by Sean Michael
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Title Page
Legal Page
Pre-Game
Book Description
Dedication
Trademark Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Epilogue
Opening Moves
Book Description
Dedication
Trademark Acknowledgements
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Middle Game
Book Description
Dedication
Trademark Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
En Prise
Book Description
Dedication
Trademark Acknowledgements
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
Epilogue
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CHESS: PART ONE
Pre-Game
Opening Moves
Middle Game
En Prise
SEAN MICHAEL
Chess: Part One
ISBN # 978-1-78651-786-9
©Copyright Sean Michael 2019
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright October 2015
Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz
Pride Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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PRE-GAME
Chess: The Prequel
Before there were four, there were three. Learn how Rook, Knight and Bishop came together.
When Rook and Knight meet at a live drawing class Rook is modeling for, it’s lust at first sight. Open and eager with his sexuality, Rook immediately draws Knight’s attention. Lust soon turns to love for the two men. The question, though, is what happens when a third man feels like he belongs with them?
Dive into this story of how Rook, Knight and Bishop met to become the threesome who invited Jason to join them in the Chess series.
Dedication
To my readers who wanted more. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.
Trademark Acknowledgements
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:
Popsicle: Unilever
Chapter One
Rook hurried along Young Street, checking his watch. He didn’t think he was going to be late for the class, but he was cutting it awfully close. Of course, he hadn’t realized that his meeting with the lawyer was going to take so long. On the other hand, if the dude—were you allowed to call lawyers ‘dude’?—hadn’t been so intent on talking him out of his purchase, it’d have taken half the time.
It was a good thing money was no object, thanks to Great-Aunt Anna leaving her fortune to the black sheep of the family—namely him—or he’d have had to insist that he not be charged for the time the lawyer spent on his own agenda rather than Rook’s. What did the lawyer care if he spent a hundred thousand or so on a store that sold sex toys? It wasn’t like Rook was asking the guy to come and buy, or even to ever show up. He liked the idea of owning a sex shop, and honestly, the money was a drop in the bucket.
All the paperwork was being drawn up and he’d be the proud owner of the place in less than two weeks. Too bad he didn’t have anybody to celebrate with. He’d have to bring some champagne in and celebrate with the staff once the sale went through. Yeah, that would work.
Arriving at the Art School, he went in and made his way to the Live Art class, walking in with seconds to spare. He gave Polly, the teacher, an apologetic smile and moved to the corner of the room to strip off. He usually showed up at least ten minutes ahead of the class, so he was already on the dais when the students came in, especially at the beginning of the semester, but it couldn’t be helped.
Naked, he ran his hands through his hair, and made his way to the raised seat. “How would you like me today?”
Polly tilted her head. “Why don’t you sit with your legs crossed, one hand supporting you as you lean back, the other on your knee.”
He assumed the position, s
hifting a little until he was comfortable enough to stay still for a prolonged period of time.
“Very good.” Polly smiled at him and turned her attention to her students. “Good afternoon, class, and welcome to Live Drawing. Our model for this class is Rook. He’ll be with us the entire class.”
She went on, but he tuned her out, checking out the students in his line of sight. They were all the same—earnest girls and guys trying desperately not to stare. All except for one.
This guy had long, long hair that was so dark it looked like a raven’s wing. He had a beard and was wearing camo that was totally vintage and completely oversized. That guy was looking. Admiring, even.
Rook couldn’t help but tilt his head the slightest bit, proudly showing off. Hell, this guy made him want to spread his legs and really show off, but he knew Polly would likely ban him until he’d groveled significantly. And the truth was, he enjoyed posing.
His move earned him a grin, slow and wicked—one that burned through him.
No hard-ons, he reminded himself. But damn, this guy made his balls ache.
He glanced away, his nostrils flaring as he thought about snow and ice and slush and stupid lawyers who thought he was a moron, in an effort to stay deflated. God, the lawyers thought did it. Boom. Flaccid.
