Entice

by Lexi Buchanan

  “You’re one in a million Sabrina.” He kisses her on the cheek before walking over to me.

  “Take care of her, and yourself.” He holds his hand out, which I take before pulling him into me for a proper hug.

  “Take care of yourself, and if you need anything you get in touch.” We break apart. “I mean it, Ramon. Anything. You only have to ask.”

  He nods, and says, “I’ll see you both back in Lexington. Have a goodnight,” as he walks out of the room.

  Sabrina is now back in my arms, the place that she was always meant to be.

  I pick her up and place her on the island in the middle of the kitchen, stepping between her spread legs. My hands automatically go to her stomach to cradle our child.

  Bending my head, I place a kiss right where our son kicks out. “I love you, buster,” I whisper to him.

  Raising my head to my woman, I see the unshed tears in her eyes.

  She threads her fingers through my hair.

  “You’re amazing, Lucien. And our baby is lucky to have you as his father.”

  Cradling her face in my hands, I tell her with my heart in my eyes, “You have given me everything I’ve ever wanted, and I love you so damn much.”

  “I love you too. Always, Lucien.”

  I catch her tears with my thumbs and gently kiss her. But gentle isn’t how Sabrina wants it. Her fingers grip my hair as she takes over the kiss. Her tongue slides against mine while her legs wrap around my waist. Her feet dig into my ass, pulling herself closer to my aching dick.

  The talking, for now, is over, but the lovin’ is just beginning.

  THE END

  Turn the page for Chapter One of Cherished,

  Ramon McKenzie’s story.

  WARNING

  Slight Male/Male confrontation.

  Chapter One

  Cherished #5

  Ramon

  Pacing back and forth in the hotel room, where I’m supposed to meet the contact Eric set up is grating on my damn nerves. The security at the site in Lexington is constantly on my mind, as well as wondering what the fuck I’m doing with Sylvia. And if that isn’t enough, I can’t stop thinking about Noah, which is annoying as hell.

  Sylvia is pushing for a lot more than I can give her right now, and it’s been seventeen months since I last saw Noah or heard from him. One day everything was fine, my birthday, and the next he’d disappeared. No explanation or anything for me, or his sister, Carla, who is now engaged to my brother, Sebastian.

  Right now, I feel as though everything is crashing around me. Nothing is going right at the site I’m managing, one thing after another and if something doesn’t happen before too long, I’m afraid someone is going to get killed working on there.

  None of us have ever had this problem before so it’s pissing me the fuck off now.

  Hearing a tap at the door, I check through the security hole and see a guy standing on the other side in jeans, shirt, fleece and a blue baseball hat covering his hair with his face averted as though he’s aware I’m watching.

  The guy bangs on the door for the second time.

  Taking the security lock off, I open the door wide and let him walk in.

  He stands with his back to me, but as he starts to turn the blood in my body turns to ice.

  No fuckin’ way!

  I feel the blood start to drain to my feet so I turn and drop into the chair to the side of the table that holds a lamp.

  No matter how many times I blink, he’s still standing before me looking just as shocked to see me, as I am, him.

  “Seventeen months,” I whisper.

  He shuffles back and falls onto his ass against the bed when his legs hit the side.

  In a nervous gesture, he turns his cap so it’s back to front and says, “I don’t know what to say.” He buries his head in his hands before he looks to me again. “I knew this job that Eric has set up was taking me back to Lexington. I’d planned on coming to find you. I need to explain, but I have no idea where to start.”

  “The beginning is usually a good place, although nothing will change the fact that you left without any explanation.”

  Where’s my anger when I need it?

  “We spent the fuckin’ night together celebrating my birthday. You bought two fuckin’ tickets,” I stand feeling my anger that’s now running through my blood, “to a Bruins game in Boston. There wasn’t any sign that you didn’t want to be with me.”

  It’s difficult to stay standing where I am but I don’t move towards him. I don’t know whether I want to punch the fuck out of him or fuck him senseless to show him what he’s missed not being with me.

