by Tara Lain
“Is anybody completely happy being single? A lot of guys have hooked up, sometimes permanently, at my party.”
Micah laughed. “You’re a fraud as a cynic.”
“We’re all under the spell of l’amour, my friend.” He held out his hand to a good-looking bear of a guy beside him. “This is Chuck.”
Quentin smiled. “So maybe next year we’ll have a real Valentine’s party.”
“Could be.” Micah stepped forward. “So good to see you all. I’m taking Quentin on his official coming-out route through Laguna.” He waved and took Quentin’s arm and started walking back toward the steps and their shoes.
Quentin laughed. “I see. You want to make me more at home in my own skin.”
“And such pretty skin it is.” Micah stopped and faced his companion. “I really would like to take your grandmother’s advice.”
“About the sex?”
“About the boyfriend. Can I be your boyfriend, Q?”
He smiled softly. “You told Annie I was.”
“I was just dreaming.”
“I’m nobody’s dream.”
Micah put his hands on either side of Quentin’s face. “Yes, you are. Best one I ever had, I think.” Oh yes, he was dying to taste. He pressed his lips against Quentin’s and pulled him close. For a second he felt him stiffen. After all, they were in the middle of a public beach. Then the slim body softened. All but one part. Whew. About those sheets….
He pulled back and whispered in Quentin’s ear. “I could use some of that hard thing in my mouth.”
Q shuddered. “Oh my, yes. I figured I’d never have you again. I about died at the thought.”
“I think we need to get home.”
“Which home?”
“Let’s go to mine so Furtwangler can share the experience.”
“Kinky feline.” Quentin kissed Micah’s nose. “But I would like to show you where I live sometime.”
“I’d love that. We can bring the wise cat to meet Mary Beth.”
“Oh, I warn you. You might not get him back.”
“It’s okay. It takes a village to appreciate all the great stuff about that cat.” He grabbed his shoes and the cupcake box, handed Quentin his sneakers, and they both hurried up the steps. At the top he turned. “I have my car. I was in a big hurry to get to you.”
Quentin smiled that gentle turn of full lips. “I hope you always will be.”
“Shall we each take our own vehicles and meet at my place? We have a better chance of not wrecking the car that way.”
“You’re on!” They took off running in two directions. Micah flew across PCH, the cupcakes banging in the pink box, and unlocked the door to the car from a football field away. He dove in, sped out of the garage, and down Glenneyre to his turnoff. As he navigated the corner, he saw Quentin’s fancy car about three blocks back.
Micah pulled into the garage, closed it, and opened the door to the house.
“Merwaowr.”
“Hi, buddy. We have company. You’re going to love it!”
He raced to the bedroom, lit a candle, smoothed the sheets, and hurried out to the front door just as the knock sounded. With a yank, the door was open and another yank brought Quentin through the door and into Micah’s arms.
“Welcome.” He planted a kiss that started out to be playful—uh, yeah. Hot. Micah’s lips softened and opened wide as Quentin melted in his arms.
Micah toed the door closed and kept kissing as he backed up. Must get to the bedroom.
Bang. Entry table bumped. Thud. Wall into hall scraped. But his tongue knew home when it found it.
He hit the hall wall with his back, still holding Quentin tight against his chest. When their forward motion ceased, Quentin snaked his leg up over Micah’s hip. Oh yeah! Cock to cock. But too much denim.
Micah slipped a hand under Quentin’s leg and lifted. Q got the idea. He gave a little leap, and suddenly Micah’s arms were full of a wriggling, humping Quentin. With his arms locked around Micah’s neck, he rode Micah’s hard-as-pipe erection like his own hobbyhorse.
Wow. Flashes of heat scrambled Micah’s brain, but he struggled to move toward the bedroom. His sight was blocked by a pretty face, so he moved by feel until he got to the door. Three steps inside, he lowered his happy burden to the bed. “Too many clothes!”
