by Jayne Rylon
That hadn’t changed, at least.
When he’d buried a significant portion of his shaft, he paused.
“No.” Alanso bucked beneath him. “You’ll give me everything or nothing at all.”
“Jesus. Crazy Cuban. I’m just giving you a chance to adjust.” Eli gritted his teeth to keep from riding like he yearned to.
“Ever notice patience is not my strong suit?” Alanso shoved against the bed. He thrust himself up over Eli’s cock until they met abdomen to ass. Not a single molecule of air separated them.
Eli prayed he wouldn’t embarrass himself by shooting before he’d even begun to really fuck. He thought about the model number of the new spark plugs he had to order tomorrow, and tried to figure up the total cost to distract himself from the pulsing of Alanso’s fist-tight flesh.
The tang of iron made him realize he’d bitten his tongue again too.
Under control, barely, he reprimanded Alanso for nearly stealing his thunder. “If you do that again, I’ll make you wait a year before I fuck you next. I’d like to give you a proper ride, if you don’t mind. Don’t fucking sabotage me.”
“Fancy shit later.” Alanso moaned when Eli withdrew then slammed deep.
“You’re that close, are you?” Eli grinned when he recognized the burn of impending orgasm in his friend’s tone, the set of his jaw and the dazed quality to his stare.
“Estoy en el borde. Date prisa.”
“No fucking idea what you’re saying, but you sound sexy as hell.” Eli dropped down to nip Alanso’s lip.
Al turned his head and whimpered when Eli began to ply his mouth with tender kisses, even as his hips alternated liquid glides with pounding strokes. He tried to make it good, but primal instinct led him to mix a claim with his promises.
“I’m not coming without you, Alanso.” Eli spoke low and firm. “We’re in this together.”
“Can’t, Cobra.” He pounded the mattress. “Hurts so good. Need more.”
“I said let go.” Eli refused to relent.
Alanso shivered beneath him now, in ecstasy and maybe some pain from the intensity of their sharing. Refusing to be denied, Eli rolled to his side. He tipped Alanso with him, still joined. His hand roamed down the solid slab of his friend’s chest, pausing to tug on the piercings that decorated his nipples.
Alanso shouted Eli’s name.
“What do you want, amigo?” He walked his hand lower, all the while still plowing into Alanso from behind. The flex of his abs began to burn at the awkward angle and he knew he couldn’t keep it up forever. Luckily, neither of them would need very long. “This?”
His fingers closed around Alanso’s cock. The moment they did, the smaller man howled. He fucked forward into Eli’s fist. His ass grew tighter, practically strangling Eli’s cock.
“Yes. Yes,” Eli chanted. “Come for me. Let me watch you shoot while I’m fucking buried in you. Deep as I can get.”
He aimed the head of Alanso’s cock at the man’s tattoo-covered chest. He wanted proof that his lover enjoyed their fucking as much, or more, than he did. And Al didn’t disappoint.
Alanso roared Eli’s name.
He stiffened in Cobra’s arms until he might have shattered.
And then he did. His ass locked over Eli’s erection and the first jet of come launched from his cock. Instead of the target Eli had intended—his pecs—he overshot the landing pad, spraying Eli on the chin and across his smile.
Alanso stared at him with wide eyes as he spasmed, adding to the mess on Eli’s lips.
Making sure neither of them would ever forget this moment or how fully he pledged himself to the man coming apart in his arms, Eli opened his mouth. He swiped a droplet from the corner of his lips with his tongue and ingested the silky substance.
The taste of Alanso, and the utter devotion in the man’s stare, combined to trigger his own orgasm. He crushed his mouth over Alanso’s as best he could given the angle. Somehow they made it work. They were meant to fit together.
Their tongues parried as Eli filled Alanso’s ass with gush after gush of come.
And still Alanso’s cock jerked, as if the pleasure Eli pumped into him enhanced his lingering climax. He shook and cursed until fluid dribbled from his sated cock, as though it wished it had more to pump out.
Insatiable, Eli speared into the steaming, now sloppy paradise he claimed a few more times, until all of his strength leeched away along with doubt, fear and delays.
This is what he’d been made for.
“Cobra,” Alanso whispered.
“Yeah?” He shivered when their positions and his softening cock meant he slipped free of Alanso’s body sooner than he would have liked.
“That was…everything.” His respiration remained uneven and labored.
“For me too.” Eli traced the streaks of come on Alanso’s ripped abdomen. He smeared them over the ridges and valleys of muscle there before lifting his fingers to his friend’s lips. The smaller man didn’t hesitate before taking them into his mouth and suckling them like a pacifier.
“This is the beginning, Alanso. Another start,” Eli whispered against his lover’s neck, just below the small spacer in his earlobe. “I promise you, no matter where the road leads from here, we’ll drive it together. I will never leave you.”
“Hot Rods for life.” Alanso nodded and smiled, a little shy and a lot hopeful.
“Hell yeah,” Eli agreed.
Just then Pitbull’s “Secret Admirer” warred with AC/DC’s “Dirty Deeds” as Cobra and Alanso got synchronized texts.
“Sally!” Alanso cried out. “Not bad news. Not now.”