  While my fists clench at my side, I watch as his eyes travel the length of me probably noticing the change in my appearance. I’ve always been muscular. All the McKenzies are, either with our job or through the gym. But I’ve changed since I was with Noah, in a good way. At least from my point of view I have. I’m more toned with a hardened jaw, which is more prominent now that my hair is close to my head. Gone is the soft touch Ramon with the over long dark hair, and in his place is someone who isn’t going to let Noah walk all over him again. He tore my heart to shreds. I’m not going to let him do that again.

  But I can’t help myself and really looking at him as Noah drops his head to rest in his hands with a slight shake to them, I realize these past months have obviously been hard on him for one reason or another.

  His face is raw as though he’s been through hell since he left. The dark hair he wears slightly long—like I used to do—is desperately in need of washing. What the hell has he been doing to look like he does? His green eyes are dull now where before they’d spark to life just looking at me.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave you.” He looks up at me with eyes pleading. “You’ve no idea how many times I’ve wanted to come back to you. How much I’ve missed you. Missed talking to you or just fuckin’ sitting watching the TV. I even bought another ticket and went to the Bruins game just for a glimpse of you because I’m broken without you. You took Ruben with you.”

  I seriously don’t know what to say to him and he’s confusing the hell out of me.

  “If what you say is the truth then why? Why did you walk out on me?” I drop back in the chair, all my anger having left and been replaced with a numbness.

  “I can’t explain now. I promise I will when I can.” Noah gets to his feet and, coming over to where I’m sitting, stands in front of me. “I’m coming back to Lexington with you and once I’ve seen Carla and made sure she’s as happy as a friend tells me she is then we’ll talk. Just give me a chance Ramon. Please. I can’t live my life without you in it anymore.”

  Shaking myself out of the haze of lust that came over me with his closeness—I’m eye level with the bulge behind his zipper—I jump to my feet causing Noah to take a step back.

  “I’ve had seventeen months to get you out of my head…and heart, so why the fuck would I let you back in when you’ve proved to me that you can’t be trusted?”

  Before, I can think he has me up against the door with his aroused and angry body flush with mine. “You aren’t listening to me as usual,” he hisses. “If I could have stayed with you, I would still be here. Let there be no mistake about that.”

  We’re both breathing heavily, our mouths mere inches apart, and there’s no mistaking the truth behind his words.

  “Why the fuck did you leave?” I whisper, wanting to shove him away, but desperate for answers.

  Instead, I find my hands sliding over his hips to his ass, bringing him closer still, our hard dicks pressed together through denim. He reaches up, fisting my hair, and brings his mouth so our lips are hovering close together.

  “If I’d stayed, you’d be dead.” I barely catch the words whispered in anguish as he closes the gap between us, sealing our mouths together in a kiss of lust, passion, hunger, and most of all, I feel as though I’m home.

  This can’t happen. Not now.

  Pushing him awa
y, I wipe my mouth when all I want to do is lick my lips, as I know from past experience his taste lingers. I can’t let him do this to me again, and what the fuck did he mean?

  “You need to either tell me what the hell you meant by that or leave. But either way I’m not doing this again with you. I have someone else,” I blurt out.

  His head whips around to stare at me. He’s trying to gauge whether or not I’m lying.

  “You’ve been with someone else?” he asks his fists clenched by his side.

  I nod unable to find the words to openly lie to him. I have been taking Sylvia out, and although she want’s more I haven’t slept with her. I can’t and the reason why I can’t is standing in front of me.

  “Fuck you,” he shouts. “I guess all your talk about love was bullshit. How fuckin’ long did it take after I left for you to be with someone else?”

  I don’t answer and avoid meeting his eyes.

  “Fuckin’ tell me,” he roars, getting in my face.

  I shove him back. “What the hell is your problem? Have you forgotten that you left me? You…Left…Me! For seventeen months without a word. Did you expect me to just pine away and wait for someone that I thought was never coming back? And you didn’t answer my question about ‘I’d have been dead if you’d stayed’.”