Like an idiot, he dared to glance over at the dark-haired dude again. He got a quick little grin, those eyes burning at him. The pencil was flying, though, one sketch after another happening like magic.
Rook couldn’t wait to see. It was one of his favorite things about modeling, seeing the results. All the different styles, the different ways people saw him—it was cool.
Polly moved to stand behind the guy Rook was scoping out. “I don’t know why you’re here, you know.”
“I told you. I get bored.”
Now Rook was really intrigued. He was itching to see the guy’s artwork.
“Bored.” She chuckled and patted the dude’s shoulder, her expression fond.
Rook kept looking. The guy was handsome, but not in a conventional way. He was more…fierce. Those dark eyes kept meeting his, watching him close. Fuck, the man was electric. Exciting.
For once, Rook was eager for the class to be over, but it wasn’t so he could leave. He supposed he did want to leave, but only if it was with Fierce Dark Eyes.
It was the longest hour in the history of hours, and finally, blessedly, Polly called time. Rook slipped on his robe and began walking around the class, checking out the drawings and paintings, starting his tour so that he’d finish with the sexy dude.
By the time he got there, though, Mr. Hot Pants was gone. The only thing there was a sketch of Rook, erect and needy, hand around his cock. On the back of the sketch was the name of a coffee shop and ‘five p.m’.
Oh, the dude was sure of him—like really. Rook almost decided not to show. He was too intrigued, though. And this picture. Yum.
Grinning, he rolled up the picture and put it in his bag, then got dressed and headed out. He had forty-five minutes before he had to meet his date.
* * * *
Knight stretched out in the huge armchair, a triple espresso in one hand and a croissant in the other. Sweet and Sexy had better show. Knight wanted to fuck in the worst way.
It took another five minutes and Knight’s croissant was gone, but then in he walked. Slender, but with great muscle definition, all blond hair and big blue eyes and the sweetest fucking smile, which lit right up when the guy saw him. Oh, the cuteness. Knight could just eat this guy alive.
Sweet and Sexy gave him a little wave, then mimed drinking and went over to the counter to place an order. He paid and came to Knight’s table. “They’re going to bring it over. Caramel Iced Latte with extra caramel. I need some sugar. It’s hard work staying warm with no clothes on.” The guy winked and held out at hand. “I’m Rook.”
“No shit?” Knight chuckled and took the square hand, approving of the firm grip. “Knight.”
Rook laughed and kept his hand. “Rook and Knight? Really? That’s fantastic!”
“Rook and Knight. Meant to meet.” Knight loved coincidence. Loved it.
“Yeah, it’s the kind of thing that makes you think fate has a sense of humor.” Rook made a scootching motion. “There’s room enough in that chair for both of us.”
“Oh, you’re a snuggler. I like it.” Knight scooted over, patted the chair.
Rook sank into it, leaning against him more than was necessary. “I am. I’d much rather be touching than up on a pedestal on my own.”
“I’d rather draw you from my bed, too.” Excellent. He did love a firmly into dudes kind of guy. “That’s the best of both worlds.”
“So you wanted to meet me for more than just a private modeling session?” God, Rook was slinky, rubbing idly against him.
“I wanted to fuck like bunnies for hours.” Might as well just be straight up.
Rook beamed at him. “I think I’m in love…or at least lust. Do you want to go now?” Rook stood and waved at the barista. “Put mine in a to-go cup, please.”
Knight finished his in a few gulps. “I have a place not the dorms.” Hell, he had a place that was paid for and private with a fucking hot tub. It was good to have money.
“I don’t live in the dorms, but your place sounds good.”
The barista brought out Rook’s coffee and he stood, grabbing it. “Thanks, man.” Then Rook turned back to him, and he had the kid’s total focus.
“What are you into?” Knight stood, heading across the street to his loft-cum-studio.
“Everything.” Rook said it matter-of-factly. “You?”
