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Friday, November 30, 2012

Christmas Blog Hop

I love the holidays. RJ Scott is hosing a holiday blog hop, click here for the other hoppers.
Remember to leave a comment to win one a book from my back list.

This year we are celebrating Christmas at the beach, our first holiday season here. So the beach may not seem like the most holiday centric place, but we're making the most of it. Nothing says Christmas like a nice suntan on the beach. Yes, dressing in our swimsuits and getting a tan is the type of Christmas activity that I'm getting into now. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt while applying sunblock is my new Christmas tradition. A nice crab boil and a sweet set of oysters roasting instead of chestnuts is what we'll be doing this year. Instead of a Christmas tree decorating the lawn, we'll have palm trees. Oranges are in season, so I think fresh oranges will be on our new list of traditions.

Really Christmas is what you make it. Adam, Mike and Nick have a heartwarming Christmas together, their first. Find out what happens to them in Push.

Blurb: Nick can't find the key to unlock his partner Mike's emotionless cage. Nick risks their relationship by bringing an erotic stranger into their bed, a one night stand of sensuality the duo has been starving for.

Adam isn't looking for commitment or conversation over morning coffee. For the past eleven years, he's been committed twenty-four/seven to raising his dead brother's children, and he just needs to break free for a night. Just one night. That's all. Dawn brings more than a new day for each of them.

Excerpt: 

Chapter One

The water turned off, signaling the end of Mike's shower. Nick sighed. There were things left unsaid, always had been between them. From the first time they'd been together, Mike had erected a wall Nick knew not to cross. They didn't speak of feelings, nor did they do the emotional thing. One place they worked well together was in bed and if they added a third to their mix, their connection was even better, allowing Mike to open to Nick's emotions.
He'd wanted to say something about the man to Mike the first day he'd seen him but their meetings were packed at the beginning of the week. As the week progressed, they had tapered off. With only one meeting this afternoon, at three, it left him free to do as he pleased.
Mike came out of the bathroom, his dark skin still moist with water he hadn't toweled off. His hair was cropped close to his head and his jaw cleanly shaven. He looked good, like a dark Adonis ready for battle. Thick, corded muscles bunched at his shoulders, leaving Nick full of lust. Nick rolled over, tucking one knee under the sheets and hugging a pillow tight, wishing Mike was still in bed with him. "You sure you don't need me to come with you this morning?"
"No, I'm good. Go have fun. We'll be leaving San Francisco soon."
"I saw someone you would like."
Mike turned to stare at him, his dark eyes narrowed. He breathed in deeply, emphasizing his muscled pecs. Nick sighed, wondering if they would ever progress past this stage and take things further. They lived together for convenience; Mike made sure Nick understood that completely. Any time emotions came into play, Mike shut down. The only time Mike had come close to being emotional was when they'd had Derek, the last guy they'd asked to join in on the fun. But Derek hadn't lasted.
"Really?" Mike asked.
"Yeah. Pale, dark hair. Beautiful. He'd look good against your black skin."
"Where?"
"Down by the bridge."
Mike pulled on briefs and slacks, zipping and buttoning them. "Think you'll see him today?"
"No clue, but if I did, would you want me to approach him?"
"Damn, I wish I could go with you today. I would love to see him."
Nick smiled up at Mike and rolled onto his back, deliberately tempting Mike with his exposed body. "So, if I ask him for a date, will you be okay with that?"
"Yeah, as long as I get to come."
Nick grinned as he sat up and grabbed hold of Mike's waistband. "I'll make sure you come, don't worry about that."
Mike growled playfully and tugged Nick up, brushing his lips over Nick's jaw and squeezing his ass with his hands. "I have to leave in five minutes and you start this now. I should bend you over and fuck you hard."
"Anytime you want, my ass is yours."
Mike kissed him deeply, leaving him breathless and needy. If only Mike would say the words, then maybe he wouldn't feel lost in this relationship. It could be worse; he could be dating a jerk. At least they were comfortable with each other.
Nick reluctantly let Mike leave, then showered and dressed quickly. He used a series of busses to make his way to Crissy Fields near the Golden Gate Bridge. If he didn't see the guy today, life would still be okay. At least he'd tried.
He sat on a bench near the park entrance for thirty minutes, knowing he needed to give up the hunt for the beautiful man with long dark hair and pale skin. But the smooth red lips and lithe body had enticed him.
Five more minutes passed and Nick decided to stop waiting for the guy. He walked toward the stairs leading up to the bridge. He and Mike would leave in two days, heading home to Tennessee. This would probably be his last chance to see the man. Nick sighed and looked back over the bay, wishing he had more time in the city. He loved San Francisco, the cute shops, the beautiful building, and the enchanting wharf. Maybe he and Mike could take their vacation here next year too.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a flash of black. He turned hopefully, searching for anyone with long dark hair. He saw someone, but it wasn't him, only someone who looked like his fantasy man. Defeated, he spun around and almost ran into the man he'd been looking for. Nick took a moment to recover before following the beautiful seraph he hoped might become their third. Nick moved closer, keeping his gaze on the man.
Before entering the small coffee shop, the stranger stopped and lifted his face to the sky. Nick saw his chest rise and fall as he took in a deep breath. Fog swirled in the air. The familiar red tops of the bridge were obscured and soft light filtered through, giving the man an ethereal glow. Beautiful. Nick thrilled at the sight, and then winced as thick denim confined his rapidly hardening dick. Now that he'd found the guy, everything seemed perfect for Nick to make his move. The weather, the Warming Hut, and his desire felt right and pushed him forward, ready to take a chance and talk to the beautiful stranger.
The man opened the door to the Warming Hut and Nick reached around, catching it, holding it open. The stranger turned and their gazes locked. Surprise shone in a pair of jade green eyes and the two men stood still for a moment, staring at each other. The stranger's cheeks flushed and his gaze crept lower to Nick's lips. Nick's dick pulsed painfully and his balls drew up close to his body at the blatant display of interest. Leaning in and kissing him now would be wrong, but he wanted to possess this man, marking the pale skin with love bites as he claimed that perfect body as his own. Slow down there, buddy. Nick calmed his racing heart, breathing in deeply so he didn't do anything stupid.
"Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee or something?" Nick asked boldly.
The stranger smiled before he glanced away. "Sure," he replied as he snuck another look at Nick.
His voice slid over Nick like a silk scarf, wrapping him in warmth. Not having this man would be a tragedy. He might not go for Nick's type of arrangement, but he prayed this stranger would want to join in. Blurting the plan out all at once would ruin any chance he had, so he'd go slow, dropping bits and pieces along the way.
Nick stepped into the Warming Hut, brushing past the man. When he faced the stranger again, he held out his hand, offering a friendly handshake. Excitement skittered around his belly as their hands connected. The stranger's eyes widened a bit and the pulse point in his neck fluttered. Had he experienced the same thrill as Nick? "How about we get a cup and go up to the bridge together?" Nick asked, wanting to spend as much time with this man as possible.
The green eyes creased in the corners as he studied Nick. They were still connected, neither of them dropping the other's hand. The wind blew through the door, rattling the wind chimes hung over the curio shop desk. The man took a step toward Nick, allowing the door to shut.
"Say yes," Nick begged, unable to hold back. God, he wanted this man too much.
They were standing only inches away from each other, close enough that Nick felt warm breath on his neck, sending desire straight to his cock. The scent of chocolate and coffee wafted around them, heightening the experience.
"I'd love to."
Yes! Nick wanted to shout, but he didn't. "By the way, my name is Nick, Nick Blakewood."
"Adam Simons."
"Adam. I like that." Desire to hold Adam tight and whisper his name filled Nick. Better yet, the thought of Mike holding Adam while Nick ran his tongue over the curve of this guy's ass stimulated him beyond reason.
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Thursday, November 29, 2012

