by Tara Lain
“Thank you, ma’am. I will.” He headed toward the house.
Jake looked over Roan’s shoulder to see the whole family on the small porch. He whispered in Roan’s ear. “Doesn’t look like we get to escape.”
“That’s okay. I’ll take all your mother’s advice I can get.”
* * *
Jake cuddled his lover in the backseat of the town car. He pressed his lips to the man’s cheek and felt the lightest peach fuzz stubble. It had been a long time since either of them shaved. Nibbling as he went, he slowly worked his way down Roan’s neck, breathing into his ear and letting his tongue follow his breath. Roan rewarded him with soft sighs and moans.
They’d extricated themselves from Jake’s family a little before noon. The morning had been entirely surreal. Both he and his brother were well and seriously out to their families. Burt had taken Jake aside and told him how happy he was that Jake had found such a great partner. Then he confessed he’d thought the reason Jake never seemed to stay with one woman long was because he had a yen for Emmaline. Talk about choke. But his dad didn’t notice and seemed to love having another basketball fan in the family.
Emmaline. He had to tell her about Roan. They weren’t just research partners, they were friends. Yeah, and friends was all they’d ever be now. He’d be lying if he said that didn’t sting, but he’d made his choice. He realized that even if Em threw herself at him, he couldn’t live his life without Roan. He pulled his lover’s head up for a kiss and felt that wonderful surrender. No woman he’d ever known melted like his beautiful boy lover.
They were now driving on a secret mission of Roan’s that the man was not revealing.
“Okay, you tease, tell me.”
“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
“Tell me.” Jake pounced on Roan and began to tickle him. Roan’s shouts prompted William to speak through the intercom. “You two killing each other back there?”
“Yes,” Roan shrieked. “Save me.”
“Tickle his feet, Jake. That’ll get him.”
“Traitor!”
William laughed and clicked off the intercom.
Jake made one more attack but was reminded of how strong his lover actually was when he got pushed back onto the seat and Roan landed on top of him. The beautiful soft lips closed over his, and Jake no longer cared about tickle fights. They’d managed to open each other’s flies and were about to get busy sucking when William announced, “Roan, we’re almost there.”
“Noooo,” Jake moaned.
“Oh, so now you’re not so anxious to know the surprise? I’ll tell William to keep driving.”
Roan reached for the intercom, and Jake grabbed his hand. “I want the surprise, but then I get to suck your cock all the way home.”
“You don’t hear me objecting, do you?”
Jake tried to shove his hard cock back into his pants and then zipped up with some difficulty—of course, not as much difficulty as Roan. He looked out the window and saw a lot of trees but not much hint of where they were.
They’d both managed to get presentable when the car turned onto a long driveway. Jake had his nose pressed to the window. He felt like a kid. “Where are we?”
“You’ll see.”
After at least a quarter mile, the car pulled into a circular drive with a small pond in the middle and stopped.
Jake jumped out the door. Straight ahead was a house, obviously still under construction but already detailed enough to know it was modern, dominated by glass and stone, and beautiful.
“Roan, what is this?”
His lover walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Jake’s waist.
“Your home, I hope.” Jake looked back over his shoulder into the smiling green eyes. Roan kissed him gently. “I had my eye on this property for a long time. I started building a spec house I planned to sell. But then I met you, and suddenly this place just seemed like home to me. If you’re in it, that is.”
“It’s so beautiful.” Like you.
“I purposely left it unfinished on the chance that you might help me make the last decisions and choices. Thought for a while there I’d have to finish it myself.”
Jake looked down. “Sorry, Roan. I’m an idiot.”
“C’mon, idiot.”
Roan walked him into the mostly completed structure. The entry was unpolished stone, and there was a long thin pond without water in it yet. They looked at the great room with its soaring wall of glass that made the huge trees outside seem part of the indoors. The kitchen was enormous but only sketched in so far.
Roan gestured excitedly. “And I want a six-burner gas stove and double ovens. And there’ll be an island with a prep sink.”
Jake laughed. “We’re both gonna get fat.”
