by G. A. Hauser
The Hard Way
Games Men Play
Born to Please
Got Men?
Heart of Steele
All Man
Julian
Black Leather Phoenix
London, Bloody, London
In The Dark and What Should Never Be, Erotic Short Stories
Mark and Sharon (formally titled A Question of Sex) A Man’s Best Friend
It Takes a Man
The Physician and the Actor
For Love and Money
The Kiss
Naked Dragon
Secrets and Misdemeanors
Capital Games
Giving Up the Ghost
To Have and To Hostage
Love you, Loveday
The Boy Next Door
When Adam Met Jack
Exposure
The Vampire and the Man-eater
Murphy's Hero
Mark Antonious deMontford
Prince of Servitude
Calling Dr Love
The Rape of St. Peter
The Wedding Planner
Going Deep
Double Trouble
Pirates
Miller's Tale
Vampire Nights
Teacher's Pet
In the Shadow of Alexander
The Rise and Fall of the Sacred Band of Thebes
The Action! Series
Acting Naughty
Playing Dirty
Getting it in the End
Behaving Badly
Dripping Hot
Packing Heat
Being Screwed
Something Sexy
Going Wild
Men in Motion Series
Mile High
Cruising
Driving Hard
Leather Boys
Heroes Series
Man to Man
Two In Two Out
Top Men
G.A. Hauser
Writing as Amanda Winters
Sister Moonshine
Nothing Like Romance
Silent Reign
Butterfly Suicide
Mutley’s Crew
A quickie based on the characters of GA Hauser’s All Man:
At Your Service, Staff Sergeant Gary Wilson.
Gary knew damn well what showing up in his Airman’s Battle Uniform did to Chase. It drove Chase wild.
It was impossible to have Chase working at the clinic at Wright Patterson Air Base and not seek him out. And Gary knew he was being naughty, but hell, after three tours, two in Iraq and one in Afghanistan, he deserved a little, ‘naughty’. Entering the clinic, Gary removed his cap and approached the reception desk. “Hello, I’m Staff Sgt. Wilson. I need to see Chase Arlington, please.”
“I think he’s with a patient.” The woman smiled dreamily at him. “I can check.”
“I don’t want to interrupt him. It’s not urgent.” Like hell it ain’t.
“I can check, Sergeant. Can you have a seat?”
Gary had a quick look at the waiting area and the few civilian patients staring at him. “That’s fine. Could you just say someone from the 445th is here? He doesn’t need my name.” Gary knew that would ruin the surprise.
“I’ll let him know.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Gary nodded politely.
When she passed into physical therapy area, Gary ducked out of view. A moment later she returned. “He’s just finishing up, Sergeant.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“You’re very welcome.” She returned to her desk, smiling flirtatiously at him.
Gary checked his watch. He didn’t have a lot of time either. Finally an older man left the therapy room. A moment later, Chase appeared looking around the waiting area.
Moving from behind the potted fichus tree, Gary met Chase’s dark eyes. The moment of recognition and fire that passed over Chase’s face was priceless.
He leaned over the desk to the same receptionist. “I’m taking a quick break. Be right back.”
“Fine, Mr. Arlington.”
Gary exited the clinic, popping his cap back on his head. He was grinning so hard his cheeks ached. Feeling Chase’s hand on his arm, Gary grew even more thrilled. He knew what Chase’s reaction would be. Did he know him, or did he know him?
Chase directed Gary through the parking lot, behind the clinic near some tall barren oak trees waving in the cool breeze.
“Get over here!” Chase hissed in desperation.
Gary was urged back against the brick wall of the building with Chase’s hot body pressed against his. At the taste of Chase’s lips, Gary closed his eyes and held his waist tightly. As predicted, Chase went mad. He ran his hands all over Gary’s uniform, from his shoulders, down his chest, his crotch, back up to his arms, then Chase took the ride all over again, the entire time whimpering in agony.
Gary parted from his lips to grin wickedly at him. “Knew you’d go nuts.”
“I love you in this thing! Ah!” Chase took a quick glance around before he opened Gary’s zipper.
“Geez! I thought I’d be sucking you off!” Gary pressed against the cold brick wall behind him. “Mother-fucker!”
Instantly Chase was kneeling in front of him sucking him fast and hard.
Gary’s head started spinning from the daring deed. They both knew if they were caught doing this on base there would be dire consequences. That slightly amused Gary. After what he’d been through in the war, he didn’t think what he was doing was all that dangerous.
When Chase’s fingers dug under Gary’s balls, Gary lit up.
“Ahhfuck! Chase, I’m there!”
