Murder Most Deserving

by Hank Edwards

  “Fuck, I need you naked, baby,” Jazz whispered, both hands rubbing Michael’s shoulders. “Please….”

  That helpless begging was like a jolt of blood and steel through Michael’s already hard cock. He sat back, but didn’t go far while they quickly shed their clothing and Michael set his glasses aside near the wine. Once fully exposed, Michael straddled Jazz’s lap, his sudden need to be filled with his lover’s cock overwhelming him. Jazz sat up and they met in a tender kiss. With their height difference, Michael’s chin could all but rest on top of Jazz’s head, so he had to dip down to kiss that decadent mouth. They kissed for a long time, hands exploring torsos, hard cocks gently rubbing. Jazz reached down and took hold of their cocks as they kept kissing. They were both seeping enough precum that the glide of his hand was absolutely wonderful.

  “I need you in me,” Michael leaned down and whispered in Jazz’s ear, nibbling on the lobe and licking the shell.

  “You need to get the lube,” Jazz panted in reply.

  Michael had both feet on the patio, straddling the chair and Jazz. He cupped Jazz’s face with a smile. “What did I tell you? We’re not getting out of this lounger until there’s cum everywhere.”

  Jazz chuckled and lay back on the pillow and comforter Michael had spread out for them. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

  “Then never leave me.” He couldn’t believe he said that, or how desperately he meant it.

  “Deal.”

  Grinning, Michael inched away and knelt between Jazz’s thighs. He took hold of Jazz’s cock and let a runner of spit pool down first one side and then the other. He did that several times before looking up at Jazz. “Let’s go old-school.”

  Michael was quick to straddle Jazz once more, standing over him this time. Jazz put a hand on either thigh and gazed up at Michael with so much love and desire it stole Michael’s breath. When he started to squat down, he reached behind him to take hold of Jazz’s spit-coated cock and aim it at his asshole.

  It hurt at first and the skin pulled, but Michael didn’t care. The pain felt good because it meant Jazz was still here with him. That he was inching inside of him.

  Their gazes never broke as Michael slowly worked Jazz’s dick into his ass until he was lowered all the way. When they were fully united, Jazz ran his hands up Michael’s thighs, then sat up to pull him into a gentle embrace. Panting, Michael put his chin on top of Jazz’s head and they held each other. Michael stroked Jazz’s back gently, then reached up to release his hair.

  Jazz let out a soft chuckle at their personal joke of Michael’s obsession with his hair. Michael’s cock was pressed tight between their bodies, and the rumble of Jazz’s chuckle teased the skin.

  When his hair was freed, Michael took a deep inhale of the intoxicating scent of his hair products, mingled with the scent of their arousal and everything else that was uniquely Jazz. Michael kissed his forehead, then drew back so he could look into Jazz’s eyes. “You feel amazing inside me.”

  “I agree.” Jazz wore a lopsided grin. “But you’re kind of driving me crazy by not moving.”

  Michael let out a breathless chuckle and gazed down at Jazz’s wanton expression. “Like this?”

  Using his feet firmly planted on the deck to his advantage, Michael lifted his torso a few inches, gliding up Jazz’s cock. He’d intended it to be a slow seductive stroke, but when both of them released hungry whimpers for more, Michael sank back down and Jazz fumbled between their bodies to grip Michael’s aching prick. He gave it a firm stroke, his mouth agape and eyes wide, as if stunned by the intensity of their connection. They stared into each other’s eyes, and Michael clung to Jazz and trembled as he moved up and down with more momentum. Jazz matched his speed with strokes on Michael’s cock, and they did not look away from each other.

  Michael gripped Jazz’s shoulders and fucked himself harder. Jazz jerked him with a matched passion, his other hand pressed firmly to the small of Michael’s back. Then his fingers slipped lower to where Michael was impaled on his cock. He put his thumb and forefinger on either side of Michael’s hole and held them snug, increasing the pressure on his own cock while heightening Michael’s pleasure by rubbing him there. Every part of Michael’s body came alive with ecstasy, from the fire of Jazz’s naked cock deep inside him, to the insistent pressure of those fingers on his ring, and the rough glide of Jazz’s other hand on his dick.

  “Oh, Jazz,” Michael groaned. “So gooooood.”

  “Ride it, baby. Take what you need.” They went like that for a few moments, slow, deep, and intense. Eventually Jazz raised his knees and put both hands on Michael’s hips and began thrusting up, meeting Michael’s need with wonderful hard jabs.

  “Oh!” Michael cried when Jazz nailed his prostate harder. His balls pulled up snug against his body and his insides churned for release as he fucked himself on Jazz’s dick and Jazz fucked him deep in return. Though he was so close, he didn’t want it to end yet.

  Tonight was a milestone for them and Michael needed this moment to last as long as possible, but when Jazz gripped his cock again, one hand all but bruising his hip and his thighs pushing on Michael’s ass, he didn’t know if he would be able to hold back. Every torturous stroke Jazz delivered on his cock made him gasp and tremble. He clung to Jazz’s shoulders, riding out the pleasure.

