by Dare, Kim
Darren’s hand still had control over which way Jamie’s body was positioned, but at least his head was free from any restrictions. Jamie turned his face to look out over the sea. Glad wasn’t a big enough word. Jamie wasn’t sure if a big enough word existed. The sudden realization that he’d actually be allowed to continue belonging to his lover made him so lightheaded with relief, he was pretty sure it was only Darren’s hold on him that kept him from floating right off the veranda.
A moment passed, and Darren stroked his fingers along Jamie’s jaw and turned him to face him. There was no roughness to his touch, but there was a determination and a persistence to it that made Jamie sure the other man’s fingers would continue to press against his cheek until he did as Darren wanted. The dominant was still a dominant.
“Maybe it’s a sub thing?” Jamie tried to excuse. “Worrying about what comes next when there’s no need, I mean. If I had any sense I’d just sit back and enjoy the weekend, right? I—”
“I don’t know,” Darren mused, apparently more than half to himself. “I’d have thought it was more a dom thing, myself.”
“A dom thing?” Jamie repeated blankly.
Darren seemed to look over Jamie’s shoulder and far off into the distance. “Yes. Because, I’ve never felt the least bit submissive to anyone—but when I was sitting in that bar downstairs, wondering if you were going to come down wearing my collar or not, I was seriously bricking it.”
Jamie opened and closed his mouth. It was lucky Darren wasn’t looking directly at him then, because he doubted the fish impression looked good on him.
“And when you walked into the room with a bare neck…” Darren shook his head. “It was all I could do not to try to put my fist through the bar—anything to let out the way I felt.”
Jamie’s lips came together. He smiled slightly, loving Darren just a little bit more, because he was going so far out of his way to make him feel better about being an idiot. If any man was ever lucky enough to get Darren as a real master, Jamie just hoped like hell he realized what a catch he was getting.
“Or maybe it’s a love thing?” Darren said, in that same thoughtful tone of voice.
Jamie’s eyes opened very wide.
Suddenly, Darren’s complete attention was fixed on him. Their gazes met, and Jamie was helpless to look away.
“Are you telling me that you really think this was just a dirty weekend for either of us? If all we wanted to do was get laid, Jamie, we could have just gone back to one of our flats weeks ago.”
“My downstairs neighbors would have had a fit if they heard me getting whipped,” Jamie blurted out. Well aware that it was a stupid thing to say, he still couldn’t stop the words leaving his mouth.
“That settles it then,” Darren said, his voice so strong, so confident about everything in the damn world.
If nothing else, Jamie was more than willing to believe that ability was a dom thing. He didn’t feel sure about anything that was happening inside his own head, let alone outside it. He’d never felt less settled in his life. “It does?” he asked.
“When the time is right for us both, you’ll be moving in with me, not the other way around,” Darren informed him.
Jamie just blinked at him. “I will.”
“I’ve got thick walls, and my neighbors don’t give a damn about anyone but themselves.”
An unexpected burst of relieved laughter escaped from Jamie’s lips. He lifted his hand and put it over his mouth, but it was too late to silence it.
But that didn’t matter because, when their eyes met, Darren was smiling down at him, looking very pleased with both himself and his submissive.
Dropping his hand back to his side, Jamie bowed his head and let his forehead come to rest on Darren’s shoulder. He felt so good, his head was spinning. The solid mass of muscle his lover represented was reassuring. If he did make more of a fool of himself than ever and pass out, Jamie had no doubt that Darren would catch him.
“You know, if you’re trying to think of something suitable to say, you could say that you love me, too,” Darren whispered in his ear.
Jamie lifted his head and looked the other man in the eye—suddenly, that was an easy thing to do. There was just a touch more emotion in the dark green gaze than he’d expected to see, a few more tiny creases around the corners of Darren’s eyes than could be explained away by the bright sunlight.
“Bricking it,” Jamie murmured to himself. Somehow, his lover’s admission stopped being something he’d said just to make Jamie feel better. He didn’t even realize he’d said the words aloud until Darren raised an eyebrow at him.
“Careful pet. Remember how many spanking paddles and whips you packed before you decide to try to get bratty with me at the worst possible moment.”
A touch of color rushed to Jamie’s cheeks, but not too much—most of his blood had already been diverted directly to his cock.
“I do love you,” he whispered. “I didn’t realize how much until we came out here, but I do.”
“Good boy,” Darren said, all his previous confidence rushing back into his voice as if it had never been away. “And I love you, too.”
Jamie smiled until a tug against his hips pulled him forward. His expression turned serious as their naked bodies were pressed tightly together. Darren was already hard again, and the world was just a little bit more perfect because of that.
As their lips brushed against each other’s mouths, one of Darren’s hands slid into Jamie’s hair and demanded that he hold his head at the exact angle his master wanted.
“What are you thinking now?” Darren murmured against his lips, when he finally pulled back just a fraction of an inch.
“Damn, but it was worth dragging that bloody stupid suitcase here!” Jamie replied with complete, if somewhat badly timed, honesty.