He pulled off Quentin’s very fashionable sneakers, then worked at getting a reluctant zipper down over an enthusiastic bulge.
Quentin laughed. “Let me. You manage your overdressed self.”
Micah tried to toe off his sneakers and pull down his jeans without ever taking his eyes off the soft, pale skin emerging from behind Quentin’s oxford shirt. Micah’s hands stilled on his T-shirt as Q removed his jeans to reveal a red lace thong with a lovely cockhead peeking over its top.
“You devil.”
“In angel’s clothing, sugah.” He snapped the side of the thong against his slim hip.
Micah smiled. The guy was such a combo of angel and devil. He ripped the T-shirt off and crawled onto the bed toward Quentin, eyes fixed on his prize. As he drew near, he stuck out his tongue. “Comin’ to get you.”
Quentin giggled as Micah pounced and slurped that pretty red-headed dick out of its lacy décor and right down his throat.
“Sweet God!”
Micah sucked and licked, then pressed his tongue into Quentin’s slit and wiggled. He got serious hip wiggle in return.
“Oh yes, yes, darlin’.”
Micah pulled away. “Really want to fuck you. It feels like years.”
“Fuck away.” Quentin rolled back and pulled his legs beside his ears.
“Nice move. Your grandmother’s yoga must be rubbing off on you.”
Quentin extended his arms between his legs. “I want you to rub off on me.”
Sweet. Sweetness. Micah leaned forward until his body caressed Quentin and then he kissed him gently on the lips. “I want to hold you and kiss you, but….”
“Yes, fucking first.”
Micah dove for the end table and grabbed the supplies. Condom on. Check. Lube into sweetest hole on the planet. Ooooh yes, check.
Quentin sighed as Micah gently lubed his passage. Then he applied some juice to his throbbing dick. Cock to hole. Absolutely. Enter… oh yeah.
Quentin breathed out long and slow as Micah pressed in to the balls. He stretched his body forward so they were face-to-face. “You’re so special. Do you know that?”
Quentin’s eyes misted, but he shook his head.
Micah pulled out and ever so slowly pushed back in. “You are. You look like a rare bird of paradise, but you’ve got balls to spare.”
“Thank you.” The mist became a tear.
Micah kissed those full lips. “And I really care about you.” He pulled out and pushed in. Out and in, staring into those deep blue eyes. “Jesus, I love fucking you.”
Breath came hard. Faster and faster. Quentin moaned and whimpered but smiled all the time. His butt rose to meet every thrust. “Oh, oh, oh.”
Micah’s hips had a mind of their own. He wanted to make it last, but those hips kept pounding until spots danced in front of his eyes and champagne fizzed in his balls. Too great. Oh God. Hot, tight. Perfect. Quentin. “Quentin. I’m going to come.”
“Good. I can’t hold out much longer. You’re rubbing against my cock so nice. Do it, darlin’. Do it hard!”
Micah caught his breath as his thrusts went into overdrive. Oh God. Oh God. Yes. Harder. Hotter. Juice bubbled in his balls and boiled over. Coming, cominnnng.
Hot cum squirted onto his chest from Quentin’s cock. “Oh, darlin’. Oh, darlin’.”
Warmth poured through his arms and legs like oil as fire erupted from his cock, shot into his head, and flashed like black light in front of his eyes. He’d never known he could come like this. But then, he’d never known Quentin.
The heat turned to warmth.
The warmth to sweetness.
He collapsed on that smooth, sticky chest
and just breathed. Quentin’s legs flopped on the mattress beside Micah. “Darlin’, if raw organic food gives you that kind of energy, I think all men should become converts.”
Micah chuckled. “I think all my energy comes from cupcakes. I never had a fraction of stamina until I met you.” He raised his head and rested his chin on Quentin’s chest. “I wish I could show you how special you are.” Wait! Idea.
Micah rose up and slowly pulled his soft cock from that lovely spot. He slipped off the condom and backed from the bed. “Be right back.”
