Secret Cravings

by Sara York

  They came together, their bodies up against each other. Amy pressed her rounded breasts against Nichole’s small tits, then dug her fingers into Nichole’s ass, tilting her hips forward. The lacy thong brushed over Nichole’s mound, setting off a firestorm of desire that left her dripping with her own juices.

  “Fuck, I want to taste you,” Amy said.

  “Yes,” Nichole hissed.

  Amy dropped to her knees and spread Nichole’s legs. She feathered her fingers over Nichole’s labia before Amy speared her tongue between them, searching out Nichole’s clit, finally striking true, almost bringing Nichole to her knees. Amy licked and nipped until Nichole shouted her name as the orgasm ripped through her.

  She was still shaking with spent desire when Amy pushed her into the shower and turned the water on. Amy bathed Nichole, washing her hair and smoothing the soapy washrag over Nichole’s body. After she’d turned off the water, Amy wrapped Nichole in a thick terry towel and led her back into the bedroom. They cuddled under the sheets and kissed, touching each other as they murmured passion-filled words of want and need.

  Nichole opened herself to emotion, feeling Amy, allowing her past her tough exterior. “That was amazing,” Nichole said after her third orgasm.

  “You’re amazing. I don’t want tonight to be just a one-night stand.”

  “Neither do I,” Nichole said, surprising herself.

  “What does that mean?” Amy asked.

  “I don’t know. I was in a relationship before. I don’t know if I can stand being dumped again.”

  Amy lifted up on one elbow, staring down at Nichole. “I was dumped a few years ago and haven’t had one relationship since then. I’m afraid too.”

  “So what do we do?” Nichole asked.

  “Let’s take it slow. There is no need to rush anything. I’m happy with my life right now and I just signed a lease on my place so I can’t move for a while.”

  “Yeah, I just signed the lease here not too long ago.”

  “How about this,” Amy said, as she traced a lazy path with her fingers over Nichole’s collarbone and shoulder. “Let’s just hang out and have fun.”

  “I don’t think I could stand it if we were together and you were with someone else.”

  “So we’ll be exclusive. No one else.”

  Nichole pulled Amy down for a kiss, happy that they had that settled. They might not be together forever, but she was happy with this.

  * * * *

  Luke read the email three times and still couldn’t wrap his head around the words. He’d been offered a part in a huge evening drama, but the kicker was that he’d have to move to California. He closed his eyes, wondering if Bryan would go for it. They’d been together for only a few days if he didn’t count those few dates they’d shared with Nichole.

  Fuck, a move this early in a relationship could throw them off track, but he wanted this part. He’d been trying to break into acting, knowing that with modelling he had a much shorter shelf life. Sure, he was still hot, and he looked great, but once he hit a certain age he wouldn’t draw any income. His prospects would be few and far between.

  The elevator dinged and swished open. Bryan stepped out. Luke’s heart sped up and his lungs stopped working, leaving him feeling dizzy.

  “Hey, babe, I’m home,” Bryan hollered from the main room.

  Luke stood from the couch, placing his laptop on the coffee table. He stared at Bryan, fearing his reaction to the move. He wouldn’t have to be in LA until after his model shoot next week, and they would work around his filming schedule, but the move would need to take place sooner rather than later.

  “Luke, what’s wrong?”

  Luke swallowed past the lump in his throat. How could he explain what he wanted, and would Bryan go for it?

  “Babe, you’re scaring me. You look like a ghost. What’s wrong?”

  “I got a p-part in a show.”

  “Hey, that’s great.”

  “It’s in LA.” Luke’s voice shook as he spoke.

  “LA?” Bryan’s face fell and he closed his eyes. This was exactly what Luke had feared. He couldn’t stand to lose Bryan.

  “I won’t take it,” Luke spat out.

  “Oh, hell no. You will take it, because you deserve to be recognised for your acting too.”

  “But I can’t lose you,” Luke cried. He swallowed again, trying to calm his fears. “Move with me. Please. I need you.”

