by Pandora Pine
“Oh. I see.” Ronan’s dark eyes lost focus.
“Jesus Christ you two! Get a fucking room!” An angry voice shouted out.
Ronan blushed, turning to see who was yelling. “Happy New Year, Commissioner!”
Ten wouldn’t have cared if the President of the United States had caught them with Ronan’s hand on his dick. He needed to get his husband out of this room and onto his knees. Pronto.
“Come with me.” Ronan grabbed Ten’s hand and dragged him deeper into the dressing room. He pushed through a set of double doors and stopped in front of a large elevator. Ronan pressed the up button.
“What’s this?” Ten asked when the large doors opened to reveal a huge elevator car.
“Freight elevator.” Ronan hit the button for the top floor. “There was supposed to be a huge party up here tonight but it got cancelled when the office came down with the flu. The room’s empty.” He waggled his eyebrows and kissed Tennyson hard.
Ten slid his hands down Ronan’s smooth chest. “This is new.”
“Do you like it? It was Jude’s idea. He wanted to oil me up too, but I drew the line at getting spray-tanned.”
Ten petted Ronan’s chest again. He’d always been a fan of the light dusting of fur his husband sported, but he had to admit this was hot. “Maybe we’ll keep it like this for a while, hmm?”
“Whatever you want, Nostradamus.” Ronan nibbled his way down Ten’s throat, unbuttoning his grey shirt as he went.
The elevator pinged and opened on the top floor. Scooping Tennyson into his arms, Ronan carried him into the darkened ballroom. The only illumination in the room was coming from the lights of other buildings nearby.
“Where are you taking me?” Ten whispered against Ronan’s ear.
“East!” Ronan laughed.
Looking around the ballroom, Tennyson saw the entire top floor was open with no walls, and floor to ceiling windows. There were also tables set all over the room for the New Year’s Eve party that wasn’t. “How the hell do you know which way is east?”
“Easy, just look for the airport.” Setting Tennyson down in front of a bank of windows. Ronan pointed down.
Not an expert on Boston geography, even Tennyson knew Logan Airport when he saw it. Ronan’s hands were all over him a second later, peeling off his suit jacket and then going for the rest of the buttons of his shirt. All the while, Ronan was kissing and nibbling every inch of skin he could get his teeth and tongue on.
Before Tennyson knew what was happening, Ronan was down on his knees in front of him, working his suit pants down over his drooling cock. A moment later, Tennyson was gloriously naked.
Ronan’s tongue slid slowly over his bottom lip. “So, you liked what you saw, huh?” Ronan licked out at the head of Ten’s cock, slurping at the free-flowing pre-come.
“Fuck yes!” Ten’s hands made their way into Ronan’s silky hair. “You need to dance like that for me more often. Maybe I’ll even find some money in the budget for a lap dance fund.”
“I’m not opposed to earning a little extra money on the side.” Winking, Ronan took one of Ten’s balls into his mouth, giving the sac a good soaking before moving on to the second one. “Were you jealous that everyone else was cheering for me?” Ronan asked before taking Tennyson’s length deep.
How was he supposed to answer that question with Ronan sucking him off like that? Ten managed to nod his head. “They all wanted you.”
Ronan’s dark eyes glowed. “But only you get me.” He climbed back to his feet. “How are we gonna make that happen, Ten? All I’ve been thinking about all night is fucking you.”
Jesus Christ, Ten felt his knees start to give. He hoped his husband always had the power to make him weak in the knees. “Lube in my wallet.”
Ronan slapped Ten’s bare ass. “You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you? That watching me dance was going to make you all hot and bothered.” He slipped out of his glittery boy shorts, giving his cock a few slow tugs.
“Jesus, Ronan, the way you moved out there tonight. You were pure sex on legs. It was all I could do to keep my hands off my own dick every time you grabbed yours.”
“I had a feeling you’d like that.” Ronan grabbed Ten’s pants from the floor and fished out his wallet. Flipping it open, he pulled out the packet of lube. “I married a brilliant man.”
Ten grinned, taking the lube from Ronan. Opening the packet, he greased his fingers and slid them down Ronan’s cock, milking drops of pre-come from it on the way back up. “Everyone wanted to get their hands on this tonight, but it’s all mine.”
“Up against the window!” Ronan half-growled. He snatched the lube from Ten, slicking his first two fingers with it.
“Ronan? Won’t people see me?” Ten sounded worried, but in truth he couldn’t care less. All that mattered now was his husband fucking him, long and hard. He placed both hands against the glass, more than shoulder’s length apart, all the while spreading his legs.
