Slice Of Life 2016

by Jessie G

  There was some more fumbling and then two voices screamed, “We set a date!”

  It took Red a second to connect all the Malone pieces and then he was grinning at Bull. “Oh, Jon, Ty and Chase are getting married. Isn’t that wonderful?”

  “I always knew you were the brains of that operation, Red.” Ty’s teasing voice came back on the line. “We thought you’d like to know. Now have a great time in NOLA and hit us up when you get back for the deets.”

  “Ty! Wait, at least tell us the date!” Red begged, but all they got was dead air. “He won’t answer if we call back, will he?”

  Bull slipped the phone in his pocket and turned them Southwest toward St. Peter Street. “Doubtful.”

  “Did you suspect? I mean, Florida finally started printing birth certificates to include same-sex parents back in May, and that was the last hurdle they were waiting for.” Red looked around as they continued past St. Peter. “Where are we going, anyway?”

  “Back to the hotel to celebrate,” Bull said with a smirk. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be out on the street when everyone realizes Jessie dropped that bomb without giving a date. Do you?”

  Red laughed as they hustled the three blocks to their hotel. He didn’t know what he expected when they hatched this plan, but another wedding in their growing family was a great surprise.

  In Their Reason, I very briefly mention that while Florida had ruled the ban on gay adoption unconstitutional (2008) and adoptions were going through, there was still verbiage on the books that could create a loophole should someone try appeal. In recent months (2016), we’ve not only seen that cleaned up, but the state is finally issuing birth certificates to include same-sex parents. Why is this important? Prior to these updated documents, children of same-sex couples were issued birth certificates that read “mother unmarried, father unknown.” The ramifications are horrendous and that it took eight years after the initial ruling to actual put this last piece of the puzzle into effect is an even greater crime.

  This is just another example of why the fight didn’t end with the Supreme Court ruling or any of those more regional rulings. While Florida may have finally got it right on family recognition, it is still legal throughout the state to fire someone or deny them access to housing or accommodations because of their sexual orientation. While there are more localized non-discrimination protections in place, as well as major corporations providing the same, 47% of Floridians live in a place that doesn’t protect them. That’s just one state. Do you know what’s happening in yours?

  August 2016

  When the moon hits your eye…that’s amore! Hosted by Molly Lolly

  One of the questions I get asked the most is if there’s been/will be a book about Ty & Chase’s best friends. The truth is, Clay and his boys were never supposed to be real characters (is that an oxymoron?). They were my test characters and their story is one I used to play with theories and ideas for my fictional BDSM world. So even I was surprised when they appeared on the page in Tricking Chase. But once there, I knew they and their club belonged in Devils Pride.

  I had a brief, if totally unrealistic idea that they would remain secondary characters in that series, with their club as staple location in future books. You all quickly disabused me of that notion and with every request for their story, I became more invested in telling it. My goal for their book is early 2017, but that’s not set in stone. Either way, they were the perfect triad for Romance Awareness Month.

  Enjoy!

  “Sir?” Clay looked up from his paperwork and smiled at the sight of Tory and Evan poking their heads around his door frame.

  “What are you two doing here?” He sat back in his chair and motioned them forward, the scent of surf and coconuts following in their wake.

  Dressed in board shorts, tanks, and flip-flops, they looked more suited for the beach than his stuffy office. Just thinking about them wet and happy made him wonder what the rest of his afternoon schedule looked like. Could he skip out a little earlier for some fun in the sun with the loves of his life?

  “We came to rescue you,” Tory declared as he came around the desk, hoisted himself on top of it, and spread his legs so they were on either side of Clay’s. When he leaned back on his hands, emphasizing the pull of fabric across his groin, Clay almost laughed. His little masochist was obedient and respectful to a fault, but he was rarely subtle.

  Evan slinked forward at a more cautious pace until Clay had a lap full of his more emotional boy. Big brown eyes looked up at him with a hint of pleading beneath the mischief and Clay knew he was sunk. “You’ve been working way too hard, sir.”