  Bryan didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He just stared at Luke, his mouth hanging open. “Seriously, you want me to move to LA with you?”

  “Yes. Please, I can’t do this without you. I need your stability, your wisdom and your love.”

  Bryan took a step closer to him, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “Do you love me?”

  Luke’s lips stretched into a smile and he nodded. “Oh, God. Yes, Bryan, I love you so much. Please move to LA with me. We may be there a year, maybe two or more, I don’t know, but please find some way to be with me.”

  “I love you.” Bryan closed the distance between them, pulling Luke into a rough kiss, pushing him down onto the couch, tugging at his shirt. Bryan pulled back. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”

  “Thank you.” Luke smiled and kicked off his shoes. They undressed between kisses, Luke glad that Bryan had agreed to move with him. He couldn’t believe that he’d found a man to share his life with, someone who loved him and cared for him. Someone who would go to the ends of the earth—otherwise known as LA—just to be with him.

  “Bryan, I love you so much. I’m glad I found you.”

  “I think I’m the lucky one here. You’re my everything.”

  They made love, then held each other tightly well into the night as they made plans to change their lives and move to LA together.

  Epilogue

  The night before Luke took off for his photo shoot and Bryan left for LA to find a house for them, Bryan and Luke had dinner at a cosy restaurant near Bryan’s old place. They’d packed everything yesterday, and had to make one last trip over there to turn in the key and say goodbye to his landlord. Bryan felt at peace about the move and their relationship.

  “I can’t wait to get back to you.” Luke stared out of the window of the restaurant, then turned to Bryan as he finished speaking.

  “I know.”

  “I don’t want to leave you. I’m… I don’t know, I feel like we’ve come so far and I’m afraid.”

  Bryan knew what Luke was talking about. He was afraid Luke would go over to this modelling gig and find someone much better-looking. Voicing his fears felt petty, but they needed to talk through this. They loved each other, but everything was so new.

  Bryan swallowed and ducked his head, hoping Luke would understand his fears. “I’m afraid you’ll go overseas and find someone beautiful to be with.”

  Luke was silent. They sat still for more than a minute and Bryan wondered if Luke understood his fears. Finally, Luke touched his chin and forced Bryan to look at him.

  “Honey, I’ve played that game too many times, and it leads to emptiness. I’m sick of it. I don’t want to be just another piece of meat. You’ve treated me like a prince this last week. Do you know how good I feel about myself now? I mean, hell, you’re moving to LA with me.”

  “I’m glad. You’re a wonderful man,” Bryan said.

  “I’ve done enough bad stuff for people to think the worst of me,” Luke said.

  “I’m no angel either.”

  “No, but I love you,” Luke said.

  “Babe, I love you too.” Bryan got up from his chair across the table from Luke and moved next to the other man. He hung his arm over the back of Luke’s chair and leaned in close, whispering in his ear, “I’m all yours. Every part of me belongs to you.”

  “Next week, while I’m gone and you’re searching for a new house, I’ll be thinking only of you. I won’t find anyone else who is as good as you are to me. You’re special, and my all.”

  Luke felt ten years younger since
being with Bryan. Other people had said they loved him but they’d only wanted a piece of his celebrity. Bryan wanted him.

  They left the restaurant and walked hand in hand to Bryan’s apartment, where they’d left the car. Luke was still wearing his ball cap and sunglasses to hide his identity. It wouldn’t benefit either of them to be hounded about who he was. Bryan didn’t need the pressure of the press, and he didn’t need to show off his lover yet. Part of him wanted to keep it secret—not that he was ashamed of Bryan, but he hated the way celebrity consumed everything and twisted it into something ugly. The press not knowing that he had a lover was a good thing.

  When Luke heard his name called, he didn’t even miss a step. He ignored the intrusion, but the desire to turn around rose with each passing second. The person called out to him again, then he heard the clicking sound of heels on pavement, coming at them fast. God, he was going to have to turn around or risk being tackled. He dropped Bryan’s hand and spun around.

  Nichole was only five feet away and wasn’t slowing. She jumped into his arms and kissed his cheeks. After a minute he prised her off his body. He looked over and saw Bryan laughing.