“Yes, and won’t it be fun!”
Roan showed Jake his office with a beautiful view of the surrounding forest, and then they walked up framed-in stairs to a huge room with a view that was described by Roan as “their room.” Roan described the bed and gave Jake a wonderfully lascivious description of all they would do in it.
Jake sat down in the middle of the floor. “Roan, I can’t believe this. It’s too much.”
“Why, love?” He sat beside him.
“I can’t let you do this. I don’t make enough to pay my share.”
“Hey, baby.” Roan tugged on Jake’s chin until he stared into the green eyes. “You may be a top, but you gotta let me take care of you a little too.”
Jake waved his hand. “This isn’t a little.”
“It is to me, Jake.” This statement was soft.
“You can really afford all this?”
“More than. And what the fuck good does it do me if I can’t share it with the one I love?”
Jake looked around. “I love it. I can’t imagine a more beautiful place, as long as you’re here.”
“Always.” Roan kissed Jake gently. “I have a little more to show you.”
“What, the bathroom with hot and cold running Grecian slave girls? Uh, boys?”
“Better. Come on.”
Holding his hand, Roan guided Jake out of their bedroom and across the open area to another room. Jake looked around. It was a lovely room with a big walk-in closet. “What’s this?”
Roan took a deep breath. “I think it’s Em’s room.”
“What?”
Roan took Jake’s shoulders. “Baby, I think you love me. No, I know you love me, but I also know you love Em.”
Jake shook his head.
“I don’t expect you to be over your great forbidden love just because you fell in love with me. And like you said, if I get to know her, I’ll probably love her. After all, you do.” Jake started to speak, and Roan shushed him. “I’ve thought a lot about it. When we were together with Alex, I got to see what it was like to be with you and a woman. I enjoyed it, Jake, and I think you did too, even if you did freak.”
“I freaked because I enjoyed it so much. You were the key. Knowing you were there made being with the woman sexy. Like no other time in my life.”
“So maybe this room is just for Em to come visit us. And maybe it’s more.”
Jake gasped. “You’re shitting me? But Em would never agree to that. Would she?” Jake looked at the model. Jesus, he couldn’t resist Roan. Maybe Em would feel the same way.
“Who knows? Time will tell, my darling. Let’s finish the house first.”
* * *
Later that night at the condo, Jake gathered Roan into his arms. “Wow, what will it be like, sleeping in our bed in the new house?”
“Wonderful,” Roan murmured. “Just like this.”
God, they’d been kissing and sucking each other for hours, starting on the couch watching TV and now curled up in bed. Finally, he’d realized they both had to work tomorrow, and they’d had a busy day, so they turned in.
Curled around his lover, Jake smoothed his hand over the silky black hair. “Roan, will you do something for me?”
“Anything I can.”
Deep breath. “Will you fuck me?”
Roan was still for a moment. “No matter what Alex said, Jake, I’m happy being your bottom.”
He couldn’t get his voice above a whisper. “I need to know, Roan.”
The model turned and pressed his lips to Jake’s chest. “I’d be honored to pop your cherry.”
“Think you can get that monster cock in me?”
“We’ll go slow. You’ll tell me if it hurts too much.” Roan looked up in Jake’s face. “Want to do it now?”
“Yeah.” Gasp.
Roan got up, grabbed the lube from the nightstand, and threw it on the bed. Man, his cock was at half-mast already. Appropriate, since he was half scared and half excited. Roan just grabbed his rod and deep throated it. “Shit, Roan.”
The beauty popped the dick from his mouth. “Want you real excited.”
“I got that.”
Roan turned Jake on his side and pushed his legs forward almost to a fetal position. He slipped a cool wet finger into Jake’s ass and wiggled a little. “Feel funny?”
“Yeah.”
Oh yeah. Slowly, Roan began to pump his finger in and out. Jeez. Kinda weird, but kinda good too.
Roan shifted and reached over to stroke his cock. Hell, yeah. The finger pulled all the way out to the tip, and then—yikes—two fingers went in. Man, the cock stroking felt so good, the whole area was lighting up like a heat lamp.