  Clay knew he worked hard, he’d been doing it for the better part of two decades to make Mathers Financial a success. With offices in New York, Florida, and now California—which is where they were now—it would be easy to think he succeeded, but that didn’t mean he wanted to slow down. He loved his job and thrived under pressure.

  They traveled between the three locations constantly —New York & Cali each got a week, then back to Florida for two before starting again. Tory could work anywhere, so he hadn’t been impacted professionally and Evan eagerly jumped at the chance to minimize his time at the club. But, it was also exhausting and Clay was still working ridiculous hours.

  They normally had a good balance, one they worked hard to maintain, and his boys understood how important the business was to him. Their encouragement and support meant the world to him, so for them to interrupt his work day meant he wasn’t giving them what they needed in return. That just wasn’t acceptable, not even for the growth of the business he loved.

  “What did you two beach bunnies have in mind?” Clay teased as he slipped a hand under Evan’s tank top until he felt the warm skin of his lower back. That he could feel Evan relax against him confirmed his concerns more than anything else could.

  With a touch of pink riding his tanned cheeks, Evan pointed out, “It’s going to be a full moon tonight.”

  “Ah!” They moved into a condo in Beverly Hills back in April and his boys had been determined to see the full moon, sure it would be different on the west coast. Clay wasn’t sure he agreed, not that he spent a lot of time staring at the moon anywhere, but he was happy to indulge. Especially when they informed him that moon watching included pizza because, of course, the song.

  So far, their trips had coincided with the lunar phases and it quickly became a tradition which led to a goal of trying all the spots on LA Weekly’s list of top ten pizza places. So far, they hadn’t found anything to beat NY pizza, but he loved that they were trying to find ways to enjoy this part-time California living.

  “DeSano’s is on Santa Monica Blvd in East Hollywood and it’s Drag Bingo night at Hamburger Mary’s in WEHO, so we thought, since we have to drive past there anyway…” Tory let the thought trail off as he watched Clay’s hand move beneath Evan’s shirt.

  Those blue eyes darkened and Tory squirmed on the desk. The movement pulled the shorts a little tighter and Clay could see the beginnings of erection clearly outlined through the thin fabric. “See something that interests you?”

  “Sir.” Tory licked his lips, his gaze flicking up quickly before being drawn down again. “Is that a trick question, Sir? Cause you and Evan always interest me—separate, together, all the time.”

  There was no guile in the answer, it wasn’t contrived or said to entice. Tory meant those words wholeheartedly, which made them more powerful. Evan shifted in his lap and Clay saw that his gaze was glued to the growing bulge in Tory’s shorts. After six years, he was still amazed at how quickly they could go from the mundane to the sexual and that made him a damn lucky bastard.

  “Sir,” Evan whispered. “Can I taste? Please?”

  Knowing it would ramp them up, Clay arranged his expression into stoic lines and asked, “Did you remember to lock the office door?” Both heads nodded fast and he had to bite back a grin. They were equally hot and adorable when they were focused like this. �
��What’s the rule, Evan?”

  “Don’t let him come until you say so, Sir.” Both his boys shivered in response to those words and Clay felt his own balls draw up tight in anticipation. Still, he held his permission, drawing out the moment until Tory whimpered pitifully.

  He could say no, let the want and need build throughout the evening, and they would do as they were told. But that wasn’t what he wanted tonight. Clay dipped his head, giving his permission, and Evan immediately leaned forward to bury his face his Tory’s crotch. With a hoarse cry, Tory fell back against the desk and gave himself entirely to Evan’s ministrations.

  Clay settled back in his chair, content to watch Evan divest Tory of his shorts and take his cock in hand. At five foot five, Tory was proportionate to his lean frame, but was more than enough to have Evan choking as he tried to swallow him whole. That was a sound that Clay would never get tired of hearing and he reached up to get a grip on Evan’s hair, holding him in place another second before letting him up.

  “Oh fu…” Tory put his fist in his mouth in a halfhearted attempt to muffle his cries and desperate blue eyes met his as Clay controlled Evan’s movements.

