by SE Jakes
For Jesse’s sake, they agree to try one weekend together. Then duty calls, and a series of attacks that have been happening near the club hits too close to home, making both men wonder if giving their hearts is a maneuver fraught with too much risk…
Warning: Contains rough language, rougher sex and warriors who fall hard for each other.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Bound By Honor:
“Are you always this self-destructive when you come home from combat?” Damon growled in his ear, and Tanner realized he’d played with fire and would have to suffer the consequences—there would be no easy way out of this situation at all.
Lately, yes, he had been completely self-destructive. But he was humiliated and pissed and so fucking needy all at the same time, he didn’t know what to say or do. Instead, he buried his face into the pillow again and hoped Damon understood, the way he always claimed to.
His arms were starting to go numb, as were his legs. The chains and cuffs were tight, and he was hot and cold at the same time.
“I’ll undo the cuffs—but don’t you move. Understood?”
The command in Damon’s tone was something that couldn’t be ignored. Tanner responded to it, wanted more of it, needed to obey and so he nodded, shivered as the cuffs came off. Damon rubbed the blood back into his arms and legs and Tanner allowed it, stayed calm and followed Damon’s instructions.
“Better?” Damon asked and Tanner nodded mutely.
A smooth, cool palm rubbed the nape of his neck and Tanner breathed again.
“Touch is hard when you first come back,” Damon murmured, so only the two of them could hear.
“It always was,” Tanner whispered back. “Too much contact and I…”
“I know.” Damon’s hand rubbed, massaged, moved to Tanner’s shoulders—that, he hadn’t expected…he’d thought it would be all hard edges. No talking except for dirty words…no time for his likes and dislikes.
“Is it supposed to be like this?”
“It’s not supposed to be like anything.”
Tanner nodded. Swallowed hard. Then, “I like it rough.”
“I know that too.” But Damon didn’t stop the gentle massage. His fingers trailed the dips of Tanner’s muscles, even as Tanner’s skin felt hot and tight.
He was achy and needy, ready to beg.
But he didn’t. Wouldn’t.
“You’re a tough one, aren’t you?” Damon mused. “All you have to do is ask.”
“It’s never that simple.”
“This time, it is.”
Could it be? He’d spent too much time believing otherwise.
“What do you want?” Damon’s voice invaded his ears. “Do you want me to lay you out across my lap and spank you until your ass is red and you’re coming on my thighs because you can’t not come?”
Tanner opened his mouth to say no, but no didn’t come out. His cock twitched though, his body betraying him every step of the way, and even though Damon couldn’t see that, he knew. The man just knew.
“Spank you…and then fuck you into tomorrow,” Damon continued and God, yes.
Tanner looked up when he realized he’d spoken those words out loud. Damon’s eyes blazed, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Then it’s going to happen. Now.”
Within seconds, and with surprising ease, Damon pulled Tanner up off the bed and positioned him across his lap, bare ass in the air.
He cried out with a howl of surprise, struggled but a strong arm held him down, steadied him while the other came down, bare hand meeting bare skin. He swore he could smell the lust—his own, Damon’s…Joe’s and Hunt’s, because even though he couldn’t see them, they were watching this play out.
He heard his breath hitch and he felt like crying but he wanted more.
And then Damon’s hand came down on his bare ass a second time and a third in quick succession. Tanner’s face had already flamed, he lost his breath and began to moan incoherently. His body bucked, and he heard the sounds of approval around him as he lost himself in the rhythm…the pain…the loss of control.
He was going to come. His cock rubbed Damon’s thigh and his balls tightened in anticipation, and he screwed his eyes tight and prepared to let his body take him where he needed to be. At least until Damon’s voice broke in.
“You don’t come without my permission—you know that,” Damon told him firmly. “I think you just wanted to be punished.”
“Please,” he tried to say, but it came out a whimpered moan and that bought him three more heavy, fast slaps, and his cock throbbed against Damon’s thigh. Then Damon grabbed his hair and lifted his head so Tanner could see Joe and Hunt watching, lust heavy in their eyes.
“Such a good boy…putting on a nice show for the men,” Damon told him as he slapped his ass a few more times and Tanner struggled for balance. “Tell them you like it.”
