Ripped (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Anita Kinley

  Ripped

  Five years after the death of his wife and child in an automobile accident, Roman Carter, owner of Ripped specialty gym in Hot Springs, Arkansas, begins a new chapter in his life.

  Physical intimacy is easy for Roman as he shares a bed with husband Kyle Stringer. Kyle expresses his love verbally, but Roman is unable to return the sentiments. Their first lessons in intimacy are clouded by this realization. Kyle quickly questions Roman’s love for him, and the pair ends up in different bedrooms. HIV-positive and still recovering from an abusive relationship, Kyle needs his husband’s reassurance, but Roman is terrified that opening his heart to Kyle would be a betrayal of his wife’s memory.

  Roman admits becoming romantically involved with Kyle, gym physical therapist and trainer, was one of the best things he could have done, but when tragedy threatens to rip their marriage apart, can the couple evolve their wounded souls to find peace?

  Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Contemporary

  Length: 21,470 words

  RIPPED

  Anita Kinley

  EROTIC ROMANCE

  MANLOVE

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  RIPPED

  Copyright © 2012 by Anita Kinley

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62241-859-6

  First E-book Publication: December 2012

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  DEDICATION

  To my husband and family. Without their support I would have never made it this far.

  RIPPED

  ANITA KINLEY

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  A warm glow from a bedside candle revealed two figures lying spooned together, legs entwined. A white cotton sheet was tangled between them, the comforter long discarded on the floor beside the bed. The point where one began and the other ended was difficult to comprehend, as an intimacy permeated the entire room. The intoxicating aromas of cum, coupled with two half-full glasses of Bordeaux lingered.

  For Roman Carter, the reality of the last few hours captured his soul more than he dared allow. It had been a long time, too long, since he had felt this complete. While he lay cradled in Kyle’s arms, images of his husband’s dominant caresses returned, igniting a fresh desire.

  Alone in their bedroom after the commitment ceremony, Kyle had immediately taken him into his arms. He remembered the slow, sensual kiss and the hand placed on his hip as his husband pulled him close. Kyle’s lips had been moist and sweet on his, their taste still lingering. Even the scent of Kyle’s body seemed to have evaporated into his pores.

  Roman barely had time to light a few candles and pour the wine before Kyle grabbed his hand, leading him the short distance to their bed. They had undressed each other slowly, until tender caresses were replaced by unexplored passions.

  Now Kyle was probably asleep, or should be. The clock on the nightstand was approaching two o’clock in the morning. Feeling Kyle lightly stroke his arm, he stirred against his touch.

  “You should be asleep,” his partner whispered, pulling him closer.

  Surely he can’t read my thoughts, too. Smiling in the dim light, more sensual ideas continued to enter Roman’s mind.

  “Why? So you can continue to touch my arm in the hopes that I will unknowingly succumb to your advances,” Roman replied, smiling and rolling over so both men were facing each other.

  “It would appear you already have. You know you’re my gay baby,” Kyle countered, capturing Roman’s lips in an intimate kiss.

  “I don’t think I fully understand the role of a gay baby,” Roman answered teasingly.

  “Oh, I am going to make sure you do!”

  Breaking apart their faces, he remained close. Roman twined Kyle’s fingers with his own, hoping his eyes assured his husband of everything that their bodies had shared. He regretted not being more verbal. Roman recalled Kyle’s myriad of sentiments that he had mingled into a sexual dialog. Perhaps that was the role of a “top,” a word that his partner had used as their skin first made contact with the sheets.

  “We should have done this before now,” Roman said, using his other hand to trace Kyle’s lips in a sensual gesture.

  “I believe it was a mutual agreement, waiting to be intimate.”

  “I’m not talking about the sex!”

  “Just sex?” Kyle questioned, less than serious, as a smile lit the dark blond’s face.

  “No, silly boy…acknowledging us, this marriage, and allowing my brain to accept what my heart wanted.”

  “Contrary to what you may think, this silly boy knew before you even realized it yourself,” Kyle said.

  Roman felt Kyle quickly flip him, pinning him below his body.

  “So what was it that your heart wanted, Roman?” Kyle asked as his hazel eyes darkened a shade.

  Enjoying the feel of Kyle’s lips, he parted his own, allowing his lover to deepen the kiss.

  He felt Kyle suddenly pause, brushing a nose against his.