“No.” Eli refused to believe that. Especially when he knew her so well. “She’s really fucking early. She had to have set a speeding record in at least one of those states. Driving like a bat out of hell.”
He reached across Alanso to retrieve his phone and punch in a response to Joe’s note telling them to stand down and wait. The crew had Eli and Alanso’s girl. It was going to be a long two weeks before they gave her back.
At least Cobra had Alanso to help him relax.
“Tell Joe to go ahead and spank her after all.” Alanso’s eyes drifted shut as relief mingled with exhaustion.
It’d been one hell of a day for them all.
As sunlight spilled into their nest, Eli smiled and burrowed close to his right-hand man. “I’ll save that for us. All of us. When she comes home. We’ll be ready and waiting.”
“I do love you, cabrón.” Alanso smirked without opening his eyes.
“Then shut up and let me sleep.” Eli didn’t have to wait more than ten seconds before light snores lulled him into dreamland. When Alanso snuffled and snugged closer, he knew the other man understood, if not heard, his drowsy whisper, “I love you too. I always have.”
About the Author
Jayne Rylon is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She received the 2011 Romantic Times Reviewer Choice Award for Best Indie Erotic Romance. Her stories usually begin as a daydream in an endless business meeting. Writing acts as a creative counterpoint to her straight-laced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband, who both inspires her fantasies and supports her careers. When she can escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky and, of course, read.
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Nice and Naughty
Play Doctor
Dream Machine
Healing Touch
Men In Blue
Night is Darkest
Razor’s Edge
Mistress’s Master
Powertools
Kate’s Crew
Morgan’s Surprise
Kayla’s Gifts
Devon’s Pair
Nailed to the Wall
Hammer It Home
Compass Brothers
(Written with Mari Carr)
Northern Exposure
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Eastern Ambitions
Western Ties
Compass Girls
(Written with Mari Carr)
Winter’s Thaw
Two to Tango
Where There’s Smoke
Print Anthologies
Three’s Company
Love’s Compass
Powertools
Love Under Construction
Two to Tango
Coming Soon:
Compass Girls
(Written with Mari Carr)
Hope Springs
Sizzlin’ Summer
Falling Softly
Hot Rods
Mustang Sally
Super Nova
Rebel On The Run
Swinger Style
Barracuda’s Heart
Men in Blue
Spread Your Wings
Play Doctor
Developing Desire
When times get tough, the tough stage one scorching-hot intervention.
Hammer It Home
© 2012 Jayne Rylon
Powertools, Book 6
Morgan is happy that her best friend Kate is expecting the crew’s littlest member, but helping renovate a room for a nursery is more than she can bear. Baby furniture and pastel paint are a painful reminder that she and Joe can’t—and will never—conceive. There’s no hiding it from the rest of the close-knit crew, either.
True to their unique brand of love, the gang rallies to find a non-traditional solution to alleviate their friends’ suffering. Not with a cold, clinical visit to a sperm donation clinic, but delivering it the old-fashioned way. With a healthy dose of searing passion.
But soon after Morgan’s scorching hot night with her husband’s four best friends, an accident threatens the life of one of those men. The challenges that lie ahead will test the crew’s powerful bond to the limit—and their long-standing promise to take care of each other through good, bad, and sexy times. Whatever it takes…
Warning: Not everything in life turns out as planned, but with love all odds are surmountable. Especially when those odds include five hot construction workers on your side. Contains m/m/f group ménage scenes.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Hammer It Home:
She expected Joe to take the fork to the right, which led to the private cabin where their friends lived and most of the crew’s interludes took place. Instead, he veered left. Toward the cute bungalows the crew had recently expanded on in response to the initial success of Kay’s venture.
Several of them hadn’t even opened to guests yet.
Morgan didn’t ask where they were going. She trusted Joe to take her where she needed to be. As long as he was by her side, it didn’t much matter where they ended up. Good thing her faith in him thrived. The truck slowed in the middle of nowhere until they rolled to a stop in the center of the rustic road.
When he removed a strip of black silk from his back pocket, she knew what he expected. Her lashes rested against her cheeks as she closed her eyes, leaning toward her husband.
“Sweet girl.” He fastened the fabric around her head tight enough that she couldn’t peek even if she’d tried to open her eyes, yet loose enough to be comfortable.
“For now.” The hint of naughty she added to her response had the desired effect.
Joe’s voice turned husky. “I like you spicy too.”
The anticipated kiss she craved never arrived. The truck started off down the road. She threw her hand out, searching for the handle on the door or the edge of the seat. Joe’s fingers landed high on her thigh. “I’ve got you.”
“I know.”
“Almost there.” He crooned to her in soft, steady murmurs, never letting her forget he sat by her side. “I see lights now. And there’s the crew. They’re waiting for you.”
“For us.”
“True, for us.” After a quick squeeze, his hand abandoned her leg long enough to unfasten her seatbelt. “Go with Dave. I’m right behind you.”
Before she could respond, the truck door opened. Huge hands engulfed her waist. She floated into their grasp. “You look really nice tonight, Morgan.”