  “My problem is you fuckin’ someone else when I’ve stayed true to the man I thought I loved. Who I thought loved me, but I guess I was wrong. Well, I better make up for lost time,” he practically spits the words at me, he’s damn angry.

  Yanking the door open, he walks through, letting it bang behind him.

  What the fuck does he mean make up for lost time? Is he going to find someone to fuck?

  Over my dead fuckin body!

  I can’t get his words out of my head, that he hasn’t been with anyone since he walked away, like me, I keep telling myself I should be concentrating more on his comment about me being dead if he’d stayed.

  Turn the page to read

  Ramon’s birthday celebration

  Male/Male Explicit Content

  Ramon

  A Short Story

  Ramon’s Birthday

  RAMON. Walking into my apartment, I stop in my tracks when my gaze finds Noah sprawled out on the sofa. He has one leg bent along the cushion and the other leg hanging from the seat. His arm is in a relaxed position above his head while the other rests over his belly.

  Licking my lips while I continue watching my sexy guy, I notice his growing cock hidden by the deep red robe Noah is wearing. Asleep my ass!

  Swallowing, I clench my fists, resisting the urge to walk over to him. I want to do everything I’ve been thinking about doing today. After a shit day in the office, all I want is to unwind with Noah. To celebrate turning thirty.

  Normally, I’d have worked out of the site office, but my brothers had wanted me in the McKenzie offices today so that they could take me out for lunch and treat me to a few drinks. The lunch had been good, and I’d found it relaxing to spend time with them, but I’d felt as though something was missing, and when I walked into the apartment and seen Noah, I realized what or rather who had been missing.

  I never expected to fall for a guy, and fall big time I have. Up until I turned twenty-four, I’d denied my attraction to other men, and always chased skirts. But that had all changed after a very drunken encounter—one I’d rather forget, but always seemed to remember. I basically realized from that point forward that I wanted to be with other men. Every now and again, however, I’d get an itch for a woman, unlike Noah, who was one hundred percent gay, but ever since I met Noah, those itches aren’t like they were before.

  “You planning on standing there all night watching me sleep, birthday boy?” Noah asks.

  Noah grins at me, his smile welcoming. He stands from the sofa and drops the robe behind him. I bite back a groan at all of his naked glory that’s now on display as he starts to walk toward me.

  I grin. “Nope. But I’m ready for the only birthday present you can give me.”

  “And what’s that?” Noah asks, stroking his shaft.

  “You.”

  The blaze of heat I see in Noah’s eyes makes me react by yanking my shirt over my head as I slip my shoes off. Keeping my eyes on Noah, I unfasten my belt, button and zipper. Before I can get my pants down past my hips, Noah is on me.

  Noah’s hands slide into my shoulder length hair and pull me into his kiss. He locks my mouth against his as our teeth clash and tongues mate. Placing my hands on either side of Noah’s whisker covered cheeks, I deepen the kiss, needing more. Noah breaks from the kiss and caresses down my back with his arousing hands. He slips them into the back of my pants, shoving them down past my hips, which allows my hard-as-fuck dick freedom.

  Noah shudders as he cups my balls in his hand before he strokes up my cock. His hand squeezes my dick briefly before he rubs the pre-cum into the bulbous head, sending shards of pleasure to my balls.

  “Oh fuck. You’re going to make me come too soon,” I groan out.

  Noah laughs. “You’d get it up again the minute I touched you.”

  I smile. Noah with that statement has just acknowledged that he knows me well. I can keep going all night when I’m alone with Noah—orgasm after orgasm. Nothing has ever felt as good as it does when I’m with him.

  Pulling Noah back into me, I nearly come as our cocks slide together and our mouths meet. With Noah’s naked form pressing up against mine, and his scent all over me, I’m about ready to release. I’ve had thoughts of Noah in my head all day. I can even go as far as saying I’ve had a permanent hard-on wanting this man all day.

