Mine at Midnight [Boys of Sinn Island 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Leah Blake

  “I’ll do anything, Marcus.” Trevor dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around Marcus’s waist. He looked up at the man who owned him, body, heart, and soul, unashamed of the tears that crept down his cheeks. “Anything to earn your forgiveness. I want you more than life itself, Marcus, but I need you to live.”

  Marcus wrapped his hands under Trevor’s arms and pulled him to his feet. He held Trevor’s eyes for the briefest of moment before he sank one hand in his hair, pulled his head close, and sealed his mouth over Trevor’s in a breath-robbing kiss. The earthy spice from the wine filled Trevor’s mouth along with each possessive sweep of Marcus’s tongue, intoxicating him until his knees were so weak he had to cling to his lover for support.

  Marcus ran his fingers down the front of Trevor’s shirt, making quick work of the buttons and the piece of clothing. Trevor yanked away Marcus’s shirt and arched into him, entranced by the feel of skin-to-skin contact. Marcus held his head, their mouths crushed in a frantic, hungry kiss that propelled the intensity of their emotions to limitless heights.

  Marcus turned, whipping Trevor around. They shuffled in an ungraceful way, Marcus leading, Trevor following. Pants and jeans were lost in the path. Trevor gripped Marcus’s hips and thrust his cock against his lover’s, delighting in the deep-chest rumble that filled Trevor’s mouth.

  The back of Trevor’s legs hit something solid. Marcus tore his mouth from Trevor and gave him a firm shove back, landing Trevor on the plush black bedding covering Marcus’s bed. Dozens of candles were lit around the opulent room, the erotic scent of earthy musk and sandalwood heating up his senses.

  Marcus ripped open a small silver packet and sheathed his dick. He squeezed out a hearty dollop of lube and coated his cock, his predatory eyes lifting to him.

  “Ass at the edge of the bed,” Marcus said, his voice a heady husk that tickled through Trevor’s balls. God, he loved the sound of this man in full passion.

  Trevor scooted his ass to the edge of the bed. Marcus braced one knee under Trevor’s, hooked both of Trevor’s legs over his shoulders, and hovered above him. The tip of his lubed cock teased Trevor’s anus, making his cock jerk.

  “From this night on, Trevor, you are mine. My lover, my one and only. Can you handle that?” Marcus asked, sinking the tip of his cock past the tight sphincter muscles. Trevor nodded.

  “Yes, Marc. I belong to you, and only you.” Trevor reached up and kissed Marcus’s chin. “I love you. I’ll love you forever.”

  Marcus growled, sinking himself balls deep inside Trevor. There was no gentle lovemaking tonight. Marcus fucked him, claimed him, each long and powerful stroke of his cock slamming into him and hitting his prostate. The buzzing pleasure shot up to gasping delight. Trevor moaned, opening his body, taking every inch of Marcus, rolling his hips to meet each desperate thrust until he was blinded by the swell of raw pleasure.

  “That’s right, pet,” Marcus rasped. “You’re mine.”

  Each sac-slapping thrust forced Trevor toward the center of the bed. Marcus moved with him, over him, releasing one leg and sinking that hand into Trevor’s hair. He gave a sharp tug, exposing Trevor’s neck to his hot, wet mouth, delivering a line of open-mouthed hungry kisses and sucks that made Trevor cry out. Marcus’s stomach stroked Trevor’s aching cock, the tease almost too much for him to bear. His blood was on fire, his cock a seething pool of lava at the brink of eruption. His balls grew heavy and hot.

  “Marc, I can’t hold it any longer,” Trevor strained to say through clenched teeth. He bowed off the mattress, pressing his dick firmly against Marcus’s stomach, drowning in the mind-ripping sensations of pre-orgasmic delight.

  “Then come, boy. Scream it. Show me how I make you feel. What you can’t live without,” Marcus demanded. Each sentence ended with a sharp breath and a residual growl.

  Trevor wrapped his free leg around Marcus’s back. His balls drew up, scalding pleasure shooting through his cock and exploding throughout his body in a sheer-white bliss. He screamed Marcus’s name, jets of semen spurting over his chest.

  “Louder, boy!” Marcus barked.

  “Marcus!” Trevor howled, his body tearing at every seam, every edge, until nothing existed outside the feverish pounding in his ass and the heavy grunts as Marcus found his own release.

  “Trevor.” Marcus’s fingers tightened in his hair, but he had stilled, hovering over him. He felt the rippling of Marcus’s cock before spurting his seed. “God Trevor.”

  Coming off of their high plane of passion and falling gently into the arms of the euphoric aftermath of their intense union, Marcus pressed his forehead to Trevor’s. He was slick with sweat, his chest heaving with each hard-won breath. Trevor could barely hold his eyes open to meet Marcus’s, but when he did, he swore he could never look away.

