tavern Steak House Restaurant
Volkswagen’s Ehra-Lessien Test Track, Germany
Dream of you – song by Schiller
Harold and Maude - film by Hal Ashby with Paramount Pictures
Beekman Gehry Tower, NY
Woolworths Tower, NY
TABLE OF CONTENT
COVER PAGE
DEDICATION
TRADEMARKS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ABOUT THE TWINS
THE END
BONUS READ I
BONUS READ II
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ROUGH ATTRACTION
CHAPTER ONE
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Darko cruised along the highway, keeping to the right lane. It was morning traffic time, and he was not in such a hurry to put him and his chopper into the Death Race 2000 against New York’s finest; which was what it typically felt like when trying to dodge the all too many, gotta-get-there-first, left-lane drivers of a typical New York morning commute. Let them have it. As for him, he’d get to work when he got there and that’s all it ever was for him.
This morning was no different from any other. That was until he spotted the striking man standing on the side of the road, cursing at a new model Mercedes, in the emergency lane. Even the feuding expression on the man’s face, as Darko passed, had him licking his lips and his cock itching to reach out and touch that someone. Dayyum. Bo
th convinced him instantaneously, the man was worth a day’s good deed. So, Darko quickly pulled off into the emergency lane, turned his bike around and rode back down the shoulder to where the car and his distressed beau sat.
He kicked the motorcycle into idle in front of the Mercedes, swung a leg over and strolled up to the side of the car with a gait that spoke more about cocky seduction than mechanical know-how. Pulling the gauntlet glove free from one hand, Darko let his fingers drift lightly over the glossy paint, as if to caress her curves. The car was so new; he could smell it, even on the highway of rushing traffic and exhaust fumes.
He glanced down at the rear tire— flat as a twink’s chest, however, the man was anything but. Tall, perhaps just breaching six feet, this would put the man, eye to eye with him— sun-streaked, golden-brown hair with a touch of a wave in it. Which at the moment, what probably started off groomed back this morning, was now disheveled in his aggravation. The hint of tan color to the man’s face and hands marked him for an outdoors man in favorable weather and the stark muscles hiding under the expensive looking, light grey suit and crisp, white shirt, said he was active. Of course, as far as Darko’s assessment went, it wasn’t hurting matters at all, that he was packing a sweet looking ass in it either. Darko bit back the impulse to lick his lips, but the view of eye candy the man exuded was worth the stop already.
“Looks like you got a flat?” Darko stated the obvious with a mischievous smile.
The man spun around, “Obvious is it?” Not at all amused, nor gathering too quickly he was about to be rescued.
Oh and he’s got some fire to boot. Darko thought to himself and now his cock was more than itching. “You need some help?” Darko turned sincere in the offer.
“I can change my own tire, if I could just find the fucking tool kit to do it with.” The disgruntled man pivoted on his heels, throwing his hands up in the air in a shouted gesture towards the car, more frustrated with himself than anything else. The hands came down to his hips, and he turned back to the offer for assistance. “I’ve had the car all of half a day, and already it’s got a flat, and I can’t find anything.” All that fire, in a blink, leveled off to an admission of defeat. Control at its finest in this one.
A few of the golden highlights of hair now hung misplaced around his face, touching smooth round cheeks that softened a hard stare. A pair of lips, despite tightening into a grimace, were absolute kiss-candy as far as he was concerned. Just then the man’s eyes caught the light of the late morning rising sun. Brown would not be the word to use because when the man looked at him they lit up like coins tambered with a mix of copper and bronze. It kind of reminded him of Tiger’s-Eye stone. He liked how they shimmered glancing at him. Moreover, Darko liked how his eyes dropped to check him out just as his own gaze was dropping back down for another look at the body that stood underneath that face that just caught his breath, well—dayyum. Darko soaked up the sight of the guy standing there facing him and then finally offered a smirk of understanding. “My brother had one of these.” Darko stepped up, helped himself he opened the back door, reached behind the headrest and pressed the concealed button then lifted the rear car seat to expose the hidden compartment there. Inside it, he fetched a black bag that would make the job of rescuing his rough tempered knight-in-shiny-armor all the easier.
He strolled passed his knight, not passing up the chance to brush against the man as he did so, moved to the back of the car and began assembling the extended crank bar. “You see, the snobs that designed the car decided they didn’t want to see the tools or spare tire. They thought the sight of them marred the rich physique of the car’s design.” Darko rambled aloud as he lined the extension bar through an indention just above the bumper and slid it in until it caught, and he began to crank it around.
The car’s newbie owner, bent over and could see the dark object lowering down from the under carriage. His spare tire.
Darko dropped down on the ground, reached under, unfastened the caddy and tugged the tire out from under the car. Another twenty minutes later and he had the car good as new. Nor did he fail to notice that in the process the man was eyeing him about as hot and heavily as he had him.