  Growling, deep in my throat, I wrap my arms around Noah who places his hands on my ass and squeezes as we rut against each other. Both leaking with excitement.

  Noah slips a hand between our bodies, and wrapping his hand around both cocks, starts to jack us off. The closer we get to climax the more erratic our breathing is.

  Nipping around Noah’s lips, I bite the tender flesh softly as I move down his strong masculine jaw toward his ear—Noah’s trigger spot. We’re seconds away from coming when I clamp my teeth around Noah’s lobe and he slides a finger in the crease between my buttocks, pressing on the rosette. We shout into each other’s mouth as we come hard. Our cum mixes and coats our stomachs, cocks and Noah’s hand.

  That had blown my mind, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk. The orgasm has taken everything out of me. By the look of things, Noah is in the same condition.

  “Shower,” I pant, a slow smile spreading across my lips.

  NOAH. I’m standing facing the wall with my arms stretched over my head, my hands resting against the wall and my legs wide open while gritting my teeth against the unbearable passion I feel for the man kneeling behind me. The hot water beats down over us, but all I can concentrate on is Ramon cleaning the calf of my right leg. I hope Ramon plans on moving further north.

  Ramon has the most talented hands I’ve ever experienced on my body and, right now, they are moving in the right direction—to my aching balls and throbbing cock. I’d never come as hard or for as long before I met Ramon, but it’s more than the hottest sex that’s making me stay with him. I love his sense of humor, when he chooses to use it, and he’s brilliant at solving problems. We can talk for hours about music, films, books and even sports with us both supporting the Bruins hockey team.

  I catch my breath as Ramon finally strokes me where I need his touch. My legs quiver as he spreads my ass cheeks and kisses me right on my puckered hole. Groaning, I try to keep still as Ramon’s fingers stroke between my legs before he cups my balls in his hand. I’m going to come before my cock receives any stimulation—so close…

  “Fist your cock.”

  I don’t need him telling me twice as I wrap my hand around my shaft and start a shallow back and forth motion. I close my eyes, loving the feeling of my hand but it doesn’t compare to Ramon—I nearly lose it when I feel him spread me open with his fingers and press his
tongue against me.

  “Oh God, Ramon… I can’t hold on.”

  “Shush… Don’t come yet. I want my finger in you first.”

  My legs are about to drop me to the floor of the shower.

  I press down hard on the base of my dick and breathe deeply as Ramon slowly inserts a finger into my ass. His finger sinks deeper, and I nearly lose it when he rubs against my prostrate.

  The tingling starts in the base of my spine as he keeps stroking over my sweet spot. I can’t hold on any longer.

  “Harder…Ramon, harder.”

  Ramon doesn’t say anything, just slides two fingers inside me and fucks me.

  If my balls pull up any tighter they’d disappear. Grabbing my cock again, I start to fist myself. Back and forth. Back and forth. As tension builds in my body, Ramon slows his movements until his fingers press against my prostrate again. Gritting my teeth to hold on, I almost roar in ecstasy as he strokes against it. I release all over the shower wall and my hand.

  Ramon gently pull out of my ass, washes his hands with the foam soap before he turns me around and watches as I give in and slither to the shower floor. Grinning, he settles between my legs and leans in to suck my cock into his mouth.

  I pull Ramon’s head away. “It’s your birthday. I want to give you your birthday present.”

  He grins with his cock sticking out from his body. “Oh yeah. I’m not going to complain.”

  Before Ramon can say anything else, I’ve changed position and have him sitting on the shower floor with his legs spread.

  I caress up his thighs, unable to move my eyes from his weeping cock. It stands long, thick and proud reaching toward his navel. So damn long. I love this part of our sexual relationship because Ramon’s cock is beautiful. I’ve been with some guys whose dicks did nothing for me, but Ramon’s is deliciously thick and elegant, which has my own rising again.

  “We need a bed,” I groan, eager to have him completely open to my eyes.

  Holding my hand out to Ramon, he takes hold and allows me to haul him to his feet before we quickly dry off.