Tuesday, January 12, 2021

Rivalries: Chapter Thirteen, Part Two

 Notes: HAVE SOME SEX! Wait, no, I mean...read about people having sex! And there will be more next time, because now that we're there I"m in the MOOD for this :)

Title: Rivalries: Chapter Thirteen, Part Two


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Chapter Thirteen, Part Two

 


There was always an awkwardness when it came to having sex with a new person that you couldn’t get around—at least, you couldn’t if you were Charlie. He hadn’t even tried finding a hookup since losing his arm, because life was so goddamn awkward already, he didn’t want to compound the mess of getting naked with another person watching and judging him. Lucky for him, he and Johnny had already been so incredibly awkward together that stripping in each other’s presence was more hilarious than anything else.

“Oh yeah, ha-ha,” Johnny said when he caught Charlie staring at him as he pulled down his boxers. “Don’t judge me, I bet you’ve got plenty of novelty underwear at home.”

Charlie had actually been hoping for a look at Johnny’s cock, not his underpants, but he rolled with it. “Nope, nothing but boxer-briefs in my home.”

Johnny narrowed his eyes. “I don’t believe it,” he said as he pulled off his t-shirt. And there he was, naked in his bedroom, softly illuminated by the light coming from the table lamp by his bed, and Charlie thought Oh my god, he’s beautiful. He was shorter and lighter than Charlie, but built wiry, and he had fine golden hair across his chest and running down his lower belly, and then…

Fuck. If Charlie could find the balance to ride that cock tonight, he would, because this was not the slim and lovely member he’d been expecting. This was a fucking pole, a cock that would be big on anybody but looked downright startling on Johnny. He gulped. “That’s…not because of a knack, is it?”

Johnny blinked. Then he began to howl with laughter. “No! What…you…” He sat down on the end of his bed with nothing but his socks on, holding a hand over his mouth to stifle the chortles. “No, it’s not some kind of…penis-growing knack, o-or wish fulfilment knack, or gigantism knack, or…” He dissolved int more laughter.

“Yeah, yeah,” Charlie grumbled, stripping down as quickly as he could. Johnny’s shamelessness had rubbed off on him, and he didn’t find getting naked as sensitive a prospect as it usually was. He did feel a twinge of discomfort as he unveiled his stump, though. It wasn’t the kind of thing people were accustomed to seeing in the bedroom—hell, Charlie had nearly fainted himself the first time he saw it, the lumpy, scarred knob of flesh where his arm should begin. He stood straight, almost at attention, and waited for Johnny to pass some kind of judgement on him.

If Johnny blanched, Charlie didn’t see it. He got up from the bed as his giggles died off, came over and wrapped his arms around Charlie’s waist. “What’s the best way to do this for you?” he asked simply, looking straight into Charlie’s eyes. Their erections pressed together, and Charlie was tempted to start grinding against him right here and now, but…

“That depends on what we do.”

Johnny smiled. “How about…you lie down on your back and let me start with giving you a blowjob?”

Who was Charlie to say no to that? He backed them up onto the bed, which had a startlingly soft mattress, then kept going until he was prone. Johnny straddled his waist, leaned in, and kissed him, soft at first but then harder. Charlie pulled him in close and deepened it, sharpened it with his need. It had been so long since he’d been with another person, more than a year, and this wasn’t just any person, this was Johnny, who he felt like he could trust, who he felt like actually liked him, didn’t just want to fuck and run. This was…perfect.

It all moved quickly after that—Johnny slid down and stroked his dick with a firm hand until Charlie was leaking, then sucked him in so deep that Johnny’s lips brushed his stomach.

“Fuck,” Charlie groaned, because he couldn’t stop himself and also, there was no way that wasn’t a fucking knack, because Johnny hadn’t come up for air yet, he was just staying there squeezing him with his throat, licking the underside of his cock with his tongue, and it was the hottest thing ever and he was going to fucking come if Johnny didn’t stop it right the hell now.

He pulled off in the nick of time, coughing slightly. “Give me a second,” he gasped, “I can do better, I’m just out of practice—”

“Screw that, I will come down your throat in two seconds if you do that again,” Charlie said.

Johnny grinned. His lips were beautifully swollen. “Really?”