Pressing a cool finger against Ten’s hole, Ronan slipped inside his dark passage. “No way, babe. No one will be looking at you. They’ll all be looking east.”
“You keep talking about something in the east. It’s almost midnight. There are like six hours until sunrise.” What the hell was Ronan talking about?
Ronan added a second finger to Ten’s passage. “Fireworks,” he whispered, finger fucking his husband’s snug passage. His thick fingers were scissoring back and forth, working Ten open.
Moaning when Ronan grazed over his prostate, Ten’s fingers dug against the glass, squeaking as they slid against the smooth surface. “It’s always like this with you.”
Chuckling against the warm skin of Ten’s neck, Ronan lined his cock up with his husband’s loosened hole. “No, look!”
Icy blue fireworks lit up the sky over Boston Harbor just as Ronan pressed forward.
Ten hissed with the burn of his husband’s cock. He cried out, again trying to dig against the glass for something to hold on to, but his fingers only slid uselessly against the pane. All he could do was stare at the colorful bursts of light while Ronan pushed forward, invading his body until he finally bottomed out. “It’s not every day that you’re fucking is so good that it triggers fireworks.”
Ten would have laughed if Ronan hadn’t lifted his right leg off the floor. Hooking it over his arm, Ronan braced himself against the window and started fucking Ten harder. “Damn, look at you taking all of me like a fucking ballerina against the glass.”
“Jesus, Ronan!” Ten gasped. He was flush against the window, his dick trapped between the cool glass and his hot stomach. The yoga classes he was attending were really paying off, otherwise, Ten wouldn’t be able to handle this position or the way Ronan was hammering into him from behind. Every thrust had him seeing stars, his own fireworks display, courtesy of his husband’s magical dick. “Fuck me harder,” Ten gasped, knowing those were words guaranteed to make Ronan lose control.
“So damn tight,” Ronan panted. His left hand came off the glass to wrap around Ten’s right shoulder. His head rested in the curve of his shoulder as his thrusts sped up.
Ten couldn’t ever remember Ronan giving it to him like this before. Frenzied, but passionate all at the same time. Tiny pinpricks of pain at the back of his neck let Ten know Ronan was nibbling on him.
Bright, white bursts filled the winter sky. “Close, babe,” Ronan gritted out. “Come with me!” he demanded.
Ten didn’t know if he was close or not. Between the pounding he was taking and the way his dick was getting friction from the glass and his stomach, he didn’t know if he was coming or going. Ronan angling his hips a tiny bit to the left settled the matter for him. Sparks flew through his entire body as thrust after thrust was now angled directly at his prostate. “Ronan!” Ten bellowed.
“Coming, Ten!” Ronan shouted.
Ten didn’t have the strength to cry out. He could feel his hot release coating his dick a
nd his stomach while Ronan’s cock was jerking deep inside of him. His husband kept yelling his name until his dick dribbled its last drops. Ronan’s hips stilled and he released Ten’s leg.
Ronan wrapped his arms around Ten and pulled him back from the window. “That was amazing.”
“This whole night has been amazing. Your performance, your encore, the fireworks.” Ten wrapped his arms around Ronan’s.
“Speaking of fireworks, we need to get back down there for Jude’s act.” Ronan snorted.
“Why is that?” Ten couldn’t wait to hear this one.
“Rumor has it he’s going full monty at the end.” Smacking a messy kiss to the side of Tennyson’s head, Ronan reached for his boy shorts in the pile of discarded clothes.
“Hold on a minute! You’re wanting to rush out of here and miss the fireworks finale so you can see Jude’s dick?” Ronan better have a really good answer or he was going to end up sleeping in the fucking lobby of the hotel tonight.
“Fuck, no!” Ronan shook his head. “I want to see the fireworks that go off when the horny old ladies in the front row see Jude’s dick. They’re liable to chase him all the way down the Freedom Trail.”
Tennyson burst out laughing. He should have known it was something like that. “I can’t imagine Fitzgibbon’s going to be thrilled with Jude’s nightstick on full display.” Ten zipped his pants and reached down for his shirt.
“You’d be surprised. This is for charity, remember?” Ronan moved in close to help button Ten’s shirt.
“Happy New Year, Ronan!” Ten wrapped his arms around Ronan’s neck.
Grinning, Ronan looked up from Ten’s shirt. “Right back at you, Ten. It’s going to be the best year yet.”
Brushing a kiss against Ronan’s lips, Tennyson hoped he was right.