“I…like…it,” he managed, and Damon put his head back down and continued without a break until Tanner lost track of everything but the all-consuming need to come.
Sometimes it’s good to be bad. Real good…
Bad Boyfriend
© 2011 K.A. Mitchell
Bad in Baltimore, Book 2
After Eli Wright came out, his parents threw him out. In the five years since, he’s made his own way, lived by his own rules, determined to never change himself—not for anyone. He’s not against finding Mr. Right, but Mr. Right Now will do just fine.
Quinn Maloney’s reward for ten years of faithfully keeping his closeted boyfriend’s secrets? A hell of a wake-up call to go with his morning coffee. Not only did Peter have affairs, he went straight to marry his pregnant girlfriend—and Quinn was to never reveal their history.
With the baby’s baptism looming and Quinn expected to put on a polite front, he decides he’s had enough of playing the peacekeeper. One wink from a much younger, eyeliner-wearing guy in a bar, and Quinn’s found a perfectly outrageous date for the occasion.
The date goes better than he ever imagined. And so much worse, as Eli convinces everyone they’re madly in love. That wasn’t part of the plan, but the more Quinn learns about the man behind the makeup, the more he wishes it was true.
Warning: Contains an absolute bastard of an ex-boyfriend. Not responsible for sudden uncontrollable urges to punch him in the teeth. Also not responsible for any overheating or sudden urges brought about by explicit sex with a little BDSM thrown in.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Bad Boyfriend:
Eli winced as Quinn used Eli’s discarded briefs to wipe at the wet spot. He’d have to go commando to get home, and his black jeans were tight enough to chafe.
“You’re something else,” Quinn muttered.
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
As Quinn put his fists into the mattress and loomed over him, Eli’s ass slid into a dip, the sheet rough on the skin where Quinn had been leaving his handprint.
Eli knew he did a damned good job of controlling a wince, but Quinn must have seen something else.
“Sorry.” But a grin made the apology a lie. “Need to roll on your stomach?”
“I like it rough.” Eli shrugged, swallowing back an I’ve had worse. He wouldn’t know until he checked for marks the next morning. And it wasn’t what he’d meant to say. He’d had pain without great sex to make the sting worth it before. That didn’t have the same ring, so he kept his mouth shut.
“I noticed.” Quinn’s tone had that amused dryness Eli had been hearing all night.
Screw him and his nonchalance. “You were fucking awesome, by the way.”
“Thank you.” There was that same gravity hiding the fact that he was laughing at Eli. “You were fucking awesome yourself.”
Eli could nonchalant it with the biggest I-don’t-give-a-shit prick on the planet—which wasn’t Nate, though his friend probably made it in the top five. “In that case, if you don’t feel like driving me back downtown, do you think you could cough up half my cab fare? I p
romise I won’t feel cheap.” He hooked a finger in his shirt and dragged it with him as he slipped off the bed.
Quinn wrapped his fingers around Eli’s wrist and pulled him back. “Whoa. Maybe I’ll feel cheap. You got another date?”
“I didn’t seem about to get that blowjob.” Eli settled back but gave Quinn a narrow-eyed look.
“Give me a second. You may have noticed that you’re a little younger than I am.”
Eli tugged at a gray curl that had come out of that tiny ponytail. “And a lot hipper, daddy-o.”
Quinn moved fast, pulling Eli onto his side by his hip and slapping the up-till-then-unsore cheek of his ass. Eli wished it pissed him off, but the sting sent arousal zinging from his ass to his dick.
“Hmm.” Quinn rubbed where he’d swatted, looking down at Eli’s cock. “Are you sure that wasn’t only precome?”
It had been quite a load, thank you, but before Eli could defend his balls’ honor, Quinn said, “I would have said you’re pretty tense for a guy who just got off, but now I’m wondering if it’s because your dick is looking pretty happy to see me again.” Quinn let his fingers slide down Eli’s crack to rub gently over his slick hole.
Eli gasped and rolled to his back. “So suck it.”
Quinn leaned forward and kissed him instead, soft and easy.
Eli jerked his head away. “You get off on teasing guys, is that it?”