He padded into the bathroom, tossed the condom, and warmed a washcloth, then came back and wiped off Quentin. “I have something I’d like to give you.”
“What?”
“I’ll show you.” He grabbed a robe from the hook behind the door. Furtwangler fell in behind him as he walked to the kitchen. “I forgot about this until now, buddy. What do you think?”
“Merwaowr.”
“Yeah. I think I really got it for Quentin too.” He stretched up to the top cabinet and retrieved the box he’d hidden there two weeks before. The cat rubbed against his legs. “Yeah, I like this idea.”
He walked back into the bedroom. The washcloth was gone, and Quentin had straightened the covers. He sat leaning against the headboard, his soft curls framing that angelic face.
Micah sat on the edge of the bed. “You can refuse this and I’ll understand. When I bought this, I thought it was for someone else. Now I realize I bought it because I love it, and it was always for you.” He handed Quentin the silver-wrapped box.
“Should I open it?”
“Absolutely. It’s yours.” Micah put out a hand and stopped Quentin’s fingers on the bow. “It’s a reminder.”
“Of what?”
“Open it.” Quentin undid the bow and then pulled off the paper. When he opened the box, the gold bracelet glimmered and the little carved dolphins danced around its perimeter.
“Oh my stars, it’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you. Will you wear it?”
His smile was shy. “If you want me to.”
Micah took the gold circle and unclasped it, then fit it around Quentin’s slim wrist. “Whether you’re dressed as Queen or as Quentin, you’re unique and beautiful. I’d love it if this could remind you of that.”
“Oh my.” Tears dripped onto Quentin’s smiling lips.
Micah leaned forward for a kiss. “I’ll be forever grateful to Valentine’s Day.”
“And to anti-Valentine’s Day.”
A phone chimed. Quentin looked toward the chair where he’d thrown his pants. “It must be Mary Beth.”
Micah fished for the phone and handed it to Quentin.
“Hello, dear.” He listened. “Yes, we’re having a lovely day, thank you.” Pause. He giggled. “Yes, we took your advice. When? Tomorrow night? I’ll ask him.” He put his hand over the phone. “Mary Beth wants to take us on a double date with her and George.”
Micah nodded.
Quentin stared at the phone, then put it back to his ear. “He says yes. How serious is this relationship of yours, dear? Hmm. I see. Well, I’ll have to get to know him better. Where are we going?” He put his hand over the phone again. “She says that new fish restaurant in Corona del Mar.”
“Sounds great.”
“He says it sounds great. What should we wear? Oh good, casual.” He smiled at Micah. “What?” The blue eyes widened. “NeeNee!” His hand came up to his mouth. “I can’t believe…. You devil.” He put his hand over the phone again and stared wide-eyed at Micah. “She says I should wear one of my favorite dresses.”
Micah stared back. Then started to laugh. Quentin joined in. On the other end of the phone, NeeNee made three.
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A Love in Laguna Novel
How can you be twenty-five and not know you’re gay? Billy Ballew runs from that question. A high school dropout, barely able to read until he taught himself, Billy’s life is driven by his need to help support his parents as a construction worker, put his sisters through college, coach his Little League team, and not think about being a three-time loser in the engagement department. Being terrified of taking tests keeps Billy from getting the contractor’s license he so desires, and fear of his mother’s judgment blinds Billy to what could make him truly happy.
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A Pennymaker Tale
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A Balls to the Wall Romance
A “pumped up” version of the Volley Balls story, twice as long as the original.
A double dose of alpha male might be better than one.
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TARA LAIN writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Erotic Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and more. Readers often call her books “sweet,” even with all that hawt sex, because Tara believes in love and her books deliver on happily-ever-after. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. Her love of creating book titles comes from years of manifesting ad headlines for everything from analytical instruments to semiconductors. She does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soulmate husband and her soulmate dog (who’s a little jealous of all those cat pictures Tara posts on FB) in Laguna Niguel, California, near the seaside towns where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says that on her tombstone, it will say “Yes!”
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