Time Warner Cable Customer Service Failure


When Social Media works for customer service. On Friday, November 23 we experienced an entire shut down of our Internet and phone service for more than ten minutes. We didn't think anything of it. The Internet worked for the most part on Saturday and for some of the day on Sunday. Then it was gone, both the phone and the Internet useless. On Monday we called Time Warner. They sent someone out on Tuesday, then Wednesday nothing happened. Finally, when we were absolutely frustrated and ready to scream, both my husband and I started tweeting about Time Warner's lack of customer service. By Thursday morning we were connected with Time Warner's help account, @TWCableHelp, and suddenly things were happening. By noon our service was fixed, though it did go down again for a bit but as of right now, it's back up and working.

Why did it take getting onto Twitter to hash our out grievances just to get the Internet and phone working? We did all the things you were supposed to do to get TWC out to fix our problem but none of the proper channels worked. Has customer service fallen so far that only those who throw a fit get help? Of course we didn't throw much of a fit, just 3 tweets between the two of us, mild compared to some Internet fits I've seen. I hate taking our customer service issues to Twitter and honestly, I shouldn't have too. True, we are canceling our TWC account in December. We are moving to a neighborhood that isn't serviced by TWC so it's not like we had any choice in canceling our account. I wonder if TWC decided to not help us, thinking that we're a lost account so who gives a flip if we have the services we are paying for.

We already have enough stress in our lives with the impending move, our jobs, kids, dogs, and all the various other things that make up life. Having to borrow Internet service from our neighbors, praying that it worked (which it only did 25% of the time) while we submitted projects, waited on important emails and tried to make business calls wore us both down. Thank God we have Starbucks on Island so we were able to find a place to work. That TWC took more than one day, more than two days and more than three days, only fixing the problem once we took is public is shameful. That we didn't see a fix to the problem until after we publically tweeted speaks volumes about how disrespectful TWC treats it's customers.

First part of Over the Road by Patricia Logan


Patricia brings back the boys in Over the Road. I love Kyle, Ryan and Trace. You read them in Hot Summer Fun, now see what they are up to in Winter Heat. Purchase Winter Heat at Amazon, ARE