“Nope. Just you.” Quinn held Eli’s head between his hands and kissed him, not rough, but so fucking thoroughly that every inch of their mouths was involved, and Eli’s dick was definitely more than happy to get back into action. He moved in closer so Quinn would feel it hard and ready against his hip, but Quinn kept kissing him, tongue filling Eli’s mouth, gliding and tingling. Lots of times sucking cock made him breathless and dizzy when he couldn’t get air, but this was the first time a kiss had done it. And he had plenty of air. He arched against Quinn’s body, dick rubbing the soft hair and ridges of Quinn’s lower belly. The rim bounced over a muscle, and Eli groaned into the kiss. God, the man must do crunches in his sleep to have abs like that.
The rest of Quinn’s muscles were just as strong and capable as they rolled Eli on top, letting him grind against Quinn while that kiss went on. Eli swore his fingertips were tingling from it, hell even the tips of his hair, and he wanted—needed—something hard and deep inside to balance all that gentle pressure. He tried to move, to get Quinn with an agenda that would involve something fucking Eli’s ass, but Quinn didn’t do anything but shift his grip to the back of Eli’s head and wrap the other arm around his waist.
Eli shoved, and Quinn let him go, a puzzled look in his eyes. Eli braced himself with his hands next to Quinn’s ears.
Quinn’s gaze softened, and he brought a hand up to rub his thumb across Eli’s lips. They still tingled from that kiss. Eli dragged Quinn’s thumb into his mouth and sucked.
“Come back down here. I’ll get you off.” Quinn’s deep voice rumbled between them.
Eli didn’t have any doubt about that. Quinn knew what Eli liked and wrapped it up with a hot Daddy bow.
It came as a shock to his dick, since Eli’s higher brain could usually be counted on to agree with the one between his legs, but that wasn’t what Eli wanted. Well, it wasn’t only what he wanted. He wanted the whole Quinn package with his active, forceful participation.
After shaking his head, Eli treated Quinn’s finger to a reminder of Eli’s oral skills before letting the finger rest on his lips as he spoke. “I want to wait for you, Daddy.”
Quinn’s eyes darkened, and he cupped Eli’s face.
“Quinn,” Eli corrected himself, remembering what Quinn had said at the end of the last round.
“Are you turning down a blowjob?” Quinn’s smile didn’t seem to be mocking Eli now.
“It’s not that I don’t like them.” His tone held a lot more wounded dignity than he’d intended, and he tried to erase it with a grin.
Of course Eli liked getting his dick sucked. He hadn’t met a guy who didn’t. But he liked the way Quinn had fucked him, hadn’t ever had someone push as hard as that, someone really get what Eli wanted. He doubted there was going to be a sudden shortage of blowjobs in Baltimore. But guys who topped like Quinn? Who made Eli feel safe and scared at the same time? If there were a lot of them hiding in town, Eli hadn’t been able to track any of them down.
“Because I’ve got to tell you, when my dick gets hard, I’m probably going to want to shove it up your ass again.”
Ties that Bind
SE Jakes
Can two men let go of the past in order to find their future together?
Men of Honor, Book 3
When helo pilot Glen Rhodes flies Navy SEALs into the most dangerous places on earth, he has nerves of steel. Since his trusted Dom’s death three years ago, though, the thought of submitting makes him panic.
Determined to move on and long past ready to release the adrenaline rush from his job, Glen returns to home ground—and to the bar he hasn’t had the heart to enter for three long years. There, he meets a man who seems to fit naturally into the void.
Derek Mann has suffered his own losses, and he isn’t looking for permanent. Easy conquests don’t interest him, either. One look at Glen’s proud military bearing and sad eyes tells him that he has a challenge on his hands. And that winning Glen’s trust will unleash something wild and beautiful.
The plan is to tread lightly. But from the first touch of skin on skin, there’s no holding back…except when it comes to their deepest emotions. A Christmas Eve crisis pushes them both to their limits, leaving them no choice but to let go of the past...or let it pull them apart.
Warning: Contains rough language, rougher sex and warriors who fall hard for each other.
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Ties That Bind
Copyright © 2011 by SE Jakes
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
About the Author
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