Darren grinned down at him. “It’s a good suitcase,” he agreed. “A bloody fantastic suitcase. And we still have a few hours to find out what else you stowed away in there.”
Wrapping his hand around Jamie’s wrist, Darren damn near dragged him back into the hotel room. Jamie’s grin didn’t subside in the slightest. As Jamie tumbled onto the bed, Darren was already unzipping the suitcase.
About the Author
Kim Dare is a twenty-eight year old full time writer from Wales (UK).
First published in December 2008, Kim has since released over fifty BDSM erotic romances. That means that well over one hundred characters have chattered away inside her head during that time—and that’s not even taking into account the fact that there are over three times that number of people clamoring in the wings for a chance to tell their stories. It’s no wonder she loses track of what’s happening in the “real” world at times…
While Kim’s stories range over male/male, male/female and all kinds of ménage relationships and have included vampires, time travelers, shape-shifters and fairytale re-tellings, they all have three things in common—kink, love and a happy ending.
Kim loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.kimdare.com.
Kim Dare’s Rawlings Men
Series, Now Available at Resplendence Publishing
Handcuffs and Leather
All Constable Hadley wants to do is put the last few weeks behind him. As if being taken hostage wasn’t bad enough, he’s had to deal with all the stupid publicity that’s surrounded him ever since. And the fact that he hasn’t slept since that night isn’t helping him feel any better about the world, either.
The last thing Hadley needs is a shrink wandering around inside his head trying to dig up all his dirty little secrets. When he finds out he’s being sent to Dr. Rawlings—the man he’s had a crush on for months—Hadley knows his life has finally hit rock bottom.
The only thing that could make things worse for Hadley would be Dr. Rawlings finding out how he feels about him. But fate wouldn’t be that cruel to him—would it?
Handcuffs and Glory Holes
Police Sergeant Conrad
Rawlings likes glory holes. As a dominant who’s never learned how to feel casual about even the most fleeting hook up, he’s learned to cherish the complete anonymity they provide. Still, when he hears a cubicle door open as he leaves the back room of a club, he can’t quite help looking over his shoulder.
Submissive Willis Evans doesn’t know why his master ordered him to make sure the stranger from the glory hole sees his face before he leaves the club, but he knows the price for disobedience. Willis does as he’s told. The moment their eyes meet, he can’t help but hope he’ll be allowed to see the other man again.
They are going to meet again, but it won’t be under conditions either of them could predict. Willis’ master has a plan—one which could easily break them both.
Handcuffs and Headlocks
Undercover police officer Ed Rawlings isn’t just good at his job—he’s bloody fantastic at it. But there is such a thing as being too good at playing pretend. When reality refuses to come back, even when he’s off duty, something has to change for the hyperactive submissive. Could a no nonsense master be exactly who he needs to help him make those changes?
Derby FitzGerald doesn’t do pretend. Losing track of reality when you’re teaching martial arts would be bound to get very painful, very quickly. But maybe there’s such a thing as taking life too seriously too. Could a confused cop be precisely the right person to remind him of that?
Handcuffs and Trouble
As the newest constable in the station, Trent Rawlings isn’t entirely surprised to find himself being hazed by the other cops. Determined not to make any more of a fool of himself than is absolutely necessary, he’s merely biding his time and going through the motions until he gets to the punch line. It has to be a hazing. If it’s not, he’s in real trouble.
Kieran Osmond doesn’t know what the hell the little fool thinks he’s doing, stumbling into the middle of an undercover operation. All Kieran knows is that he has to rescue the younger man before he gets them both killed. Luckily for them both, Trent seems to be good at obeying orders and following a more dominant man’s lead. He may even be too good at it for Kieran’s peace of mind.
Maybe Trent isn’t the only man who’s in trouble...
Handcuffs and Spreader Bars
Harland Rawlings might have chosen to be a scene of crime officer rather than a “proper” policeman like so many of the men in his family, but that doesn’t mean he can’t hold his own with any cop who comes his way. Any evidence belongs to him until he says otherwise, and if a sergeant manages to roll around in evidence while tackling a suspect, then that man belongs to him until Harland has finished with him.
Detective Sergeant Alasdair Grant doesn’t have good luck with men. He resigned himself to that fact after his ex turned out to be the worst kind of sadist, so he’s not best pleased when being processed by Harland gets him hot and hard and he has no way to hide it. When Harland offers to fetch a spreader bar if he doesn’t stop wriggling, he knows the other man is merely laughing at his expense. There’s no way the scene of crime officer could know how much Alasdair liked the idea.
Harland can’t work out why Alasdair keeps blowing hot and cold, flirting one minute and running away the next. All he knows is that for some reason, even after the other man stopped being evidence, Harland can’t stop thinking of Alasdair as belonging to him…
Handcuffs and Ball Gags
Police constable Andrew Rawlings is used to getting heckled while trying to maintain law and order at environmental protests. He’s not so keen on the guy shouting the insults being his flatmate, Ben. A protest is no place for a well-mannered school teacher, even if the guy is built like an ox. That’s why Andrew expressly forbade Ben from attending it, and Andrew isn’t used to his commands being disobeyed.