Chase drew harder, deeper.
Gary closed his eyes and shuddered as he came in Chase’s mouth. “Holy shit.”
Taking his time milking Gary’s cock, Chase finally stood, tucking Gary back into his camouflaged trousers.
The minute he had, Gary spun them around, slamming Chase against the wall. He dropped to his knees to return the favor. Feeling his hat being removed as he exposed Chase’s dick, Gary glanced up at Chase just before he slid Chase’s cock into his mouth. Chase had popped Gary’s cap on his own head. Trying not to laugh while a big hard dick was between his lips, Gary focused on the job at hand, knowing damn well time was of the essence.
The taste and scent of Chase’s body was worth the risk. It was worth everything to Gary.
“Look at you…” Chase crooned, running his hands through Gary’s dark short hair. “You gorgeous soldier, I am so fucking in love with you.”
Gary intensified the sucking. If Chase could talk, he wasn’t swooning enough by his standards. He yanked Chase’s trousers wider to get at his balls and ass. It did the trick. Chase’s body tensed up and his cock went rock hard. “Oh, Christ…”
Gary closed his eyes as Chase climaxed, feeling his come shoot into his mouth in ecstasy. Sucking him until nothing more came out, Gary pulled up Chase’s zipper, buttoned his fly and caught his breath.
Chase, still wearing Gary’s ABU hat, was recuperating slowly.
“You look damn cute in that thing,” Gary laughed, pecking Chase’s lips.
“Not as beautiful as you, soldier.” Chase handed it back to him.
“I have to go.” Gary took one last minute to crush Chase against the brick wall and kiss him. “Until later.”
“Yes. Tonight.” Chase looked positively dazed.
Gary flipped his cap back on his head and gave Chase a proper military salute. “Permission to leave, sir!” Gary teased.
“Regretfully, permission granted.” Chase walked back around to the parking lot with him. “Just remember something, Staff Sergeant Wilson.”
“Yes?” Gary grinned wickedly at him.
“Chase Arlington, lowly civilian, is at your service. Night and day.”
“I like that,” Gary purred. “Later, civie.” Gary waved as he jogged across the lot back to his Hummer. Seeing Chase still standing in the cool October breeze watching him, Gary waved
. Once he was headed back to his area on the base, he checked the rear view mirror quickly. A drop of Chase’s come was on his cheek. He wiped it off and with a wicked smile, sucked at his finger.
~
Chase waited until he couldn’t see the Hummer any longer. Making his way back inside the clinic, Chase smiled. At your service, Sgt. Wilson. On call.
“Everything all right, Mr. Arlington?”
Chase addressed the receptionist, “Yes, everything is fine. It’s my pleasure to serve the men who serve our country,” Chase boasted.
“I couldn’t agree more.” She smiled.
Dying for the rest of the afternoon to pass so he could have Gary in his arms again, Chase returned to his work, floating on a cloud.
The End
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REDEMPTION
True Blood Mate 4
Rogan Owens lives a life of secret misery. Three years ago, he lost his mate when he couldn't come out of the closet and acknowledge their bond. He's suffered in silence ever since, taking over as alpha of his mate's clan. Rogan is overjoyed when he discovers Julian alive. He has so many questions. Where has Julian been? Why hasn't he come home? What are the long scars on his body? But most importantly, why is Julian running away from him?
Stricken with grief, Rogan takes a dangerous path that almost ends his life. Only by Julian's swift intervention is he saved. Rogan finally comes to accept that his mate will never want him only to have Julian decide it's time to come home.
But someone else doesn't want Julian and Rogan reunited and they will use anything to keep the two men apart, even if it means Julian's death for real this time. Between keeping each other safe and trying to solve the mystery of who wants Julian dead, they barely have time to learn to love each other. Will what they feel for each other make them stronger or be their downfall?
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Excerpt:
"Rogan, how are you feeling?"
"Surprisingly well considering."
"Any pain?"
A light flushed filled Rogan's face. "Define pain." Julian frowned. "Does anything hurt?"
"Well, there's a definite ache in my ass." Rogan chuckled. "But other than that I feel fine, great, in fact." Suddenly understanding the meaning behind Rogan's words, and enjoying the delightful man that had woken up, Julian stretched on the bed next to his mate. "I imagine I can help you with that ache if you want."
"Not dressed you can't."
"Want to bet?" Julian grinned as he moved in, pressing his lips against Rogan's. The man's acceptance was instantaneous, which thrilled Julian down to his toes. A growl of satisfaction built in Julian's throat when he felt Rogan lean into the kiss, his mouth opening and allowing Julian in.