“Yes, really, you—Johnny—” But it was too late to stop him, he was down again, swallowing and savoring and tugging on Charlie’s balls and it really was too much, too good. He might be embarrassed by it later but right now Charlie was being thrown over a cliff, the world around him fizzling away as he went. Every nerve was on fire, in a good way, a way that he hadn’t even remembered his body could feel. There was no pain, nothing other than pure, bright pleasure, and Charlie didn’t realize how amazing it felt until he opened his eyes and realized they were wet. Fuck. I’m crying during sex. This is…

Whatever. Johnny wouldn’t tease him about it—or maybe he would, but not maliciously. Sure enough, when the other man finally pulled back, he just smiled again and said, “Wow, I must be really great at this if it made you cry, huh?”

“Shut up and get up here,” Charlie said, regaining control of himself and deciding that it was time to repay the favor.

“Up where?”

“Up on my face, where did you think?”

Johnny looked surprised, but intrigued. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” It took some maneuvering, but then Johnny was hovering just above his head, one hand stabilizing himself on the headboard as the other carefully fed his cock into Charlie’s mouth. He tasted good—warm, slightly slick and salty—and he sounded even better. It wasn’t a great position for a lot of depth, but then Charlie wasn’t the one with the deepthroating skills. Instead he focused on the head and the top half of Johnny’s shaft, licking, sucking with his tongue, swirling, doing everything he could to make the other man moan. He gripped Johnny’s ass with his good hand and urged him into a shallow fucking motion that made Johnny start to swear.

“Oh shit, oh my god, oh shit, oh shit, I’m gonna come…” Charlie felt the buildup and was ready for it, sucking Johnny dry as the smaller man convulsed above him.

Johnny carefully collapsed to the side when he was done, breathing heavily with satisfaction but not touching Charlie. Unwilling to think too hard about what he was doing, Charlie reached out with his good arm and pulled Johnny close against him. Johnny melted, wrapping his upper arm over Charlie’s waist and putting his head on Charlie’s shoulder.

“Stay the night?” he asked.

It wasn’t even a choice. “Yeah. Definitely.”

Monday, January 11, 2021

Re-Release: Off The Beaten Path

 Hey darlins! 

I'm re-releasing Off The Beaten Path today, which...it's been down for over a year now, and I've missed it. I haven't written too many shifter stories (doppelgangers don't count, lol) and this one is definitely my favorite of what I have written, although I just got rights back to another that I hope to re-release soon. 

I actually picked the setting for this book first, after hiking through this section of mountains with my father. I thought, "Wow, how gorgeous and remote. This would be the perfect place for a wolf pack, if Colorado had wolves." Now Colorado does have wolves, but I decided to put my own in as well. If you haven't read it before, I hope you pick it up and enjoy it. If shifters aren't your thing, oh darlins...I have so much more coming your way soon.

Off The Beaten Path

 

When Ward Johannsen’s little girl Ava shifted into a werewolf, she was taken into custody by the feds and shipped off to the nearest pack, all ties between father and daughter severed. Ward burned every bridge he had discovering her location, and then almost froze to death in the Colorado mountains tracking her new pack down. And that’s just the beginning of his struggle.


Henry Dormer is an alpha werewolf and an elite black ops soldier who failed his last mission. He returns home, hoping for some time to recuperate and help settle the pack’s newest member, a little pup named Ava who can’t shift back to her human form. Instead he meets Ward, who refuses to leave his daughter without a fight. 


The two men are as different as night and day, but their respect for each other strikes a spark of mutual interest that quickly grows into a flame. They might find something special together—love, passion, and even a family—if they can survive trigger-happy pack guardians, violent werewolf politics, and meddling government agencies that are just as likely to get their alpha soldiers killed as bring them home safely.

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Rivalries: Chapter Thirteen, Part One

 Notes: FINA-FUCKING-LLY! Well, not actually fucking yet, but we're making progress toward mutual goals! Not a super long one, darlins, but I'm in the middle of my MFA residency right now, so I count any words down as a win.

Title: Rivalries: Chapter Thirteen, Part One

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Chapter Thirteen, Part One

 


Charlie had never been much of a romantic. Nothing about his life had ever lent itself to positive thoughts about romantic love—not being young and watching his parents constantly fight over everything and nothing, not hitting puberty and realizing that he didn’t know how he felt about girls or boys, which had taken years to resolve to his satisfaction, and not his career, which had mostly revolved around intense training punctuated by brief, terrifying missions. Romance up to now had meant getting together for takeout in someone’s quarters, maybe watching a movie together before fucking. And, he realized as he kissed Charlie, he wasn’t exactly breaking the pattern here. Takeout: accomplished. Mission: makeout.