Over the Road
By Patricia Logan


Chapter One


“Have you ever been skiing?” Kyle Kincaid was stretched out naked, on the bed between his two lovers, Trace Martin and Ryan Harris. Trace’s large palm was making a slow journey up and over the curves of Kyle’s ass. Trace stopped and lingered on the tattoo of an American flag that he had on the small of his back. All three men had gotten the tattoo just a month ago, a symbol of their patriotism and connection to each other.
“I haven’t been and with this, I doubt I’d do very well; depth perception and all of that.” Trace indicated the black eye patch that he wore over the empty eye socket on the left side of his face. He’d been tortured in an Iraqi prison camp, four years before.
“Aw, come on Trace, be a trooper. I’ve never been skiing either and we can learn together.” Ryan reached out and put his hand over Trace’s on Kyle’s back and smiled that devilish grin that did Trace in, every time. Just when he got serious about something, Ryan’s bubbly nature would bring him right out of it.
“Come here!” The big warrior reached right over Kyle’s back and pulled Ryan toward him. The three ended up in a tangled heap on Kyle’s bed, laughing as Ryan turned the moment into a tickle party.
“Stop it! Stop it!” Trace gasped as Kyle joined in on the attack. His deep laughter filled the room. He picked Ryan up and tossed the much smaller man across the bed where he landed, giggling uncontrollably.
“Hey watch out,” Kyle yelled as Trace made a move for his waist where he knew Kyle was the most ticklish. “Help me Ryan!” Kyle managed to gasp before he burst into laughter, fighting Trace with all his might. The gorgeous blond flipped onto all fours straddling Trace and holding his forearms to keep the tickle-fingers away. In that second, as Trace was flat on his back, giggling and struggling, he looked into Kyle’s stunning face and his cock went hard. Kyle must have recognized the look in Trace’s eye because he immediately stopped resisting and ground his own groin against Trace’s cock.
“Uh oh, looks like the tickle party is over,” Trace heard Ryan’s comment but he couldn’t look away from Kyle; the beautiful blond’s clear blue eyes held him captive.
“I have another type of party planned,” Kyle growled.
“Ooh, feeling toppy, Master Kyle?” Trace asked with a grin. When wasn’t Kyle feeling toppy? He recognized the look in Kyle’s eyes immediately. Kyle was as much a top as their little Irish lover Ryan, was a bottom. The black haired man in question crawled across the bed and Trace watched him slip his arms around Kyle and reach for his pierced nipples. Kyle groaned and leaned back against him as Ryan pinched and tugged. Trace was a voyeur; they all were in truth, loving to watch it when the other two got into it together.
“Can I watch while you fuck Trace?” Ryan whispered into Kyle’s ear, loud enough for Trace to hear.
“Mm,” Kyle moaned as Ryan nibbled his earlobe.
“You’d like to watch me fuck our warrior?” Kyle growled as he began to pant in arousal.
“You know I would,” Ryan answered.
“Well what about you Ryan? Who’s gonna take care of my twink?”
“Oh, I’ll be busy, right here.” Trace watched as one of Ryan’s hands slid back around Kyle and a moment later, Kyle was moaning. He could only guess that Ryan was playing at his sexy hole. Though Kyle didn’t bottom that often, the men had coaxed a little more versatility out of the sexy former-Marine in the six months that they’d been together. He sighed in pleasure as Ryan leaned across Kyle’s shoulder and the men began to kiss. Trace reached out and took Kyle’s cock in hand, marveling once again at how lucky he was to have found these two men that he loved with all his heart.
Trace stroked Kyle’s dick and watched a drop of precome weep from it. A tiny gold ring with a ball threaded onto it, was pierced through the slit and winked in the early morning sunlight that filtered through the blinds. Kyle’s piercings, including the one in his brow and his ears, just made the man irresistible. Trace wanted to make a meal of him. Kyle’s eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned.
“Oh God, I gotta get in that ass Trace, right now!” Kyle’s eyes flew open and they stared at each other only a moment before Ryan backed up and Kyle slid off of Trace’s thighs. Trace shifted on the bed and reached under his knees pulling his long legs back against his chest, exposing his ass. In a matter of seconds, Kyle had his mouth between Trace’s legs and he was exploring his tight pucker with his tongue. It was Trace’s turn to moan. He vaguely registered Ryan’s movement across the bed to a nightstand where he yanked open a drawer and withdrew a tube of lube and a knobbed red dildo that they all enjoyed. The device was tapered beginning with one small ball and graduating to a wide ball at its base. Ryan returned to Kyle’s backside which was now in the air as he kneeled up on the bed giving Trace an amazing rim job.
“You gonna use that on Kyle, Ryan?” Trace asked.
Kyle moaned against Trace’s ass as he sucked and poked. Trace knew it was because he was anticipating the penetration of the rubbery contraption. Ryan looked across Kyle’s back and winked at Trace. Trace heard the tube snick open and watched as Ryan held the dildo up and squeezed lube over the head of it. “Wow Ryan.” He glanced down at Kyle who was licking back and forth between his pucker and his balls, sliding all over the perineum. Ryan placed his left hand on Kyle’s butt cheek.
“Get inside Trace so I can give you this.”
Kyle lifted his head and moved in close to Trace. He looked back over his shoulder at Ryan and Trace watched Ryan move in for a kiss. Their mouths slammed together and they kissed, all the while Trace continued to stroke Kyle’s cock.
“Fuck me Kyle,” Trace grunted, wanting to feel his lover inside of him. Kyle and Ryan broke their kiss as Kyle turned back to Trace and reached over his shoulder for the lube. Ryan handed it to him and Kyle squeezed a large drop onto his fingers where he coated his cock and then before Trace could react, Kyle was pushing inside of him. The sting was instantaneous and Trace automatically relaxed into it as Kyle pushed forward and through the ring of muscle invading the tight space.
“Ah!” Trace cried and Kyle stopped his advance but only for a moment.
“You can take it, Trace. You love this.” Trace couldn’t argue with Kyle. He loved being fucked by the blond stud. Kyle’s piercing felt amazing, tunneling in and out of his body. Trace shivered when Kyle began moaning. He looked over the stud’s shoulder and he could see Ryan kneeling up behind him, and he guessed that he’d begun inserting the sex toy.

*~*~*

Kyle was in heaven. Trapped between the two men he loved the most, his ruggedly sexy, nearly six and a half foot tall soldier boy and his hot black-haired twink with Irish ancestry and the cornflower blue eyes to prove it. As he focused on Trace’s gorgeous features, he didn’t even notice the eye patch. He loved him so much, he didn’t consciously register the deformity any more. The scars, which peeked out from beneath the patch, were invisible to Kyle, who only saw the man he loved. When he felt Ryan begin to insert the dildo into his ass, he relaxed, loving the feeling of having sensations there as well as on his cock, now buried deeply within Trace. The first knob popped in and as Kyle grunted, he felt Ryan’s kiss on one butt cheek.
“Easy baby, you can take this,” Ryan said quietly. The sound of his man’s voice sent shivers coursing through Kyle. He loved bottoming as much as topping but the men didn’t know that. They thought Kyle endured it for his lover’s pleasure but the feeling of fullness, being stretched, the initial sting of pain, were only secondary sensations to the darts of orgasmic intensity each time they hit his gland.
“Fuck me, Kyle,” Trace begged beneath him. Kyle was distracted by the second, larger knob, of the red device as it popped through.
“Shiiiit,” Kyle gritted out. He heard himself whimper. It hurt like a motherfucker as his ass stretched to accommodate the wider length of the tapered toy.
“Take it!” Ryan said, his voice rose only slightly. Kyle smiled, thinking how dominant his little sub sounded. Oh, Ryan would pay for this insolence if it was the last thing that Kyle did. Ryan would be taught a lesson by the real Dom in the room. He made himself a sexy promise. Kyle relaxed a moment and then surged forward plunging deeply into Trace, even as Ryan slid the third and larger ball inside his ass.
“Ah! Ah!” He and Trace cried out almost at the same time. They were both full of cock and loving the sensation.
“Oh my, you are both so fucking gorgeous,” Ryan drawled. Kyle felt pressure and then another ball popped through. This time he felt too full, too stretched, too much pain.
“God! It hurts Ryan,” he panted. Nevertheless, he surged forward, pulling out slightly and burying himself, balls deep, in Trace. Trace whimpered and arched his back. Kyle felt the shiver run through Trace and he knew his lover was close. He couldn’t fool himself either; he wanted to come himself and was close to the edge… if it wasn’t for the pain that he felt as the fifth and final ball on that torture device slid inside, he probably would have. As if Ryan could sense his pending scream of pain, he twisted the device and it suddenly found Kyle’s sweet spot. His orgasm instantly began.
“Oh god! Oh god! Ryan!” Kyle screamed and as he came, buried deeply within Trace, the warrior shouted out his own orgasm and painted his chest with creamy ropes.
“Come baby!” Ryan commanded as he held the dildo against Kyle’s gland. A wave of electric shocks flowed through Kyle forcing burst after burst of come into Trace’s ass as his balls gave up their all. Only a moment later, Kyle felt the splash of heat on his lower back as Ryan painted him with his own release, groaning out his orgasm. The three men collapsed on the bed in a tangle of wet limbs as the red Latex slid from Kyle’s ass.