It was a heady feeling, having such acceptance. It made Julian ache. The need to dominate Rogan again and claim him was almost overwhelming. He'd been pretty rough on Rogan last night and he wanted to be just a bit gentler this time around. Rogan deserved it.
Julian kept his lips pressed against Rogan's, their tongues brushing together as they explored each other. He pushed against Rogan until the man rolled onto his back then moved over the top of him.
The feeling of Rogan's skin under his hands drove Julian crazy. It was soft and silky, hot and hard. It felt perfect under Julian's fingertips. He pushed the blanket down as far as he could, wanting to explore more of Rogan's skin.
"Julian," Rogan moaned as he tugged at his shirt, "take off your clothes. It's been so long. I want to feel you."
"Me first."
Julian didn't give Rogan a chance to say anything more. He claimed the man's mouth with a hunger that quickly consumed them both. He could feel Rogan's chest moving rapidly up and down as he panted.
Julian moved his lips away from Rogan's mouth and kissed a small trail down his face to his throat. He licked at the small pulse that beat against his lips. The sweet taste of the man's skin exploded across his tongue. Julian groaned, never having felt anything better in his life.
He moved further down Rogan's body, wanting to explore more, to taste more. He'd never tasted anything so sweet yet masculine. He took particular interest in the twin brown hued nubs that decorated Rogan's chest. The musty taste there was stronger, more masculine than sweet. Julian paid them special attention, rubbing his tongue across them then gently biting down.
Rogan squirmed beneath him. The loud groans that filled the room also filled Julian's soul. He'd waited years to hear those soft sounds come from his mate, more time than anyone should have to wait. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of hearing them.
And the groans just turned louder the farther down Rogan's body that Julian moved. They turned into one continuous moan and full body trembles by the time Julian hovered over Rogan's hard cock. He gently blew across the straining erection.
"Fuck, Julian, what are you doing?"
Julian grinned as he licked away the small pearly drops pooling at the tip of Rogan's cock. "I'm having fun," Julian said through their bond. "What are you doing?"
"Losing my fucking mind!"
"Good." Julian chuckled then went back to what he was doing, admiring the thick solid cock in front of his face. But he wanted to do more than admire it. He wanted to taste it. Julian opened his mouth and gulped down Rogan's entire length.
"Julian!" Rogan screamed as he arched into the air. Julian swallowed hard, trying not to gag when Rogan's hard cock was shoved further into his mouth. His movements had an added affect when his throat muscles gently massaged Rogan's cock.
"Like that, baby?"
"Oh god, don't stop," Rogan groaned. "I've never—"
"Never what, mate?" Julian had to ask. He was intrigued by the sudden intensity he could hear in Rogan's voice.
"Never felt anything… anything like it."
Surprised, Julian glanced up to Rogan's face. The man's head was moving back and forth on the pillow with wild abandon. His hands were clenched in the sheets besides his body. His face was flushed.
Rogan looked as sexy as hell.
"How about this?" Julian asked as swiped his tongue across the tip, licking away the drops of pre-cum gathering there. At the same time, Julian licked his fingers then reached back and pressed two of them into his own ass. He had claimed Rogan last night and ridden him hard. This time, he wanted to be the one claimed. He knew exactly how gorgeous Rogan's cock was, and how large. Rogan was even bigger than he was. The thought of the man pounding into his ass made Julian as hard as stone. Julian released Rogan's cock and worked his way down to the man's balls, sucking them gently then licking them with his tongue. Rogan's legs spread, giving Julian more access. Rogan brought his knees up then let them fall to the side.
Julian looked up and groaned at the wanton picture his mate made. He looked totally debauched spread out the way he was with a soft glow of passion making his skin look flushed. Julian couldn't stand it anymore. He needed to feel Rogan inside of him before he exploded.
He quickly shoved two more fingers into his ass, stretching himself as fast as he could. Julian winced in discomfort but not much. He liked a bit of pain with his pleasure. He liked knowing he was being taken.
"Are you ready for me, baby?" Julian asked out loud.
"Yes, god, yes!"
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Stormy believes the only thing sexier than a man in cowboy boots is two or three men in cowboy boots. She also believes in love at first sight, soul Mates, true love, and happy endings. Stormy lives in the great Northwest region of the USA, with her gorgeous husband and soul Mate, six very active teenagers, two boxer/collie puppies, one old biddy cat, and one fish.
You can usually find her cuddled in bed with a book in her hand and a puppy in her lap, or on her laptop, creating the next sexy man for one of her stories. Stormy welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website at www.stormyglenn.com