  “That mouth feels good, doesn’t it? Hot, wet, tight…let him feel your teeth, Evan.” Clay continued to taunt until Tory was thrashing and kicking his heels against the desk, then he pulled Evan’s head up until he reluctantly gave up his treat with an audible pop. “Let me feel how good that mouth is.”

  He didn’t wait for Evan to flip around, just jerked him back and covered that swollen mouth with his own, taking in the shocked cry and the mingled flavors. Instead of struggling against his hold, Evan went pliant, moving fluidly in Clay’s hold.

  “Such a sweet, dirty mouth,” Clay whispered between kisses. “Do you think he deserves more?” Evan blinked up at him and nodded, though Clay was sure that was because he wanted to be allowed to suck Tory to orgasm. “Go on, but remember the rule.”

  No matter how many times he said it, it was the one rule Evan consistently had trouble following. Once Evan had either of their cocks in his mouth, he was voracious and the idea of restraint became a foreign concept. Clay figured there were worse things and knew how to hold Evan back if he really wanted to torture Tory.

  With a last lingering kiss of gratitude, Evan shifted back to Tory and reclaimed his prize. Clay watched for another moment before curling his fingers around the waistband of Evan’s shorts and tugged them until they fell to his feet. The man had a beautiful ass and Clay got himself two handfuls, squeezing and kneading the firm muscles until he felt Evan’s leg tremble.

  Very deliberately, he released both cheeks and reached for the top drawer. Though Evan didn’t stop sucking, he twisted enough to watch and groaned when Clay tossed the bottle of lube on the desk. The sound had Tory’s eyes snapping open and Clay ordered Evan to get Tory ready before he went back to his feast.

  Spreading those firm cheeks again, he struck fast, catching Evan off guard when he licked along that smooth cleft. Pushing one foot between Evan’s ankles, he pressed the shorts down until Evan stepped out of them and widened his stance, giving Clay access to everything. Immediately, he took advantage, sliding one hand between those trembling legs to stroke Evan’s cock while he continued to enjoy his feast.

  Between them, Evan was vibrating hard and Clay heard Tory warn, “Oh, no, baby, that wasn’t permission to stop sucking.”

  Giving Tory some control was another balance they had worked hard to achieve and Evan no longer floundered because one of them was always there to keep him grounded. At least emotionally. Right now, he was a live wire under a triple assault and Clay knew better than expect him to hold out for long. Evan was a bottomless well of need—for their touch, their approval, and their love. Sex, in whatever form it took, was all of that magnified by a million for him and Evan sank into it with such gratitude that self-control was a pipe dream.

  Punishing him for it would be cruel and Clay was never that. He knew who his boys were, knew their strengths and their weaknesses, and neither were anyone’s stereotypical idea of a submissive. And that’s just the way he liked them, which is why he stripped open his fly and fished his cock out of his pants before grabbing the lube to slick Evan up for all their pleasure.

  There were no words as he stood, pulling Evan up with him, and reached around to drag Tory to the end of the desk. Immediately, Tory lifted his legs and planted his feet on the desk, opening himself up for whatever they would do to him. As Clay guided himself into Evan’s welcoming heat, his boy shuffled forward until Clay heard Tory’s swift intake of breath.

  Clay watched Tory take Evan’s length, saw the moment of discomfort pass, and snapped his hips forward until they were both balls deep. Evan stuttered out a groan when Clay pulled them both back, then slammed them forward and Tory slapped both hands over his mouth in an attempt to contain his cries of pleasure.

  “Sirs, Sirs, please.” Evan chanted the plea over and over again, the words becoming less coherent when Clay felt Evan clench around him.

  “Stroke him fast now, baby,” Clay instructed, determined that they would all find their pleasure together. It didn’t take long after that. A few strokes of Evan’s hand, a couple of more thrusts, and then it was like a chain reaction with Evan lighting the fuse that finished them all.

  He fell forward, bracing his hands on the desk so that they were both hanging over Tory and saw their lover gazing up at them in wonder. “See what you started, imp?”