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Tuesday, November 27, 2012

First Chapter of Zane's Inferno


Zane's Inferno was part of the His Hero Anthology with Total-e-Bound. If you love hot firemen you'll love Zane. Purchase Zane's Inferno from Amazon ARE TEB

Zane's Inferno

Chapter One

Zane Wilson inched forwards, barely able to move. Heat from the fire was baking his brain through his helmet. They were going to call him back any second. The swirl of the fire and the intense heat meant only one thing—this building was about to collapse. The stairs were engulfed in flames, blocking access to the upper floors. This had to have been deliberately set.

“Portable One, this is Command. You copy?”

“Command, this is Portable One, Zane here.”

“Heat’s built up in the attic. Come out now. Over.”

“Portable One exiting the building. We’re coming out. Over.”

James, his hose man, slapped him on the back. They’d moved back three feet when he heard the loud crack over the roar of the fire. The three-storey mansion was coming down around them.

“Run!” James shouted over the intercom just before he slapped Zane again, this time on the shoulder.

Zane dropped the hose then turned to run. They both dashed for the door. Zane saw a huge beam fall and he shoved James out of the way before he jumped back.

A wall of fire surrounded him, blocking his exit. His oxygen tank alarm went off, signalling the end of his air supply. He would die in a few minutes if he didn’t escape the raging beast. Smoke seared his lungs, leaving him nauseous and dizzy. His tank should have lasted longer. Someone had given him an empty one. His stomach turned as he fought to remember who had given it to him. The flames grew stronger so he forgot about the tank and searched for a way out.

The fire died down to his right for just a few seconds. He braced himself for the heat and leapt through the uneven wall of flames. The fire burned him but he kept going, pushing his way into the living room. The heat was less intense as he made his way through the smoke-filled room. On the far wall he saw a window. He grabbed his hooligan tool and tried to smash out the glass. The bar bounced back, smacking his visor. Shit, Plexiglas.

Zane pulled the lock on the window and tried to shove the pane up, but it wouldn’t budge. The heat, maybe paint…something was making the window stick. He tried again as chunks of house dropped to the floor behind him like bombs on a battlefield.

He reached up, grabbing the sides of the window frame. There was a security rod preventing the window from rising. He pulled out the metal rod then slid the window up. Oxygen rushed in, fuelling the fire. The blaze snaked its way across the ceiling, straight towards him.

The curtain around the window burst into flames. He jumped back. Pain seared his shoulder as a beam fell and crashed into him. This was his one chance. Zane jumped forward, diving through the smoke and fire, landing and rolling to his knees. He ignored the pain racing through his body as he crawled to a standing position.

Noise split the air as an explosion ripped through the house. Heat pushed him forward, and for a brief second he was airborne. He hit the ground with a solid thud. Fire and ash rained down around him.

Three of his buddies circled him, one opening his coat while the other two pulled off his helmet and other gear. Bill stood above him and for a second Zane thought the man looked disappointed. That he’d made it out of the fire? The heat had done a number on him. Exhaustion was making his brain fuzzy and his stomach sour. He wasn’t going to throw up, but he sure as hell didn’t feel good.

“Zane, you with us?” Mike, his captain, asked.

For a moment Zane thought about making a joke about his hard-ass captain going soft with concern but he couldn’t muster the energy. “Yeah, I’m good.” A cough started deep in his lungs then spilled out in one giant hacking fit.

“Lance, Bill, take our hero over to the ambulance. When they’re done with him, make sure to belt him upside the head for scaring the shit out of me.”

Bill and Lance laughed as they helped Zane to his feet. The world was swimming in front of his eyes but he didn’t go down. His crew deposited him at the back of the ambulance. Lance slapped him on the back and fist-bumped him. Bill walked away then shot a glare back over his shoulder. Maybe he hadn’t imagined that look from Bill earlier. Nick Dubois, the paramedic, forced him to remain still while he checked his vitals. Zane ignored Nick as much as possible, staring at the fire and watching the men on his crew work.

“You’re a little dehydrated. Your temp’s up a bit. But I think you’re fine. Oxygen saturation is a little low, though.” Nick stepped back in the ambulance after patting him on the shoulder.

Zane pulled together his gear. He would finish up with the fire and pull his weight cleaning with the crew. Doing his share of the work after the fire was top priority. Nothing pissed him off more than some lazy guy trying to get off with a free ride. Zane moved to stand but Nick’s hand was heavy on his shoulder.

“Oh, no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere.”

Zane tried to shrug off Nick’s hand but failed. “But you said I was fine.”