  “Nichole, what’s up?” Bryan asked.

  “I’m glad I ran into you two. I’m so happy! I’ve found someone. Her name is Amy.” Nichole looked great, her eyes shining with delight. “So would you two like to go out this weekend and meet her?”

  “Um, we’re actually moving to LA,” Luke said.

  Nichole took a step back and looked at them strangely. “You’re moving? When?”

  “Tomorrow morning,” Bryan said.

  “I can’t believe you’re moving. Why didn’t you call me?”

  “I don’t know. We’ve kind of been busy,” Bryan said.

  “Wait, are you two in love?” Nichole asked.

  Luke wrapped his arms around Bryan and kissed his cheek. “Yeah, we are.”

  “That’s so sweet. I’m so happy for you both, but I’m not pleased that you didn’t call me.”

  “Next time we’re back in town we’ll have to get together,” Luke said.

  “You bet. I’m sure you’d both like Amy. She’s very nice.”

  “So, are you two living together?” Luke asked.

  “No, just seeing each other, not living together,” Nichole said.

  Bryan was happy for Nichole, glad that she’d found someone. He and Luke could never have been what she needed. They were a couple, and they would never bring anyone else into their relationship.

  “Nichole, you deserve the stability of a good relationship. I’m glad you found someone to give you that.” Luke wrapped his arms around Nichole and hugged her.

  She squeezed Luke’s waist, then hugged Bryan and skipped off down the walkway after making them promise to keep in touch. Luke wrapped his arms around Bryan, leaning his head on Bryan’s shoulder. “We’re perfect together.”

  “We are.” Bryan sighed as he hugged Luke close. “She wasn’t right for us, but I’m glad she was there in the beginning.”

  “How so?” Luke asked.

  “I don’t think I would have been brave enough to be with a guy without a girl present in the beginning.”

  “Really?”

  “I love you more than I ever thought I could love another, and I’m glad we’re moving to California. I don’t know why, but I think I’ll feel more accepted out there. Yeah, I was chicken.”

  “You’re not a chicken,” Luke laughed.

  “I’m not brave, but you make me complete.”

  Luke pulled Bryan into a kiss that stole his breath, making him happy that he’d taken this step and trusted Luke—his man, his lover, and his life.

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  Miami Sizzle

  Sara York

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  Chuck Pinkerton stepped out of the low-slung orange Lamborghini Aventador. He took two steps and fell flat on his face, twisting his arm and bloodying his nose. Pain ricocheted around his body, making him angry that he’d fallen over again.

  “Seriously?” he groaned aloud. He couldn’t even look cool driving the hottest car known to man. Supporting his weight on his uninjured right arm, he crawled to his knees, then to his feet, wiping his hands down the front of his jacket. Crap, dog shit?

  “Hey, Chuckie, thanks for washing my— Damn, what’s that smell?” David Wright the Third—or Trip, as he liked to be called—asked as he slid into his car. Trip looked him up and down, his lips curled into a snarl and he waved his hands in front of his face. “Hell, that’s three times this week you’ve ended up on your ass. Did some voodoo lady put a curse on you?” Trip rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut. He zoomed off, spraying gravel against Chuck’s legs.

  The world wasn’t fair. Why the hell did Trip get the car, the job, the great clothes and all the fame? The only thing Trip had that Chuck didn’t want was… Hell, Trip had everything and Chuck had nothing—except for a possible curse.

  He shivered over the memory of the woman at the bus stop last week. He’d run into her, knocking her bag of apples to the ground. He’d tried to help her pick them up but he’d had a hard time grasping the fruit because they’d been wet from the rain. He’d almost knocked her other grocery bag out of her hand as he’d moved around her. Then her eyes had gone round and she’d started yelling in some language he hadn’t understood—not Spanish either, because he knew what Spanish sounded like and this hadn’t been it. She’d pulled a dead chicken from a plastic grocery bag and held it up as he’d gathered the apples, dropping a few of them over and over again. She’d shaken the bird at him, waving the bags in her other hand—it only could have been worse if the chicken had been dripping blood, but it hadn’t been. Still, he’d cringed away from the scary chicken hanging from her hands and tripped, falling on his ass in a puddle of muddy water, ruining his cell phone—his new cell phone. She’d cackled and chanted more words above him, giving him the evil eye and scaring the shit out of him.