Except he hadn’t come here with the intention of kissing, or fucking, or anything other than checking up on Johnny to make sure he was okay. And he hadn’t been, but now he was, or seemed to be, and he was talking like he didn’t want Charlie to go, and Charlie was sure he hadn’t imagined the way Johnny had been looking at him, and…

And he went with his gut, and kissed him.

Johnny didn’t react at all for a moment, long enough for Charlie to second-guess himself and break off the kiss. You shouldn’t have pushed it. “I can go, it’s fine—”

“Oh my god, no, just get over here.” Small but strong hands grasped the front of his shirt and hauled him in close, and then…

It was awkward. There was no other word for it. Charlie only had one arm to hold himself up with, and that single limb didn’t have the leverage for the job, so instead of meeting in a kiss he ended up falling right on top of the smaller man, driving him into the arm of the couch with an “oof!” Charlie tried to get his knees under him, but with his feet still on the floor he wasn’t in a good position for it. He wound up with his chin pressed against Johnny’s skinny sternum, his arm stuck against the couch, with Johnny pinned beneath him.

Johnny started to laugh. Not just a quiet, embarrassed chuckle but a belly laugh, the kind that rippled through his whole body like an earthquake, leaving trembling muscles and an aching stomach in its wake. He laughed so much it was contagious. Charlie joined in, finally rolling so that his back was against the couch and he could at least stretch his legs out a little. He laughed until he cried, and wondered how long it had been since he’d laughed like this.

Shit. He couldn’t even remember, but that didn’t matter. Not right now.

“Okay, that—” Johnny sucked in a breath and tried again. “That, um, that could have gone better. Sorry, I should have kissed you back in the first place, but I was really surprised. I didn’t think you were interested in me like that.”

“I wasn’t sure I was, until I came to see you tonight,” Charlie confessed, his own chuckles tapering off at last. “And then all of a sudden I figured it out.”

Johnny looked at him with a small, private smile on his face—nothing like the ebullience of a moment ago, something subdued and secret. What did that smile mean? Charlie opened his mouth to ask.

“I’m glad you did.”

Charlie’s brain switched tracks. “Did what?”

“Figured out you were interested in me. Do you. Um.” The redness in his face probably wasn’t all from his laughter. “Do you want to try again?”

“Kissing you?” Charlie clarified. Johnny nodded. “Absolutely yes, but we’re going to have to switch positions, because I can’t hold myself up like that.”

“Yeah, I figured that out a little too late. I’m sorry,” Johnny apologized.

“It’s okay, just…here, sit up.” Charlie rearranged them until he was the one with his back to the arm of the couch, and Johnny was hovering over him uncertainly, too fucking cute in those boxers—and was that a tattoo just under the edge of his sleeve? Charlie resolved to ask him about it—in a few minutes. Maybe more.

“Okay.” He put his hand on Johnny’s waist and tugged him in closer. “Try like this.”

Johnny leaned in warily, as though his weight was going to be a problem for Charlie, who probably had fifty pounds of muscle on him. He let him come at his own pace, though, settling in with a tentative, then pleased expression. Then he brought their lips together, and then…

Fuck. It was everything all of a sudden, filling all his senses—the taste of Johnny’s mouth, the feel of his warmth and weight, the smell of something soap from a shower and spice from dinner, and the sound of his faint, panting breaths, the moans that seemed to build in the back of his throat and then vanish before they had a chance to emerge from his lips. Charlie wanted to stare at him, to take in every line of him, how good he looked spread out on top of Charlie like a blanket, but he couldn’t—it was too much.

He closed his eyes and pulled Johnny closer, focusing on what they had right now, the heat building between them as they kissed, getting wilder and somehow sweeter all at once. He wasn’t sure how long they kissed for, or who got hard first, but he wasn’t going to let Johnny get away without finding out if he wanted that, if he wanted to get off.

Charlie pulled back just long enough to ask, “Can I—can we—” as he ground up into the man on top of him.

Johnny nodded breathlessly. “Yes, absolutely yes, we can, just—um—let’s go to my bedroom first.”

Charlie grinned. “No couch sex for you?”

“It’s not that,” he said with a little grimace. “It’s that there’s an extra wall between my bedroom and Lori’s place next door, and I’d rather not have her hearing…anything.”

“Sound tactical thinking,” Charlie agreed, forcing himself to let go of Johnny’s waist. “Lead the way.”