“Your temp’s up and you’re dehydrated. You should be sweating but you’re not. I’ve got an IV with your name on it. Now sit down before I stick this in a vein you don’t want exposed.”

Zane grumbled as he crawled up into the ambulance with Nick’s help. “This is ridiculous. I’m fine.”

“Sure you are, big guy. You do know your coat is toast and your helmet almost melted to your head? You’re lucky to be alive.” Nick placed his hand on Zane’s chest and pushed him back onto the gurney.

The desire in Nick’s eyes almost brought Zane up off the bed. It had to be the lack of oxygen in his blood because he knew Nick was as straight as they came. Zane closed his eyes and let Nick work on him, doing his best to ignore the aching desire he had for the man.

No one in the fire department knew he was gay. Going into the academy had been a tough choice. Gay firemen weren’t the norm, especially in Texas, but he loved the rush of fighting a fire. He’d kept his sexuality a secret for the last four years. No one at the station knew he played for the other team. Hell, he hadn’t heard of a single fireman in all of Texas who did.

Zane took a deep breath and pushed erotic thoughts of Nick out of his mind. The guy would probably kill him if he knew what he was thinking. The gentle touch of Nick’s hand on his face and chest made it difficult to stop his impure thoughts but he’d be damned if he’d get a boner laying on a gurney in an ambulance. Talk about a loser moment.

Nick’s fingers slid down his arm to check his pulse again. He shivered and cracked open one eye. Sure enough, Nick was all business. Get this guy out of your head. He’s straight.

He drew in a deep breath and directed his thoughts to all the tasks that had to be completed at the firehouse this week. The back door should be repainted. The locker room needed attention. Someone had to clean out the fridge. The science experiment growing in the back of the vegetable drawer was enough to cool anyone’s libido.

Zane felt Nick’s fingers on his face and he popped open his eyes. Nick had leant over, and his lips were only inches from Zane’s. His breath tickled Zane’s cheek. Their gazes locked and the air in the back of the ambulance seemed to grow thick.

The boner Zane had been fighting won. Reaching out and touching Nick would be wrong. He couldn’t pull the man into a kiss even though every cell in his body was screaming for him to touch Nick in that way.

Nick jerked away and cleared his throat. “I think you need to take a ride to the hospital.”

Zane started to sit up and remembered his stiff dick. Damn the sexy bastard for exciting him so. Nick was only doing his job, not coming on to him.

“I don’t need to see a doctor. I’m fine.”

This time Nick not only placed a hand on Zane’s chest to force him to lie back, he reached for a zip strip and held it up. “You’re going to the hospital even if I have to handcuff you to the bed.”

Zane swallowed over the lump in his throat. So much for getting his stiffy under control. If Nick would stay with him, he would gladly let the man handcuff him to the bed or to the shower rod. Anything he wanted.

Zane’s face heated and he was forced to look away. Nick’s beautiful brown eyes and square jaw were too damned attractive to ignore. Sexy didn’t even come close to describing how wonderful Nick looked.

Nick ran his hand down Zane’s chest to his waist, cupping his side and holding him like a lover would. “I know you don’t want to go. Hell, firemen are the worst patients, but you might have a concussion.”

Zane closed his eyes and blew out a huge breath. A concussion would explain the confusion he was having about Nick. The man wasn’t coming on to him. It was all just some bump on the mix-up that had him thinking sexy thoughts about Nick.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

“Good boy. I’ll go get Andy and have him drive us over.”

Zane watched Nick step out of the ambulance and walk over to Mike. The captain glanced over to the ambulance and started walking towards it. Zane’s boner had gone down some, but it still showed through the black material. Crap, I can’t let Mike see me like this.

Nick grabbed Mike’s arm and held him back. Zane groaned as relief surged through him. His dick deflated even more as he untucked his shirt and did his best to hide the evidence of his desire.

Mike moved closer but didn’t step up into the ambulance. “Zane, boy, Nick says you need to take a trip to the hospital. I’ll stop by after we get this cleaned up. I think you need to take some R&R time too. We’ll talk about some down time for you later.”

“Desk work…great,” Zane grumbled.

“He still has his smart mouth. Proves his skull is thick. Take him in, let the doctors deal with his sour attitude.” The captain tapped him on the boot and smiled. “You’re a pain in the ass, Wilson.

Nick laughed as he climbed up into the ambulance. He closed the door and Andy hopped into the front of the truck.

“Looks like we’re in for a smooth ride, boys. You want all the bells and whistles?” Andy asked.

“Hell no,” Zane said.

“Oh yeah,” Nick countered.

Andy flipped on the sirens and lights, bringing further shame to Zane. He couldn’t believe he was being taken away in an ambulance from a fire he was supposed to be working.



* * * *



Zane didn’t want to dress in the clothes he’d worn during the fire but he had no choice. The doctor had said he seemed fine and released him earlier than anyone expected. They’d asked him to change into a robe because of the stench of smoke in his clothes. He hadn’t blamed the doctors and nurses for not liking that smell.

A few first-degree burns needed care, but he didn’t have a concussion. The IV Nick had started had kept him hydrated. All in all, he was in good shape. He called a cab after he signed the release papers, not wanting to waste any more time sitting there in the stupid hospital.

The drive over to the station was quick. Two of the fire trucks weren’t in the garage but the ambulance was right where it should be. That meant Nick and Andy were somewhere in the firehouse.

He steeled himself against any rogue feelings for Nick as he entered the building. Silence filled the air. The TV was quiet and the kitchen empty. Zane knew the captain wouldn’t allow him to continue his shift after a visit to the hospital. He’d only come back here to grab his clothes and keys. His uniform needed to be washed but he didn’t want to wear it home. He’d been able to keep his truck smoke-free so far, and he intended to keep it that way.

Zane entered the bunkroom and stripped off his shirt and pants. His undies would stink too, so he dropped them into the plastic bag he used to transport his smoky clothes. The door opened and Nick walked in, his head down as he scrolled through something on his phone. Nick glanced up, his eyes going wide when he saw Zane.

