Sultry Sunset
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“No, sir,” he answered, his voice low and guttural as he snapped open the cap.
“If you sleep with anyone other than—”
“Oh no,” he cautioned. “I’m made loyal. It’s gonna be just us.”
“You’re going to break so many—” I gasped as he slid two lube-slicked fingers into my ass. “—hearts when they find out.”
“Nope,” Michael said, withdrawing fast, rolling over on his back, lying down beside me. “No hearts involved ’cept yours and mine.”
He was breathtaking, stretched out on my bed, in my room, in my house, in my life… he was mine, and my brain had not caught up with where my heart already was.
“I know you,” he mentioned.
“What?”
“You were thinking, he may love me, but when it comes down to it, I’m not a woman and the only way he’ll be able to be inside me is from behind.”
“No, I—”
“Yes,” he stopped me, as he slicked his enormous, engorged cock with lube. “But I promise you: I know you’re a man—a very strong, handsome, beautiful man who I want more than anything to watch fuck himself on my dick.”
He knew me so well, all those nights together, the endless conversations, the constant banter, and the complete, unconditional support. We’d been in the middle of our relationship before either of us even knew we’d begun.
“Come here.”
I leaned into him, and he kissed every part of me he could reach. Face, neck, shoulders, stomach, until I couldn’t think, and he didn’t seem to want to stop.
“Please touch me,” he moaned. “I wanna come all over you and your bed.”
“You’re killing me,” I moaned hoarsely.
“Me?” Michael rasped. “God, Hutch, do you have any idea what you look like right now? Could you please just put your hands all over me?”
I could do better.
Straddling his thighs, I lifted over him only to sink slowly down, inch by inch, the lube and the rimming allowing for the steady breach as I stretched around his considerable girth, until I was finally and completely impaled on his shaft.
“Oh fuck!” he snarled. It was primal and dark, and his hands on my thighs would leave bruises. I was not going anywhere. Since no one else had ever laid claim, I was content in a way I’d never been before.
His hips rolled under me as he pushed up to meet my downward thrusts, a smooth retreat followed by the thrum of us coming together, the rhythm increasing quickly, driving, pounding, as I grabbed hold of my cock and tugged to the same tempo.
“Jesus, Hutch, you’re so fuckin’ tight, you feel so—Hutch!”
His words were pushed aside by his roar as he suddenly came, exploding with a cry, shivering hard with his release, pulsing deep within my body.
I spattered his abdomen seconds later, no way to avoid it from where I was, head back, eyes closed, riding him to my completion, feeling my muscles clamp down around him, not ready to let him go.
“Goddammit.”
My head snapped forward, and I checked to see why the first word out of his mouth after the best sex of my life was a curse.
“We just blew the dog’s mind.”
I turned to look for my dog, and there was Benny, sitting in the doorway, head tipped, looking utterly confused. “You should’ve locked the doggie door so he couldn’t get back in.”
“Yeah, now he’s messed up for life, poor bastard.”
I snorted out a laugh.
“It’s like he’s never seen you in bed with someone before.”
Ridiculous man, ridiculous ruse.
Leaning over, hands on either side of his head, still with him buried to his balls in my ass, I kissed him deep, with lots of tongue.
“No one’s ever been in this bed but you, Michael Rojas.”
“Well, now,” he sighed, clearly very pleased, very smug. “That’s very good to hear.”
“Is it?”
“Oh yes,” he murmured, reaching up for my face. “And I plan to keep it that way.”
That was excellent news.
Chapter Six
WE TRIED to talk, but we were too warm, too sated, and so fell asleep in the sweaty, sticky mess we made of the bed. When I woke up a couple of hours later with the man wrapped around me, I sighed happily, leaned my cheek in his hair, and passed out again.
The second time we woke up, Michael wanted to know if he’d hurt me.
“No, baby, you didn’t hurt me at all.”
“And you’re not hurt from your fall, right? You’re okay?”
“I’m better than that.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” I murmured, reaching for him.
He sank into my arms like he’d been snuggling up to me for years.
The third time, Michael woke up with me, and before either one of us could get up, we started laughing about Benny, that we’d probably have to get him some therapy and how much was that going to cost and how in the world would we know if it was even working or not. When we heard people moving around down the hall, we both fell out of bed and scrambled around for clothes.
“You guys better get out here!” Ivy called from the kitchen, and I cursed the fact that while the other bedrooms were on the second floor, the master was on the first. “You promised to make dinner tonight, and I want to hear all about Hutch getting incarcerated!”
We had our clothes pulled on when a deeper voice came right after hers. “And the grownup wants to know if you two are finally calling yourself the couple that everyone can see that you are.”
We both leaned out the door to see Essien standing at the opposite end of the hall, beaming at us.