IF YOU ENJOYED MEETING COLD CASE DETECTIVE RONAN O’MARA AND PSYCHIC TENNYSON GRIMM, GO BACK TO WHERE IT ALL BEGAN WITH BOOK ONE IN THE COLD CASE PSYCHIC SERIES WITH DEAD SPEAK!
Demoted to the cold case squad after shooting a suspect in the line of duty, Detective Ronan O’Mara knows that his career with the Boston Police Department is hanging by a thread. His first assignment is the case of Michael Frye, a five-year-old boy who has been missing for seven years. With no new leads or witnesses to interview, Ronan has to start from scratch to solve this mystery. When he sees a handsome local psychic on television, Ronan figures he’s got nothing to lose in enlisting the man’s help to find Michael.
Psychic Tennyson Grimm is riding high after helping South Shore cops find a missing child. He’s even being courted by the Reality Show Network about a program showcasing his abilities. He has no idea that his midday appointment with a customer, who instead turns out to be a police detective, is going to change the course of his life and his career.
With the blessing of the BPD, which badly needs an image make-over, Ronan is allowed to bring Tennyson in to assist with the Frye case. Being thrown together in front of cameras is never easy, but add in an emotional missing person’s investigation, a tight-lipped spirit, and a cop who’s a skeptic, and it definitely puts a strain on both men and their working relationship.
When the child’s body is found, the work to identify his killer begins. As Ronan and Tennyson get closer to solving the case, the initial attraction they feel for one another explodes into a passion neither man can contain.
Will working together to bring Michael’s killer to justice seal their fledgling bond, or will unexpected revelations in the case tear them apart forever?
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IF YOU ENJOYED MEETING P.I. JUDE BYRNE, THE FIRST BOOK IN THE HAUNTED SOULS SERI, ES, GHOST OF HIMSELF IS AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER NOW AND WILL PUBLISH ON JANUARY 8, 2019.
When a reclusive psychic shows up looking for Jude Byrne in his adopted hometown of Salem, Massachusetts, the private investigator’s walls go up instantly. Psychic or not, this mysterious man knows secrets about Jude’s past that are better left buried in the New Mexico desert. Stranger still is the personality change that comes over the flirty P.I. after he meets the newcomer.
Psychic Copeland Forbes is a man on the edge. The once popular and well-respected medium has lived in seclusion since an attack by a former student has shaken his confidence in his abilities. Sickened by an ailment no doctor can diagnose, he travels from his home in Louisiana to seek out the one man he believes he can help him, if the rumors are true.
Faced with an enemy possessing powers greater than either man has ever faced alone, will Jude and Copeland decide to work together to defeat this dark magick? Or will both men continue on as they are now, ghosts of themselves?
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Cold Case Detective, Ronan O’Mara is stunned to see the breaking news that a well-known mobster he helped to put behind bars, Vito “The Dragon” Dragonni, has been released from prison after his life sentence is overturned on a technicality. When prominent members involved in the original case against The Dragon start turning up dead, Ronan starts to wonder if he’s next.
Psychic, Tennyson Grimm starts having visions of dead men with The Dragon’s signature kill shot: two bullet holes to the forehead. The men in the visions are strangers, but when he learns from an undercover agent that Dragonni has compiled a hit list with Ronan and his ex-partner, Tony, at the top, he fears a day will come when he recognizes the murder victim in his vision.
Tony Abruzzi has been a broken man since the tragic death of his adopted son, Mark. Refusing the offer of protective custody until Dragonni and his hit squad are off the streets, he seems to be daring the mobster to come after him. Despite the fact that they’ve been estranged since the case that cost Tony’s son his life, Ronan decides to stick to his former partner’s side as his personal bodyguard, whether Tony wants his help or not.
Can Ronan and Tony find a way to work together to stop The Dragon before he can cross more names off his hit list or are both detectives dead men walking?
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Dead Reckoning
Dead Silent
Dead Weight
Dead to Me
Dead Ringer
Dead in the Water
Dead of Night
Dead Man Walking
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Beyond the Grave
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Blood Song
That Old Magic
Hunter’s Curse
Merry and Bright
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Haunted Souls
Ghost of Himself
Sand Dollar Shoal Series
Undercurrent
Riptide
Deep Blue
Storm Surge
Reading, Writing, and Romance Series
A Little Love
A Little Lesson
A Little Luck
On The Radio Series
Pillow Talk
Double Talk
Country Talk
Student Bodies Series
Like the Knight
In the Shade
Do No Harm
Brick and Mortar
All Fall Down
Ties That Bind
Third and Long
Across the Pond
Happily Ever After
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