For some reason, Zane felt like he’d done something wrong the minute Nick walked in. Hell, everyone in the firehouse, including the women firefighters, had seen him naked. But Nick didn’t look away as the door shut behind him, bumping him on the rear.

Zane’s gaze connected with Nick’s and desire shot straight to Zane’s cock that hung free in the open. Soon Nick would be able to see his desire and that scared the shit out of Zane. He turned around and grabbed his clothes, moving towards the wall at the top of his bunk and behind the line of lockers that separated his bed from his neighbours. He pulled on his underwear and got his legs in his jeans but they were still at his hips when Nick cleared his throat, his footfalls closing in on Zane and his mostly naked body.

“Hey, Zane, glad you’re released.”

“Um, yeah.” Zane pulled his jeans up and zipped them before turning to face Nick. He couldn’t even look Nick in the eyes. The awkwardness needed to go away before his next shift. Hell, maybe he could switch shifts and he wouldn’t be forced to run into Nick every week.

Nick moved closer, trapping Zane between his bunk and the lockers. His breath was ragged as Nick approached, his feet stopping only inches away from Zane’s. Zane glanced up, surprised to see the heat in Nick’s eyes.

They stared at each other for a long moment, neither of them moving. Fear of being caught pinged around Zane’s brain. Was Nick just pulling his leg? He swore he’d heard Nick bragging about his conquests with women before…but that had only been when other men challenged him about dating.

“I thought you were dead when that house started to fall apart.” Nick trailed a finger down Zane’s bare chest to the waistband of his pants.

Zane glanced down at Nick’s hand and then back up to his eyes. The pleading in them shocked him. His mouth was dry and his tongue wouldn’t move. Usually he dated twinks, but those dates weren’t for real. They were really just a way for him to get off. He’d never kissed anyone he’d ever really wanted.

“When I had you in that ambulance all by myself, it was so hard not to kiss you.”

Zane’s body went still and his head swam. Oh damn, no way. “How do you know I would have let you?”

Nick threw back his head and laughed. “I saw you at Barron’s church down in Spring three weeks ago. Some twink was flitting around you.”

“I didn’t see you there.” Zane reached out and placed his hand on Nick’s hip.

“I snuck out once I saw you. None of the other guys know.”

“Same here.”

“Sounds like we have a problem.”

“Yeah.” Zane wanted to lean in and kiss Nick but fear held him back. Any moment, another guy could come waltzing in here. He glanced down at Nick’s lips imagining how they would taste.

“I’m sorry,” Nick whispered.

“What?”

Nick leaned in, pulling Zane into a crushing kiss. His tongue invaded Zane’s mouth, taking pleasure as he pushed Zane up against the wall. Nick’s hands were down Zane’s pants, grabbing his ass and squeezing hard as he ground his pelvis against him.

The kiss ended all too soon and Nick pulled back, leaving Zane totally bereft. Their breath came in gasps, heating up the tiny space where they’d hidden their little liaison.

“That was totally unfair.” Zane grabbed his shirt off the bed and pulled it on, pushing Nick out of the cramped space beside his bed before he got any ideas about Zane and his bunk.

“I know, but I’ve wanted to do that for a long while now.”

The rumble of the fire trucks returning to the station made Zane’s heart race. He turned, intent upon leaving Nick alone.

“Wait, I want to see you tomorrow.”

Zane turned back, unsure if hooking up with Nick was the best idea. A hot flash of desire snaked its way through him. He wanted to say no, but in the end he couldn’t turn down Nick’s offer.

“Come over when your shift ends in the morning.”

Mike and James burst into the bunkroom, their clothes stinking like bad fire and sweat. Both of them broke out in huge smiles when they saw Zane. Bill bumped into the room then frowned before he left without grabbing anything from his bunk locker.

“Zane, buddy, you’re out. I thought for sure the docs would want to keep you overnight.” James walked up to hug him but Zane put out his hand.

“You stink worse than a sewer rat. Change clothes and shower first.”

“Bet you’re super picky about the girls you date too, Zane. You ain’t going to find one worth marrying unless you stop being such a baby,” Mike said.

“Sure, Mike. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Nick laughed out loud and Zane glared at him. Had he not wanted to suck Nick’s cock only minutes ago, he would have blown off Nick’s response, but now the guy knew his dirty little secret and could expose him.

“What’s so funny, Nicky?” Mike asked.

“Zane’s way too particular. No girl will ever be good enough for him.” Nick gave him a knowing gaze.

It wasn’t too late to back out of meeting Nick tomorrow. The fear of being found out made his knees weak. But Nick’s smile broke down his walls of doubt.



* * * *



The phone rang, waking Zane from a deep sleep. He rolled over and grabbed the offending device, answering just before it rang over to voicemail.

“Zane here.”

“Mister Wilson?”

“Yes, that’s me.” Zane sat up, scrubbing his face with the sheet draped over his naked body.

“It’s Doctor Stewart from the ER—I’m just checking in to make sure you’re doing fine.”

Zane stood up and stretched. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“No dizziness or nausea?”

He patted his belly and shook his head. “Nope, everything is in working order.”

“Good. You’ll probably need to make arrangements to visit your doctor. Go get checked in a week or so.”

“Will do, and thanks for calling, Doc.”

“Take care, and thank you for doing your job. I’m glad there are firemen like you out there.”

Zane hung up the phone and glanced at his alarm clock. It was a quarter after eight. Shift ended at seven. He guessed Nick wasn’t coming by.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, Zane glanced through his refrigerator and realised he had nothing to eat. He checked the time, wishing like hell that Nick had shown up. It was close to nine, two hours after he would have checked out of work. There was no excuse for him not to be here.

Zane grabbed his keys off the counter. He’d eat breakfast out, and if he missed Nick then too bad. The guy should learn some manners about being on time. Zane pulled open the door and almost ran into Nick.