  “I love you, Trevor. I could never love another, nor would I ever want to,” Marcus said between breaths. He smoothed back Trevor’s mussed hair and landed a far gentler kiss against his swollen lips.

  When Marcus pushed up on his hands, he gave Trevor one helluva wicked grin. He dipped his head and licked his chest, one long, thorough stroke, drinking up a taste of his spent seed. He straightened up on his knees and winked, easing out of Trevor’s ass.

  “Come on, baby.” Marcus held out a hand and Trevor took it, needing all the help he could get to move his boneless body.

  A hot shower and a lot of touching later, Trevor settled beneath the silken sheets and covers of the bed. Marcus held him close, wrapped around him in an embraced that filled him with more promise than words.

  “I would like to put your paintings on display around Sinn. I’d put a lot of money on a gamble that our clientele would be very interested in making purchases,” Marcus said. Trevor tucked his head against Marcus’s shoulder, his tired eyes watching the black sky melt into a dark navy as dawn approached the city. “I know you want to make a living for yourself, and I will give you a wonderful opportunity to do what you love and profit from it.”

  “Speaking of, I’m giving you back the money you had your accounting department reimburse me for the trip.” He brushed his lips over Marcus’s solid shoulder. “I made the reservations in hopes of finding you.” He tipped his chin enough to find Marcus looking down at him. “And I did.”

  “Let’s just say it’s a welcome-home gift.” Marcus shifted down, bringing his face close to Trevor. Trevor soaked in the soft caress of his fingertips along his jaw, his mouth still craving more of Marcus. “I’ve taken a week off from work. A week exclusively for us. We can go to Sinn and relax before the weekend. Talk about our future together. We can start planning a gallery for you to work, if you want to paint on the weekends, that is.”

  Trevor couldn’t hold back his smile. His second dream, his first being right where he lay in Marcus’s arms. He’d suffered through hell long enough. What he believed a ten-thousand dollar shot in the dark to find Marcus turned into the promise of new beginnings and flourishing futures.

  “Really?” Trevor closed his eyes against Marcus’s tender kiss. The man traced the seam of his mouth with the tip of his tongue once, twice, then pulled back. “Have you spoken with your brothers?”

  “I have. They think it’ll be a good opportunity to add a little something more for the guests.” Marcus nuzzled his cheek with his nose. “And I know you’ll enjoy earning your keep, since you are terrible at accepting gifts of monetary value.”

  “You know me too well.”

  Marcus caught Trevor’s hand and folded their fingers together. Slowly, he eased Trevor onto his back, coming above him and pinning their connected hands above his head. Trevor shivered, his half-stiff cock growing harder by the minute.

  “I will give you until the end of our week to decide when you’d like to move here with me.” Marcus ran his solid dick along Trevor’s, their balls teasing in a light caress. “I expect you to move in with me. And this time, no one will run you out of my life.”

  “I don’t need a week. I know now.
I want you, to be with you. I’ll move in.” Damn, that familiar coiling of pleasure had already tightened in his lower gut. “This time, forever.”

  “Ahh, baby. Forever it will be.”

  Marcus’s eyes clouded with passion-infused love. He settled on his forearm, reached between them, and grabbed their cocks in one fists. He continued the slow, taunting rock, stimulating his hypersensitive dick. The sky was lightening through the window, announcing the onset of a new day. One, Trevor believed, would be spent tucked in bed, fucking, touching, and loving until exhaustion finally consumed them.

  “I’ll do anything for you, Marc. Anything.”

  I’d give up sleep for a year to feel you forever.

  Marcus lowered his head, his warm breath teasing his aching lips. “Anything, pet?”

  “Yes.” Trevor worked up an unsteady grin. “Master.”

  That wickedly sexy smile crept over Marcus’s mouth and seared Trevor’s veins. “Turn over, baby, and I’ll tell you how this is going to go.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I grew up in New Jersey, a short drive outside of Manhattan. I was a busy kid, always somewhere doing something. Dance, gymnastics, swimming, you name it. Yes, I was one of those kids who didn’t come home until it was dinnertime, played with friends on the street, rode bikes like it was going out of style. My best friend and I used to “produce” our own movies and play wizards and witches on the playground at school. I’ve always had an imagination that ran wild, and when I was in my preteens, I finally put all those outlandish ideas packed in my head to good use. I started writing stories, horror/thriller stories, when I was eleven. Romance wasn’t even a consideration until I was in my early twenties. When I made the cross from horror to romance, I discovered exactly what I should have been writing all along, and I’ve been writing romance ever since.

  Now, I live in Florida with my husband and our two children. I write everyday, as much as time allows. My ultimate goal is to write full-time, and I’m hoping there will come a day when I can make that transition to obtain my dream.

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