  That was when all the bad luck had started. Okay, so he’d had some bad luck before then, but his life had gone downhill fast after he’d met the strange chicken lady.

  When he’d arrived at Trip’s after that, the man had railed at him for twenty minutes. He’d been so embarrassed, wishing he could hide. Of course, he’d lusted after Trip in the beginning but episodes like this, when Trip made fun of him, had caused that lust to dry up to the point where there was very little attraction left. Maybe if Trip apologised and treated him to a nice dinner… But who was he kidding? He wasn’t Trip’s type.

  Six months ago, when the bastard had hired him as a personal assistant, he would have done anything for Trip. At first, he’d thought the job would be cool. Of course, this wasn’t the dream job he’d thought it would be when he’d first moved to Miami. No, being Trip’s errand boy sucked.

  Miami was amazing and Chuck had had high hopes before he’d moved here. Hell, who couldn’t win in the city with the freaking hottest beach in the world? Of course, he knew the answer to that question—it was none other than himself, Chuckie Pinkerton. That was who.

  The beaches were overflowing with hot men. The gyms and restaurants were teeming with the beautiful people of South Beach, but none of them gave a damn about good ol’ Chuckie.

  He’d grown up in Fenton, Missouri, just miles away from his favourite baseball team, sneaking down to the park every chance he got to watch. Of course, he’d dreamt of being a player, but he had two left feet and that was on his lucky days. The Cardinals were his team, his heroes, and he would have done anything to watch them. Too bad he hadn’t been able to get a decent job in Missouri. He’d tried, but the job market had sucked, and he’d wanted to be more than a fry cook. He’d wanted a good job where people would respect him.

  Chuck sighed as he took off his sports jacket. Trip certainly didn’t respect him and neither did any of the people Trip dealt with. Living in Missouri had been good. He’d dated a few guys back home,
but guys from Miami weren’t impressed with his down home looks or his manners. He’d been spat on twice when he’d tried to pick up one of the cute boys down by the beach. The gay scene was rough and after a week of trying he’d given it all up for sipping gin in his crap apartment while watching game shows and reality TV.

  The heat was the worst. Sweat beaded on his body every time he went outside, leaving his clothes damp and his balls wet—and not the type of wet he wanted.

  Chuck looked at the mess of his jacket and turned it in on itself, hiding the smear of crap on the front. No way would he be attracting any hot guys today. There was work to be done and most of it was back at Trip’s house. The guy was a slob and he had a maid, but Chuck had to go in and tidy away the business papers before the maid came in to clean.

  It was September and the Cardinals were in the playoffs. The last thing he wanted to be doing was cleaning up Trip’s place while the game was on. A cold beer and a Totino’s pizza had his name on them. Of course, he would lie to his mom about what he was eating next time she called—not because she would worry, but because she would make fun of his food choices. Chuck’s moving to Miami had pissed his mama off. She’d told him he’d never make it in the big city and everything she’d warned him would happen had come to pass.

  Chuck warily made his way to the bus stop to catch a bus that would take him near Trip’s house. He glanced around nervously, searching for any old ladies carrying dead chickens. Of course, Trip hadn’t cared that Chuck would be left without a ride in downtown Miami in the middle of the day. He hadn’t given a shit that Chuck still had two hours of clean-up to do at Trip’s house before he could go home for the evening. Trip had made a mess of his office, pulling all of the files out and spreading them throughout the room before informing Chuck that the maid had taken a few personal days and he would need to clean the kitchen too. Hell, Trip only cared about himself, and it showed by the way he lived and the cars he drove. An Aventador? He could have bought four homes in Fenton for the cost of that car—nice homes, too.