“You don’t know how much I appreciate this.” His rescued knight glanced at the watch on his wrist, which might have cost more than the car, “I’ll actually make my meeting this morning, after all.” He watched as Darko placed the flattened tired into the trunk along with the bag of tools. The man’s eyes more on his muscles as they flexed with the movement, than on the tire being placed in his car. “I’m not sure how to repay you—” he pulled a business card from his lapel pocket, “But if there’s anything you could—”
Darko twisted, grabbing him by his suit coat and yanked their bodies to collide together. His mouth instantly crashing over the other man’s, in an avaricious kiss. His tongue licked over his lips, soliciting entry and with barely a note of hesitation, his knight gave it to him. The feisty and richly dressed businessman tasted like one of those fancy coffees and a hint of fruit jam on toast, but it was his tongue that had Darko swelling in his pants. The man kissed back; the caress of his tongue was powerful, hungry, and completely pliable against his own, as if this man was made to fit him, like a pair of rich leather gloves. He could just imagine the man fucking with a pair on. Darko’s left hand released the suit coat, slipping down the man’s arm until he clasped around his hand, brought it down to the building erection in his jeans and ground the hard bulge of his cock into the man’s palm.
Darko let out his own groan and an embarrassed smile broke over his face. Grrrhhh— that had just been too damn good, when he was least expecting it. He was about to move in for another kiss when Darko realized what he’d done to the man’s suit. Darko made a slight clicking noise through his lips and stepped back. The suit coat and white shirt were now ruined with the black smudges of tire soot from his hands.
The man’s eyes, burnishing with the same heat Darko’d just felt himself, dropped in response, discovering the condition the kiss had precisely left him in. Quickly, Darko snatched the business card from his knight’s hand and pulled the fancy pen from the man’s shirt pocket, creating more smudges, “Looks like I messed up your pretty clothes.” Darko scribbled something down on the backside of the card then tucked it back into the man’s shirt pocket, along with the pen. His hand lingering just long enough to let his fingers feel the firm body behind the shirt and tweak over the hard nipple hidden there. Yet again, leaving further evidence of Darko’s touch in a hand-print of grime. “That’s my address. Be there for dinner. Tonight. Bring the suit and I’ll pay for the dry cleaning. Stand me up and the suit is your problem.” Darko grinned, a rather self-satisfied smile that held no hint that he might actually feel bad for messing up the man’s work clothes. Then he turned, heading back for his ride.
He sat on his chopper, closing up his leather jacket and pulling his gloves back on, all while he watched the reflection of the man behind him, through his review mirror. His knight wearing the expression of a well-kissed man, and Darko hoped it would be enough to bring him calling.
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Darko wasn’t thinking about who was at his door when the knock came, that was until he opened it. His rescued knight-in-shiny-armor stepped in; brushing passed a rather surprised Darko, even if he did his best not to show it. Closing the door, Darko couldn’t help but feel a little smugness coming back from earlier, he hadn’t actually expected the ruined suit and kiss ploy to work. But, if he had any other thoughts, they were instantly gone when he turned, only to have his body thrown back against the door. The man he’d just let in, pressed against him with surprising strength, along with an impressive hard on. The man crushed his lips with his and when Darko felt the tempting tongue lick across his lips— he let him. Lips hot and demanding as if they’d waited all day for a second taste of each other.
Just then, his guest’s hand dropped down, going right where Darko had placed his hand this morning.
“Mmmm, seems like you got yourself a flat.” He pressed the heel of his palm in harder, grinding Darko’s cock to accept his hand, which was quickly hardening for tp prove the claim wrong.
“There. That’s better.” He pulled away wearing the smug look he’d just stolen from Darko, “Just as I remember.”
“I guess there’s no need for ceremony for kissing on our first date then?” Darko asked, his eyes half lidded with satisfaction.
“How was I supposed to turn down a pass like that?” The knight’s expression added to the growling tone with stirred desires that perhaps hadn’t been set to blaze in a long time for the man.
Darko waited for a retake of that kiss, but instead, his guest turned and began to walk around the living room as if Darko’s presence in the room was no longer registering with him. Darko watched as the man slid the long double breasted wool coat off then folded it over one of the chair backs and turned, standing there glancing at him. He looked radiant in the rich threads of a smoky-grey suit that tailored every line of his body in smooth perfection. The inky off-colored purple shirt transcribed well in a muted match with the dark grey, finished off with an obsidian black tie. Darko felt the low grottled growl kick off deep in his chest— damned if he could get used to looking at this man.
The man went back to his strolling about, stopping to glance at things in the room as if he could discern everything about the homeowner just by what was there, and what condition each was in. His hands absently undid his tie and started on the buttons of his shirt. He stopped along the wall unit, picking up a picture frame— two scull rowers in the early dawn light. The surface of the water cast a hazy reflection of gold, leaving the rowers in dark silhouette. Darko’s guest glanced at the trophy that sat next to it and ran his fingertip across the brass plate, distinctively noting the lack of dust. He read aloud— more contemplative, “New England Regional Championship Regatta – Master's Division.” His left hand tugged at his tie, pulling it free, then he shrugged his suit coat off and dropped it over the back of the sofa, his tie followed.