Roan murmured, “God, baby, you’re so sexy.” Those two fingers wiggled a little at the deepest point, and Jake felt an electric sensation shoot through him. He jumped.
“Okay?”
“Oh yeah.” He couldn’t help it. He pumped his rear back on Roan’s fingers as he pushed his cock forward into his hand. “It feels good.”
“Yeah.” Roan chuckled.
His lover pulled the two fingers all the way out. Jake felt coolness in his ass, and…it had to be a third finger, and the three digits pushed deep in his hole. Burned. Intense. Man, it felt so good. “Baby, fuck me, please. Do it.”
Still pumping and stroking hard, Roan whispered in his ear, “Who’s anxious now?”
“Oh, I am. Please, baby, please.”
Roan stopped stroking his cock but kept the fingers in his ass.
“No, don’t stop.”
“Need the hand for a minute, love.”
Jake felt the warmth of Roan’s body press against him, the three fingers still buried in his ass, then he pushed Jake’s body forward so his ass was high and round. The fingers came out. Oh God, this was it. A big, smooth, warm invader pushed into the well-oiled channel. Oh crap! It was huge. It burned and stretched, but he just got hotter and hotter. “More.”
“You sure, baby? Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Burns like fire, but it feels good too.”
“Okay.” The huge cock pushed in, and Jake adjusted his hips to allow better access. Electricity times ten. “Holy shit.”
“That’s your prostate, baby. Do you like it?”
“Oh man, no wonder you’re gay.”
Laughing, Roan began slowly pumping. Probably wasn’t getting the whole cock. No, that baby wasn’t for amateur hour. Even part of it was incredible. It sent hot, full, flashing fire to his cock. Roan reached around him again and began to pump.
“Oh, darling, that’s too much. I’ll come. Shit, you’re gonna make me come.”
Roan pumped harder. “Do you know how good you feel? Do you know how much I love fucking you? I’m gonna fill you with my cum. Give it to me. Come on, baby. Give it.”
Hot semen burst out of Jake’s cock, like a fire hose shooting onto the sheets and Roan’s hand. Oh God. Warm cum filled his ass and dripped down his legs. “Oh, so good, so good.”
“I love you.” Roan fell half over Jake’s body.
“Love you too.” Oh man, his ass burned, but that heat was the feeling of contentment. The most he’d ever known.
Roan slid himself off Jake and curled around his back. He chuckled a little. “So, have I converted you to a bottom?”
“No, I love fucking you too much. But any time you want to stick that cock in me, feel free. It was great, even if I’m going to do a lot of standing tomorrow.”
“Jake?” The silky voice was a little more serious.
“Yes, darling.”
“I really love your family.”
“They love you too.”
“Thank you for letting me be a part of your life.”
Jake turned so they were face-to-face. “We’re family now, love. Always. Love and family, just like you said.”
The famous smile broke across that perfect face with the improbable tooth front and center. Jake smiled back. Sometimes, when you give up your ideas of how it’s supposed to be, you get something a whole lot better. And what did he get? The perfect wild thing.
Loose Id Titles by Tara Lain
Genetic Attraction
The Scientist and the Supermodel
Tara Lain
Tara Lain never met a beautiful boy she didn’t love—at least on paper. A writer of erotic romance, mostly ménage and male/male, Tara loves all her characters, but especially her handsome heroes. A lifelong writer of serious non-fiction, Tara only fell in love with EROM in 2009 and, through perseverance and lots of workshops, had the first novel she ever wrote accepted for publication in 2010. She’s now on book six. After an exotic life of travel all over the world and work in television, education, and advertising, Tara settled in Southern California with her soul-mate husband and opened her own small marketing business. She paints, collages, and started practicing yoga “way before it was fashionable.” Passionate about diversity, justice, inclusion, and new ideas, she says on her tombstone it will read, “Yes.”
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Table of Contents
Title page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Loose Id Titles by Tara Lain
Tara Lain