Thank goodness she hadn’t worn a dress with a short skirt or she’d be flashing her butt to the entire forest. Not that the eight people she couldn’t see but knew were there hadn’t gotten an eyeful of every inch of her already. Soon they’d be doing a whole lot more than looking too.
Dave’s boots thudded on what sounded like wooden treads as they ascended together. The new buildings had adorable porches complete with swings. That must be where they were. She hadn’t observed the progress personally, though Joe had told her the crew had decided to take a couple weeks off before starting their next project to help Kay out.
Someone cursed softly. A subtle creak made her sure they’d opened a door for her and Dave. “So sexy, Morgan.”
“Thank you, James.”
“I’m going to set you down.” Dave murmured to her as he lowered her feet to the floor. He braced her shoulders. Scuffles and whispers surrounded her as her friends all assembled as they saw fit. “Joe’s got you now.”
The big man’s hand swapped out for her husband’s familiar grasp. Dotted kisses at her temple had her sighing while he worked the knot on her blindfold loose. A steady white noise piqued her curiosity. What could that be? “Tonight is special. For all of us. We wanted you to know how much. Live in the moment, Mo. Take what we’re giving.”
He whipped the silk from her, letting it slither to the floor unnoticed.
Blinking against the sudden light, she tried to focus. When she did, a sheen of tears immediately turned the flickering candles into glittering sparkles, dazzling her. She reached out. Joe held one hand while Dave collected the other.
“You did all this for me?” The whisper cut through the hush of her eight best friends, who awaited her reaction. Behind the naked, oiled men who stood shoulder to shoulder and their wives—adorned in gossamer togas that hid the bare essentials, proclaiming their intent to sit the festivities out—sheer panels of iridescent fabric draped from exposed wooden rafters.
Zillions of tiny clear lights, like the ones hugging their tree at Christmas, hung behind the soft falls. She felt as though she’d taken up residence in an enchanted snow globe, or maybe a cloud way, way out in some ethereal paradise on the edge of the universe. Romance blossomed in every nook and cranny of the space. Pale silk flowers, warm vanilla candles on wrought-iron stands and the largest canopied bed she’d ever seen were just a few of the details bombarding her senses.
“We did it for both you and Joe.” Kate smiled from her post with a fluffy white towel draped over her forearm. What the heck?
The guys stepped aside, chiseled bodies parting like a fleshy curtain at a beefcake ballet. Behind them, a waterfall trickled from what could have been a loft. A rivulet bounced next to vines that looked as real as the ones Kayla had cultivated in the gardens outside. Maybe they were.
Splashes drew her eye from expertly crafted faux stone to faux stone until droplets rained into an elaborate whirlpool fashioned from river rock on the outside and something natural yet smooth-looking in the basin. A gradual slope led up to the dais supporting the magical indoor pond. Lush greenery surrounded the pool. She suspected the window on the other side would grant glorious views of the lake if it were daytime.
A fireplace made from the same cut stone chased away any chill emanating from the glass.
“Whoa.” Nothing more elaborate formed in her mind.
Awestruck, she allowed Joe to manipulate her, stripping her sweater over her head and freeing her from her lacey bra before she’d recovered. Next he slid her skirt from her hips, then lifted her from the puddle of gorgeous fabric. He swiped her shoes from her feet and patted her bare butt. No need to remove underwear. She hadn’t bothered with panties.
“Nice touch, Mo.”
She grinned over her shoulder at her husband. “Glad you approve.”
“Now run
along and play.” A gentle shove inspired her to put one foot in front of the other, heading in the direction of the crew.
When you’re down on the farm, things are bound to get dirty!
Carnal Compromise
© 2011 Robin L. Rotham
Joe Remke has just one qualification for his lovers—he wants them gone before sunrise, which makes his new bunkmate AJ about as safe as a woman can be around him. It also makes his determination to sleep with his boss downright stupid, because if Brent ever gives in, he’ll be looking for a new job.
Ladies’ man Brent Andersen knows sex with his right-hand man Joe is inevitable, but he’s not going down without a fight. Putting the new female hired hand in their cramped RV was a stroke of genius, taking the heat off him while protecting her from the horny guys on his custom farming crew.
AJ Pender’s hard-bodied roomies may hide their feelings for each other from the rest of the crew, but they aren’t fooling her—Brent and Joe are hot for each other, and it’s all she can do not to cry at the thought. If they ever found out she fantasizes about being the meat in their farmer sandwich, they’d probably die laughing.
Fortunately for Brent and Joe, fantasies have a way of revealing themselves and AJ’s are right up their alley. But even threesomes have their risks, and AJ can serve as a buffer for only so long before the tension between them explodes.
Warning: Flying BOBs ahead—and that’s just the warm-up! Strap yourself in for a wild ride complete with ménage, m/m, and a voyeuristic f/f scene hot enough to make three grown men beg for mercy.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Carnal Compromise:
“She’s giving me that starved puppy look again.”
Joe’s murmur made Brent look up from his laptop. They sat across from each other at the dinette, and if his back weren’t to AJ, he might have checked her out covertly. But he didn’t really need to—she’d directed a similar look his way several times in the last few weeks.