Ben has had enough of being bossed around by his best friend. He’s a grown man. If he wants to protest against the new motorway, he will. And, if Andy Rawlings doesn’t like it, well, he’ll just have to step up to the plate and start playing the dominant role full time, not just whenever it suits him.
Nudity, spanking and ball gags—the punishment for civil disobedience has never been so much fun.
Handcuffs and Megabytes
Mike Shane’s an old fashioned kind of cop. To his mind, police work should be all about pounding the pavements, interrogating suspects and following leads. It should not involve hours spent sitting at a desk staring at a computer screen. When he’s seconded to a computer crimes task force, he’s dreading spending all his time surrounded by computers and computer geeks.
Carl Rawlings is no geek. With a body full of tattoos and piercings, along with a new found interest in anything and everything kinky, he’s not your average cop—or your average computer expert either. Immediately drawn to the other man’s old school style of dominance, he quickly decides that teaching Mike all about the new program he’s developed won’t be so bad after all, but who knows what Mike may teach him in return?
Handcuffs and Pretty Things
Almost every man in the Rawlings family is a cop. Almost. Dane Rawlings likes the finer things in life. As a successful antiques dealer, imposing law and order upon society isn’t one of his main concerns. But that doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate the appeal of a man with handcuffs.
Ross O’Sullivan has worked with lots of Rawlings men, none of them prepared him for Dane. When he’s asked to babysit a Rawlings outside a suspected arson attack, he expects his charge to be tall, dark and handsome. A petite, delicate and pretty Rawlings comes as a shock, and it’s not the only shock Dane has in store for him.
Also Available from
Resplendence Publishing
Sealing the Deal by Kim Dare
Sex Sells Series, Book 1
Toby Garland understands contracts. As the best contract negotiator in the city, he’s built his life and his livelihood around his ability to push through any contract and seal any deal. All that amounts to nothing when Hudson Scott, the man he’s been fantasizing about for the last three months, offers him a BDSM slave contract in the middle of an office party.
Faced with the most important negotiation he will ever undertake, all Toby has to do is think clearly and treat it like any other contract he’s worked on. But it’s not that simple. This isn’t just any contract. Hudson isn’t just any dominant. And thinking clearly through a sea of arousal and submission has never been Toby’s strongest point.
In the Shadow of a Hero by Anna Mayle
A cop dies in the city, life goes on. For one little boy, though, it changed everything. Haunted by his past, Maxwell Thomas has grown up homeless and friendless, trapped by his guilt. Prowling the city, the small man guards the Church District like a vigilante, trying to make up for his crime. When he rescues the wrong rent boy, he is pulled back into the madness that destroyed him as a child. And now, another cop's life is on the line...
Nick Kenna is a beat cop with dreams of being a detective. When he stumbles across a murder and the very unusual suspect, he finds himself caught, not only by the mystery of the vagrant he's apprehended, but something deeper that sparks between them.
Will Nick be able to save Maxwell, from his past and himself? Or will love be lost as the broken man fades into the shadow of his hero?
Backing Brian by Cheryl Dragon
Once a Texan, always a Texan and Brian Beaumont has come back home to open his high-end western wear shop. Not everyone is thrilled with the gay son of a Texas millionaire opening a clothing store. Lucky for Brian, his new brother-in-law sends protection from Raider’s Bodyguard Service. If only Brian could resist the hunky muscled Texas native assigned to guard his body day and night.
Jones never wanted to go back to Texas. He left at eighteen for many reasons, but his career is more important than the demons of his past. Always a professional, he meets his match in the tempting Brian. The line between business and pleasure vanishes when their mutual love of sex, rope and power play takes over.
The Mark of Cain by C
ash Cole
After a night of hot sex with an elusive Native American, Gage is left with a bullet wound and a scarred shoulder from where a panther slashed him. The New Orleans police tell Gage that his lover morphing from man to beast is highly improbable and that whoever broke into his hotel room left no trace evidence, but Gage knows he hasn’t imagined any of this. He starts with the only clue he has, the name of a town in Oklahoma where his lover said he was born. But can he track down sexy Cain, who is in witness protection, before the assassins find and kill them both?
Possession by SW Vaughn
Devlin Island Series: Book One
Sully Shaw is one of three – a coven of gay male witches on Devlin Island, charged with protecting the place from the ancient gate between worlds, deep in the woods, that sometimes lets evil things escape. Sully’s job is to banish demons and spirits – which works for him, because after his last disastrous relationship, he’d rather not deal with people. Until a gorgeous stranger crashes on his private beach and needs his help.
Troy Landry was just out for a vacation, and maybe a fling, on Devlin Island. What he didn’t bargain for was crashing his boat on the beach, finding a hot naked man who claims to be a witch, and getting possessed by a demon who takes over his body when he falls asleep. The demon can’t be driven out until dawn – so Troy and Sully have to stay awake all night long. Lots of sex helps. But when they start falling for each other, incredible sex might not be enough to overcome Troy’s insecurities, Sully’s past trauma, and a demon bent on releasing its brethren and killing any mortal who stands in its way.