“Hey, I brought some food.” Nick pushed his way into Zane’s kitchen, unloading seven grocery bags on the counter. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, bad crash last night. Seven-year-old. I had to stay at the hospital until she made it out of surgery. Poor kid. I would have called but I don’t have your number.”

Zane relaxed—he understood emergencies on the job. Hell, he was always coming home late after a full shift. “She make it?”

“Yeah. Lost her foot, but she’ll live.”

“What about the parents?”

“The aunt was driving. She died at the scene.”

Zane went to Nick and pulled him into a tight hug. Losing someone at the scene sucked. Nick wrapped his arms around him and buried his head in the crook of Zane’s neck. They stayed like that for a long moment, holding each other.

“I’m starving.” Nick pushed away first. “Eggs and bacon? Do you like spinach in your eggs?”

“I can do spinach.”

“Good. Go sit down and let me cook.”

“No way, I’m fine.”

Nick laughed and shoved the spinach at him. “Fine, be difficult but you get to wash the greens while I load your fridge up.”

They ate a huge breakfast, barely saying a word to each other. Zane stole glances at Nick, taking in his thick fingers and his strong jaw. His cock jumped in anticipation as he thought of what Nick’s fingers could do to him.

Nick wasn’t one to parade around naked, but Zane had seen him once and knew the guy was well hung. He couldn’t wait to get his lips around that cock. He did love sucking dick. Most of the guys he’d dated were bottoms and they sucked his cock. Zane doubted that Nick had ever played bottom for anyone.

Zane cleaned off the table and loaded their dishes into the washer. He turned around and was shocked by the predatory hunger in Nick’s eyes. Usually he was the predator in the sex games he played. Suddenly he felt small and helpless against the power Nick unleashed with his gaze.

Zane dried his hand on the dishtowel while waiting for Nick to make the first move. They stared each other down, Zane’s dick growing stiffer with each passing second. He glanced down at Nick’s pants, glad to see that Nick had a huge boner too.

“Get over here,” Nick growled.

Zane hesitated but couldn’t deny that he wanted to be next to Nick. His steps slowed as he neared the other man. Nick was slightly taller and more muscled than he. Zane’s legs shook and his hands trembled.

Nick reached out and ran his fingers through Zane’s hair. His touch was initially gentle and soft then he grabbed Zane’s arms and spun him around, slamming him against the wall. He trapped Zane’s hands behind his back and held them there with one hand while his other hand unbuttoned and unzipped Zane’s pants before shoving them down below his ass.

The slide of his hand over Zane’s dick was rough and aggressive. Nick punished Zane’s mouth, demanding entrance then sucking hard on Zane’s tongue. Nick let go of his boner and grabbed Zane’s ass, separating his cheeks enough to slip one finger into Zane’s hole. Zane cried out in pleasure and pain as Nick’s finger found his prostate and played with it, taking Zane from rock hard to about to blow.

“You like this?” Nick asked.

Zane tried to buck off Nick’s hold, but Nick wouldn’t budge. He let go of Zane’s hands, grabbed his dick and squeezed. That did it. Zane came, squirting his cum down Nick’s hand and the wall.

Nick leaned against his back, his breath hot on Zane’s ear. “I want you so bad.”

Zane couldn’t respond. He’d never had anyone take him like that before. He couldn’t believe that his dick had already spent its load on nothing more than a finger fuck. Usually he lasted a long time. The twinks he dated dumped early…never him.

Nick dropped his pants, the belt clattering against the tile floor. “Bed. Now.” Nick pinched Zane’s ass.

“Ouch. You like it rough? Huh?” Anger and lust brewed together in Zane’s belly as he bucked back against Nick’s body.

Nick countered by taking Zane’s hands and holding them against the wall. His cock teased Zane’s hole. Zane’s dick was growing hard again, presenting itself at half-mast. He would be ready to show Nick a thing or two about fucking in a few minutes.

With all of his strength he threw off Nick’s hold and shoved him away. He turned around to face Nick and was hit by the raw lust shining in his eyes. Zane’s dick finished stiffening out when he got a good look at the size of Nick. The man had a tool that Zane prayed like hell he knew how to use.

Nick came at Zane, trapping him once more against the wall. Their cocks brushed against each other sending a shiver through both of them. Nick’s eyes brightened with lust as he brushed his dick against Zane again.

Zane moaned and closed his eyes as their bodies pressed up against each other.

“Open your eyes.”

Even if he didn’t want to, Zane was helpless against Nick’s demands. He’d always been the aggressor. Every guy he’d slept with before had been smaller than he. This was the first time he’d ever had sex with a bigger guy. Never before had he been able to be rough for fear of hurting the man he was with. But Nick could take his shit. The guy was tough.

Zane pushed Nick back off him. The surprise in Nick’s eyes brought a thrill to Zane. He ran to the bedroom, hearing Nick right behind him. Zane had been going to jump on the bed but decided to fake Nick out. Zane slid to a stop and jumped out of the way when Nick tried to grab for him.

“Oh, I am so going to punish you for this,” Nick said.

“You can’t punish me unless you catch me. And I’m faster than you, big guy.”

Nick laughed then lunged at Zane. They bumped into the wall and Nick held him prisoner there as he fondled Zane’s balls. Pleasure almost made Zane forget his quest for dominance. He pushed against Nick but lost the battle. Before he could stop him, Nick had both of Zane’s arms held overhead.

Nick stood slightly away from Zane’s body, his eyes focused on Zane’s cock. “I’m going to have fun with your prick. You’ve already come for me once, and now I’m going to make you do it again.”

 Nick locked eyes with him and Zane’s legs started to tremble. He didn’t doubt for a minute that Nick could make him come again before they even had sex but he didn’t want to. He wanted to force Nick to his knees and have his way with him.

“Not likely. I’m going to make you blow your load first,” Zane said.

“Try and make me.” Nick’s smile was cocky and totally needed to be wiped off his face.