  “My heart wants us to be one. While the oral was n
ice, my hard dick wants to be inside your ass. That has to be satisfied.” Kyle spoke barely above a whisper as Roman felt his lover’s hands caressing his body, while describing an even more explicit scenario in his ear. “I didn’t suggest earlier because you were nervous. It wouldn’t have been pleasurable for either one of us.”

  Roman suddenly found himself spooned once again against Kyle’s body, but this time his husband’s hands were more insistent.

  “It’s an act of trust, gay baby, and a culmination of love. Do you trust me, Roman?”

  Roman opened his mouth to reply, only to be silenced again by Kyle’s lips.

  “Of course you trust me. I don’t feel you trembling like earlier tonight. Thought I wouldn’t notice as you tried to distract me by pouring wine and lighting candles. I’m the one who should who should be calling you silly boy. Submit to me, Roman. We need to bond. I need to make damn sure you understand what it means to be my gay baby.”

  Kyle’s arousal was clearly obviously in the insistent tone of his words.

  “Open your heart to me,” Kyle breathed, spooning him even closer. “And relax. It will make the first time easier,” he continued, reaching for a condom and lube in the nightstand.

  Roman quickly grabbed Kyle’s hand as their fingers entwined and Kyle’s dialog smoldered his senses.

  “Surrender to me, baby,” Kyle whispered, his voice laced hot with desire. “This may hurt…the first time…It did for me. Let’s try my fingers first…sort of get you ready…loosen you up. Feels good, don’t it?” he asked as Roman felt him slip first one finger, then another inside his body. “So very tight and warm. I don’t want to hurt you, but my dick is much bigger.”

  Roman closed his eyes, drinking in the new sensations that were taking hold of his body, as Kyle settled into a pattern that included the continual slipping of fingers inside his body.

  “Gay baby, you tell me when you’re ready,” Kyle said. “My pleasure depends on yours, as well. You’ve got nothing to prove to me. We’ll just keep loosening you up until you are ready.”

  “I want your cock inside me,” Roman whispered, knowing Kyle heard his sharp intake of breath as he felt his husband’s dick slowly filling him.

  “I don’t recall anyone ever making me feel this fucking good,” Kyle moaned, “so deep a connection…so complete! God, you’re so tight! I love you,” he said as Roman felt his warm breath on the back of his neck.

  As he gripped Kyle’s hand tighter, an inferno was mounting in his body, threatening to unleash, and he believed that Kyle’s words reflected his own unspoken thoughts. He wanted to feel Kyle come inside him while his own explosion spilled.

  “Talk to me, gay baby. Tell me how I am making you feel,” Kyle whispered, never giving him a chance to reply, covering his lips with his own. “Do you like being a bottom?” he murmured, moving in a gentle rhythm. “This is about two men sharing their love. Don’t you ever let anyone tell you different. It’s about me wanting to connect with you. I need that with you.”

  “I want you to make me come,” Roman replied.

  “So do I. Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

  Roman felt Kyle roll him beneath his body as their chests met.

  “Wrap your legs around me. We’re going to pause for a minute, though, give your body time to adjust before we pick it up, and relax, the worst is over. You feel so good wrapped around me, me inside your ass,” Kyle whispered against Roman’s lips.

  Eventually, Roman felt his body relaxing as his hands pulled his partner closer.

  “We’re as close as we can possibly get, Roman.”

  “I want you Kyle, all of your hard cock!”

  “You’ve got all of me. Every bit of my dick is inside your tight ass,” Kyle replied, picking up the rhythm as promised.

  Roman felt his husband’s firm, even strokes as his own dick was hard and moistening Kyle’s body.

  “Sometimes this helps,” Kyle murmured, reaching to caress Roman’s dick in his hand. “I feel you hard and leaking against me.”

  “Fuck me, Kyle,” Roman breathed.

  “You’re not ready for that, but maybe for this…”

  Roman felt Kyle stop immediately, causing him to writhe beneath him.

  “Dammit, Kyle. Don’t stop. I’m so close!”

  Reaching into the same nightstand, Roman watched Kyle retrieve a pair of red silk ribbons, binding his wrists above his head.

  “Open your heart. Trust me.” Kyle spoke quietly as he continued the firm, even thrusts into Roman’s body.

  “It feels good! Especially now…Kyle…” Roman breathed.