“Yeah. I like orgasms. Lots.” He snatched Rook’s hand and they started to hurry.
“Another thing we have in common!” Rook laughed, face alight. There was a glow that came from within, that lit up Rook.
Knight’s fingers itched to capture it. “You have to promise to let me draw you, after. Over and over.”
“You keep me well-fucked and I’ll never leave your bed, K.” Rook bounced along, the eagerness sexy.
“It’s a deal.” He’d seen Rook’s cock. It was a thing of beauty, even flaccid.
He felt Rook’s laughter down to his toes.
A flash of lightning lit up the sky and Rook threw his head back. “It’s going to storm.”
“We’ll open the windows and let it in.”
“Works for me. The only thing better would be if we could dance naked in it.” Rook sounded almost wistful.
“Mmm. That would be great. I’m on the top floor. We could try.”
“After we’ve fucked.” Rook squeezed his hand.
“Two or three times.”
“Oh, I like you,” Rook told him.
“Good. Hey.” Knight pushed the elevator button. “Kiss me real quick.” If there was no chemistry, they needed to know, the sooner the better.
Rook put his coffee on the ground by the wall, grabbed Knight’s shoulders and leaned up, pressing their mouths together. The kiss was sweet and needy and aggressive, all at once, Rook pushing his tongue into Knight’s mouth and lighting him up.
Oh, fuck. Oh, chemistry. Iron. Argon. Helium. All the elements.
Rook pressed closer, one leg hooking around his hips as a moan filled his lips. Rook whimpered and began to hump him, right there in front of the elevator. Knight’s cock filled, fast and hard, his balls aching with how tight they were.
“Oh, God. You’re hot. So damn hot.” Rook kept rubbing, taking one kiss after another.
“Uh-huh. Horny little bastard.” He grabbed Rook’s ass and squeezed.
Rook nodded, clearly not the least bit ashamed of his need.
The elevator made a noise that probably used to be a ding, but now was more of a noisy sigh, and the doors slid open. He dragged Rook in and they went back to kissing and rubbing. He managed to hit the button for five before the doors opened up on the ground floor again. Then he got lost in Rook until the elevator came to a stop, that same sad noise so
unding. The doors opened smoothly, though, and they spilled out onto the fifth floor. His apartment took up the bulk of the floor, with only a little utility room and an even smaller laundry room at the far end of the hall.
“Come on. In. Naked. Lube.” Knight headed for his door.
“I’m a fan of your plan.” Rook laughed and held his hand, bouncing along next to him, rubbing up on him with every step.
“I’m not huge on the whole plan thing,” Knight admitted. “But this one’s good.”
They went into his place and Rook did a three-sixty, taking in his huge, open space. The windows started about two feet up from the floor, went all the way to the top of the twelve foot ceilings and filled the entire wall. There was a kitchenette on the far right, almost in an alcove, and the bathroom and cupboard space were next to it. His studio was on the left, with the same huge windows on three sides, letting in the most amazing light. Not that you could really see that from here and not that he needed Rook to get the full tour just at the moment, either.
“Wow. This place is amazing.” Then Rook grabbed his hand. “Where’s the bed?”
“The pillows over here in the corner. It’s like a mirage.” A nest. It was his soft place to land.
“Oh, neat.” Rook went immediately to the pillows, lying down in them. “Comfy!”
“They are.” Knight opened some of the huge windows, letting the wind in. “Good?”
“Very good. I love the feeling of the wind against my skin.” Rook reached toward him, making grabby hands.
Knight tugged off his shirt and kicked off his shoes before leaning down and kissing Rook hard. Arching up into his body, Rook ran both hands along his back. It made him shiver, to feel Rook’s hands against his bare skin.
“Damn.” He tugged Rook’s shirt up, but most of his attention was on Rook’s hands.
Rook was pale with little pink nipples that hardened as Rook’s hands slid down into the back of his camos, grabbing his ass.
“You’re skinny,” Rook told him, squeezing his butt.