Zane fought against Nick’s hold and won, pushing them both onto the bed. They wrestled for dominance, their bodies sweating and their breathing ragged as they pushed and twisted their way from Zane being on top to Nick being the victor.

Nick flipped Zane over face down and held him with a knee to his back. Zane heard the sound of foil ripping and knew Nick was rolling on a condom. He did his best to get out from under Nick but the man had him pinned.

Two of Nick’s fingers were up his ass prepping him for sex before Zane realised what Nick was doing. With renewed vigour, Zane tried to escape Nick’s hold but lost when Nick grabbed Zane’s hips and lined up to push his cock into him.

The first brush of Nick’s cock against Zane’s hole set off a firestorm of sensations that spread throughout his body. Zane bucked against him, trying to force Nick deeper, but the man clamped both hands even tighter around Zane’s hips, forcing him to remain still.

“Hold still, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Zane had been wondering about that. They’d been so rough with each other getting to this position, he’d questioned if Nick was playing or actually serious about the whole punishment thing.

After waiting about ten seconds, Nick pushed further into Zane. The pressure of Nick’s huge dick against his prostate set him off. Zane came immediately, draining all the energy from his body.

Nick groaned as he started pumping into Zane. Tears burned Zane’s eyes. A few times, long ago, he’d been on the receiving end of sex, but it had been years. Nick’s cock moving in and out made him want to shout. He dropped his head against the bed and turned to the side to make sure he could still breathe if he passed out. Tears slid down his face, pooling beside his nose.

Nick stopped moving. “Oh God, are you okay?”

Zane looked back over his shoulder at Nick. The horror on his face made Zane’s heart squeeze. “I’m fine.”

“No way. If you’re hurt, I don’t want--“

“Keep going. It feels so good.”

Nick slid his cock in slowly and Zane moaned as his dick pulsed again, even though he was as limp as a noodle.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, you’re not. Please, keep going.”

Nick slowed his rhythm as he peppered Zane’s back with kisses. His lips moved over Zane’s shoulder to his ear.

“Mmm, you are so beautiful,” Nick said. His dick moved in and out, torturing Zane with its slowness.

Zane shivered as Nick fucked him slowly. Nick’s hands roved over Zane’s body, finally moving between his body and the sheets. Nick toyed with Zane’s spent dick. His fingers stroked the ridge around Zane’s tip.

“That feels good,” Zane moaned.

The tenderness of Nick’s touch and kisses brought more tears to Zane’s eyes. He hated being such a baby about sex but this was better than any fuck or blowjob he’d ever had. Even sex with his first boyfriend hadn’t been this emotional.

Nick’s dick grew bigger as he pumped into him. Zane met his thrusts as Nick hung over him, his breathing erratic. Finally he yelled out Zane’s name and collapsed on top of him.

They lay together, neither of them moving. Nick finally pulled out and rolled to his side, facing Zane. “No matter how rough I play, I never want to really hurt you. You swear you weren’t hurt?”

“You didn’t hurt me. I don’t know why I was being such a pussy.”

“You’re not a pussy.” Nick bumped his shoulder with a tight fist.

“That just felt so good. I didn’t want it to end.”

Nick leaned in and kissed him with such tenderness Zane wanted to start bawling again. He pulled back, angry with himself, then noticed the tears in Nick’s eyes. They were both tough firemen who had proved themselves through fire, but here they were—blubbering like girls over sex.

“I’ve wanted to do that to you for years. I understand why you were crying. At least I hope I do.”

“Why?” Zane asked.

“I’m falling in love with you.”

Zane couldn’t move. He’d never used the ‘L’ word with any of the men he’d been with. Love meant something. His parents had been together for thirty-six years before his mom had died, and they’d loved each other. He’d struggled with the concept of love for years, even wondering if two men could love each other.

Nick ran his hand down Zane’s chest before playing with his belly button. His lips travelled over Zane’s chest, toying with one nipple then the other. Nick kissed his way up Zane’s chest to his lips before raising his arms to be above Zane, hanging over him. “You don’t have to say you love me. I just wanted you to know how I feel.”

Zane sat up and pushed Nick down against the bed. He kissed Nick, licking and nipping at his scruffy jaw. He moved so his body half covered Nick’s. They’d been friends for years, closer than brothers in some aspects. Having sex had meant something special to Zane, almost more than he cared to admit…but he needed to. The words running through his brain felt right. He hadn’t been going to say anything—instead he’d planned on keeping his feelings to himself—but when Nick had spoken up he’d no longer wanted to hide.

“I love you,” Zane whispered and held on as Nick flipped him over, bracing himself above him.

“Oh baby.” Nick plundered Zane’s mouth, making love to him with his tongue while he moved his hands all over his body.

They snuggled down together and before long Zane heard a soft snore coming from Nick. The poor guy had been up most of the night taking care of fire and crash victims. Zane slid out of Nick’s hold and left the bedroom. He showered again in the second bathroom and spent the rest of the morning cleaning the house and paying bills. At about two, Nick stumbled in and went straight for the coffee.

“Morning.”

Nick lifted his cup to Zane and took a swig. “Come over here, I need a kiss.”

Zane moved to his lover, thinking the day couldn’t get any better. The brush of his lips against Nick’s brought up new emotions. Nick leant back, searching Zane’s face with his intense gaze.

“I need to know if I dreamt this or if it really happened. But I swear you said you loved me at one point. Please tell me if you didn’t.”

Zane ran his fingers over Nick’s stubble. “Oh yeah, I said it and I mean it. I love you, Nicholas Stafford.”

The smile on Nick’s face brought such pleasure to Zane, he thought he would burst with pride. He loved Nick more than anything.

“I need to go home and take care of a few things, but I want to spend the rest of today and tomorrow with you,” Nick said.

“Sounds good to me.”

Zane’s pager rang the same moment as Nick’s. “That’s got to be trouble.”

They both reached for their pagers then groaned in tandem.

“Looks like we’re going to spend the day together, but not having fun,” Zane grimaced, already wishing that the day was over and that they could go back to bed and snuggle together.

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