  “It’s supposed to feel good…damn good, too. Of course, you know that for the last few minutes I have been tapping your prostate.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I just do…All flushed…trembling beneath me. I think you’re about to come…”

  Seconds later, Roman felt his warm cum spill between them, as Kyle grabbed his ass in his hands, pulling him hard against him. “Damn, boy,” Kyle moaned. As his husband’s final thrust was so powerful that it almost pulled him to a sitting position on Kyle’s lap.

  “I wanted us to come together…sort of seal our bodies. You’re mine now,” Kyle breathed against Roman’s trembling lips. “Looking so sweet lying under me,” he said, covering his husband’s lips with his own while releasing Roman’s wrists from the ribbons.

  Afterward, Roman felt Kyle stroking his hair, as the tender gesture gradually faded to a more even pattern of breathing. This time Kyle was asleep, with Roman spread across his chest. Almost afraid to sleep, he fought the warm comfort of Kyle’s body, trying to will the moment from fading.

  Hoping he had satisfied his young lover, he realized it wasn’t about mechanics, but two spirits joining to become one. The only difference between being intimate with Kyle and a woman was anatomy. All the other emotional elements were present. At forty-two, the vocal affirmations of Kyle, twelve years his junior, had riveted through him, piquing a curiosity and a passion that he knew would be impossible to tame.

  It had seemed almost natural, subconscious even, as he had allowed Kyle to claim top status. Even more delicious to know was that at any time he could claim it, returning the same level of intimacy. The sound of the word top coming from Kyle’s lips made Roman realize that his life would now forever be defined by the mutual love of Kyle Stringer.

  If someone had told him five years ago that he would be lying today intimately twined with a man, he would have scoffed at the idea. Not from a prejudice or disgust, but simply from his own improbability at the idea. Five years ago, he was married to his college sweetheart, Lisa, and expecting their first child. A tragic car accident had crushed those dreams, as their vehicle had been hit head-on by a drunk driver.

  Lisa and their child died on a Wednesday, and Roman returned to work on the following Monday. Not allowing himself time to grieve, he remembered suppressing painful memories, taking control of his position as owner of Ripped, a specialty gym in his hometown of Hot Springs, Arkansas. He even conducted interviews, hiring a personal trainer for some new weight lifting classes. Smiling now, he retrieved the comforter from the floor, wrapping it around them both. Hiring that trainer was probably one of the best decisions he had ever made, and the other was allowing that same man to turn his body into a smoldering fire.

  Kyle stirred in his sleep, mumbling, “If you don’t go to sleep, Roman, I am going to make you wish you had. It’s almost six in the morning.”

  “You complete me, silly boy,” Roman said, wishing that he could tell Kyle what was really in his heart as he looked down into his eyes, stroking his cheek with his hand, only to feel Kyle put a hand under his chin, forcing his brown eyes back to ones that held something so raw that he was sure there were no words to describe it. “I’d like to take the lead. Reciprocate,” he said, suddenly looking away again.

  “Look at me and quit acting like a prepubescent school boy who has just been deflowered. We both can bench pr
ess two hundred and fifty pounds. Besides, you were married before. I thought I had broken you of any inhibitions. Just tell me you want to be on top. I enjoy versatility.”

  “My only unexplored inhibition is my need to make love to you, and I am breaking that right now,” Roman said as his lips traced the curve of Kyle’s neck.

  Kyle returned his face to Roman’s saying, “Are you sure? I don’t expect it to be versatile every time, you know.”

  “More sure than I have been of anything in a long time,” Roman whispered against Kyle’s lips.

  “Then tell me you want to fuck me.”

  As Roman hesitated, Kyle asked, “Didn’t you ever tell your wife? Say it, Roman!”

  “I want to fuck you, Kyle,” Roman said, watching Kyle’s eyes close in pleasure as he returned the rhythmic caress.

  “So in love with you, Roman,” Kyle whispered while covering his partner’s lips with his own.

  “It’s your turn, sweet boy,” Roman replied. “I want you to feel as good as you made me feel. If that’s even possible. Surrender to me now. I’m your top,” he continued, exploring more of his husband’s verbal lingo. He enjoyed Kyle’s arousal at the use of the words. “I think I enjoy being inside your ass just as much as I want you in mine.”

  Any level of control that Roman believed he had was slowly dissolving as he felt Kyle restless and trembling beneath him. His thoughts repeatedly responded to Kyle’s affirmations of love, but his voice could not form the words, at least not yet.

  “It won’t be long before we can sleep. I’m so close to coming,” Roman replied, breathless, pulling Kyle closer to him as the restlessness of his own body sought completion.