“She’s back outside,” he informed us, “so you can both take a fast shower before you come out. Having dinner with you guys while you smell like jizz—not that appealing,”
“How do you know we smell like—”
“Did you see your dog? Something in here traumatized him—only so many things it could be.”
“You could just, you know, take your kid out for pizza,” Michael groused at him even as he started rubbing the back of my neck.
“Nope. Me and Ivy both want to hear the story, and I can tell you about Blake Timmons taking back that absurd trumped-up fraud charge and how much fun it was to watch Mia Renaldi work him over.”
“How did you see that?”
“Jail, city hall, fire department… seriously, what are they, fifty feet away from each other?”
I couldn’t stifle my soft laughter. “We’ll be right out.”
“Hey, what’s the story on the hot doctor?”
I ignored him, bolting for the shower, wanting to be the first one under the hot water. But Michael beat me to it when he went in without taking his clothes off. I had to strip them off before lathering up my mesh sponge.
“What the hell were you thinking?” I laughed as I peeled him out of his jeans. “Now you’re all wet.”
“I was thinking that you having to get me naked did not sound like it had a downside.”
Shaking my head, I soaped his gorgeous cock, which, even flaccid, was impressive. “You know we really have to figure out a way to get them out of here.”
“Hey, Hutch.”
I lifted my gaze.
“I love you. I’m going to make you very happy.”
And I knew that. He already did.
I grabbed him, hugging him tight, and he did the same, the two of us breathing together under the warm spray.
“I love you back,” I whispered. “Never doubt it.”
“No,” Michael promised. “I never would.”
Mangrove Stories
BLUE DAYS
By Mary Calmes
Falling for a coworker is rarely a good idea, especially for a man getting a last chance at salvaging his career. But from the moment Dwyer Knolls sees the beautiful but socially awkward Takeo Hiroyuki, he seems destined to make bad decisions.
Takeo’s life is a string of failed attempts to please
his traditional Japanese father. Unfortunately, succeeding in business turns out to be just as difficult for Takeo as changing from gay to straight. In fact, the only thing Takeo seems to truly excel at is taking notice of Dwyer Knolls.
When Dwyer and Takeo head to Mangrove, Florida on a real estate buying trip, their tentative friendship combusts and becomes much more. Is their sudden connection real enough to bank their futures on, or should they chalk the whole thing up to the daze inspired by the blue ocean breeze?
Mangrove Stories
QUIET NIGHTS
By Mary Calmes
It’s a lovely little life Kelly Seaton leads. He’s got his own landscaping business, a nice little house, and his best friend, Cosimo Renaldi, and Coz’s goofball family who have adopted Kelly as their own. Sure, it’s a little lonely at night, but it’s a sweet deal, and Kelly can’t chance ruining it by letting on that he wants more—has always wanted more—with Coz.
Then Kelly’s past comes to town, bringing bad memories and hurt feelings that start to break Kelly down, and Coz just doesn’t understand why Kelly won’t let him be the support and strength that Kelly’s always been for him. They’ve already been through war, Coz’s devastating injury, and starting new careers in Mangrove, Florida. Why shouldn’t they face their chaotic pasts and build their future of quiet nights… together?
MARY CALMES lives in Lexington, Kentucky, with her husband and two children and loves all the seasons except summer. She graduated from the University of the Pacific in Stockton, California, with a bachelor's degree in English literature. Due to the fact that it is English lit and not English grammar, do not ask her to point out a clause for you, as it will so not happen. She loves writing, becoming immersed in the process, and believes without question in happily ever afters, and writes those for each and every one of her characters.
By Mary Calmes
Acrobat
Again
All Kinds of Tied Down
Any Closer
With Cardeno C.: Control
With Poppy Dennison: Creature Feature
Floodgates
Frog
Grand Adventures (Dreamspinner Anthology)
The Guardian
Heart of the Race
Ice Around the Edges
Judgment
Mine
Romanus
The Servant
Steamroller
Still
Three Fates (Multiple Author Anthology)
Timing • After the Sunset
What Can Be
Where You Lead
Wishing on a Blue Star (Dreamspinner Anthology)
CHANGE OF HEART
Change of Heart • Trusted Bond • Honored Vow • Crucible of Fate
L’ANGE
Old Loyalty, New Love • Fighting Instinct
MANGROVE STORIES
Blue Days • Quiet Nights • Sultry Sunset
A MATTER OF TIME
A Matter of Time: Vol. 1 • A Matter of Time: Vol. 2
Bulletproof • But For You • Parting Shot
THE WARDER SERIES
His Hearth • Tooth & Nail • Heart in Hand
Sinnerman • Nexus • Cherish Your Name
Warders Vol. 1 & 2
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L’Ange Series
Change of Heart Series
A Matter of Time Series
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Sultry Sunset
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