  When Michael dropped back down and Jazz slammed up, Michael suppressed a cry, still vaguely aware that they were outside and a random passerby could hear them if they got too rowdy—as they usually did.

  Hips rocking now, Michael dipped his head and kissed Jazz passionately, swallowing his gasps as they both moved faster, finding that perfect rhythm. Groaning into the kiss, Jazz grabbed both Michael’s hips again and dug in, his body jerking up to meet Michael in that place of passion they both needed to reach.

  Any intention of dragging it out was abandoned as their bodies took over. Struggling, thrusting, grasping, and kissing, all of their limbs moving furiously toward completion.

  Jazz buried his face against Michael’s chest, his head tucked under his chin. Michael gripped him tight around the shoulders, and they bounced and fucked, Michael riding Jazz’s cock with a renewed fury. The wooden lounger creaked beneath them and the breeze rustled in the trees. There was another crackling pop sound as a random firework ignited.

  But the fireworks between Michael and Jazz were more immediate, intense and electric. Michael couldn’t hold back any longer. The friction of their writhing bodies with his dick pinned between them sent him over the edge. With a strangled cry, he burst between them, gasping as a million tiny lights exploded within. He felt it when Jazz’s momentum sped up, shifting rhythm too as he found his need and emptied his hot load deep inside Michael’s ass.

  Sweat slicked their bodies as Michael thrust through his orgasm, slowing down as it faded, but relishing the way his cum-covered cock mashed between their torsos. Gasping for breath, they clung to each other. Michael wasn’t sure which one of them trembled the most.

  Michael shifted to cup the back of Jazz’s head, fingers coiling in his hair. He held on tightly, dipping his head so he could gently kiss Jazz on the forehead.

  Jazz’s hot breaths huffed against Michael’s sweaty chest. They held still, reveling in bliss.

  “I love you, Michael. I really, really do,” Jazz whispered in a voice so tiny Michael let out a faint strangled sound he was sure he’d never made before.

  He drew back slightly and his hand shifted to cup Jazz’s cheek. Their eyes met and Michael kissed him, soul-deep and for everything he was worth. Only when his body was starved for oxygen did Michael withdraw from that kiss to gaze at his whole world, his heart. His everything.

  “I love you too, Jazz.”

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  A killer at a small-town literary festival. Bumbling drug dealers. A kidnapped cat. Starting a romance among all this chaos might be the death of them.

  Michae
l Fleishman is excited to meet his favorite mystery writer, Russell Withingham, at Lacetown’s Literary Fest. He is not expecting to cross paths with sexy hairdresser Jasper “Jazz” Dilworth—or become embroiled in a real-life mystery. As Lacetown’s only mortician and the county coroner, Michael is called to his first murder scene and is shocked to recognize the victim—Russell’s young lover.

  Jazz only wanted to confront his ex, Russell, over his cheating. Instead, he meets the adorably awkward Michael and becomes a murder suspect. Soon Jazz is teaming up with Michael to clear his name. Along the way, they are helped and hindered by Michael’s sassy assistant, Kitty, the grumpy Sheriff Musgrave, Russell’s creepy PR rep, Norbert, and Michael’s lothario grandfather, who likes his manhattans strong and his women saucy. And of course, Mr. Pickles Furryton the Third….

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  HANK EDWARDS has been reading books from an early age. Now that he’s an adult—or at least older than he used to be—he likes to write stories that revolve around gay characters. His writing crosses many sub-genres, including romance, rom-com, contemporary, paranormal, suspense, mystery, and wacky comedy.

  When he’s not writing, Hank loves to read, go to movies, watch some TV, and because of Paul Hollywood’s influence, has recently been trying his hand at baking. He visits his mother once a week, not just for the free cookies, and enjoys spending time with close friends drinking wine and making up ridiculous things that sometimes show up in his books. Although he hates the process of travel, he does enjoy experiencing new places. His dream trip is to one day visit the country of Greece, and he is currently saving his nickels and dimes to make that a reality.

  Back in the 90s, he met a man who understood and encouraged his strange, creative mind, and who made him laugh more often and more freely than anyone else. Today they are legally married and still laugh often as they live in a suburb just north of Detroit with their two cats who act as both muse and distraction to him while he writes.

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  DEANNA WADSWORTH might be a best-selling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. She has served multiple board positions for different RWA chapters, including president of the Rainbow Romance Writers in 2017.

  When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and will often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes quiet times in her garden when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the inner workings of their relationships has always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.

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  By Hank Edwards

  With Deanna Wadsworth

  LACETOWN MURDER MYSTERIES

  Murder Most Lovely

  Murder Most Deserving

  Published by DREAMSPINNER PRESS

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  By Deanna Wadsworth

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  Trade Paperback ISBN: 978-1-64405-743-8

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  Library of Congress Control Number: 2019952839

  Digital published March 2020

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