  With a slow smile, Tory struggled up from his sprawl until he could grab them both up in a sweaty hug. “That’s amore!”

  How could he resist either of them? Clay took that still smiling mouth in a blistering kiss that threatened to get them all started again. Evan giggled softly and twisted his head to nuzzle between them. “I don’t know about you, Sirs, but I could go for that pizza now.”

  Clay could only laugh and slowly disentangle them. “At least you have your priorities in the right order.”

  There was another chuckle as Evan leaned up for a quick kiss before he walked over to the adjoining bathroom to clean up. Tory was slower to stand, the teasing smile gone and his gaze respectful but direct. “We can’t do this without you, Sir.”

  Where Evan needed constant reassurance, Tory rarely did and never had trouble expressing himself. Clay had come to count on that directness. The hard-earned balance he was proud of took three of them to maintain, not two, and definitely not Tory picking up his slack.

  “You’ll never have to, imp, I promise.” Being the man Tory and Evan loved was a gift to be cherished, and he was grateful that Tory felt secure enough to tell him when he wasn’t doing his part.

  Tory’s smile was instant, his trust absolute, and Clay knew his most rewarding work was being worthy of that trust.

  September 2016

  Preview of Saving Saul (coming 2017) hosted by Bike Book Reviews

  He was floating, weightless, the hand on the back of his neck the only anchor he needed. From the moment he’d knelt at Saul’s side, the half-mask blocking out all distractions, he’d been focused on the weight of that hand as everything else disappeared. Time had no impact as his body loosened, his heart rate slowed, and his mind emptied of all thoughts except those of his men. He had no expectation of what they would do to him, didn’t need to have a say in how it went, he simply wanted to experience every ounce of pleasure they would give him.

  And there would be pleasure, of that he had no doubt. His lovers were generous—consuming him in their mixture of gentle and rough, tender and aggressive—and his need for them was unparalleled. As his trust in them solidified, his submissiveness to them grew. He’d seen it as a natural progression, a deep-seated need that he’d ignored because he hadn’t trusted anyone enough to let go. Their acceptance of his gift had been as different as every other response he coaxed from them.

  In many respects, Saul saw it as his due. His strong personality made him a natural leader who expected to be deferred to, but it
was his compassion that made him grateful for that deference. He didn’t force his will on anyone, especially his lovers. Instead he coaxed it from them with a firm, loving hand. Yet, while it should have been easy for him, Saul’s experiences with Javier in their years under Durango’s rule had left him uncertain about his own needs. It was obvious that Saul feared that his need for Kyle’s submission—and more importantly, Javier’s—was just a sick, twisted perversion.

  As for Javier, his uncertainty didn’t stem from fear of wanting what Kyle so generously offered, it was confusion. He believed himself to be as submissive as Kyle, maybe even more so, and when it came to Saul that was true. However, there were so many facets to his personality that had been suppressed by Durango and buried so deep that Javier didn’t even know they were there. Saul knew and Kyle believed he held back with Javier so that those long dormant dominant tendencies would have room to grow.

  There was no question, if Saul completely let go of the hesitation and uncertainty that was unbecoming of him, he could completely subvert them. Walking the fine line between seeing to Kyle’s need for full submission and encouraging the dominant personality beneath the submissive veneer that Javier portrayed was wearing on him. Kyle believed that if Saul embraced Javier’s submission, it would give Javier the confidence to explore his own dominant nature. Working out how to make that happen without pushing either of them away was a constant source of frustration for Kyle, but he wouldn’t stop because it was the only way for them all to be truly happy.

  The hand on the back of his neck tightened and warm breath ghosted over his ear, drawing his focus from the negative turn of his thoughts. “You’re tense again, pup. Do you need to discuss it right now or can it wait?”

  That was the equivalent of Saul asking him if he needed to use his safe words. Did he appear to be in that much distress? While he was worried about Javier and Saul, he trusted in their bond to each other and believed they would find a solution together. Just thinking about the trust between them made his body loosen dramatically which made him realize how tense he’d gotten, and he understood why Saul had been concerned. “I’m okay now.”