Rules of Engagement (Rules of Engagement #1)

Summary: Dustin Walker has no idea that avoiding the search for Mrs. Right could send him into the arms and bed of Mr. Right Now. According to Dustin's mother, he should be out looking for his next wife so he won't be the divorced black sheep of the family. Instead, he passes his free time at a local bar and pool hall

Summary: Dustin Walker has no idea that avoiding the search for Mrs. Right could send him into the arms and bed of Mr. Right Now. According to Dustin's mother, he should be out looking for his next wife so he won't be the divorced black sheep of the family. Instead, he passes his free time at a local bar and pool hall, where he meets someone who's everything his ex-wife wasn't: funny, caring, faithful... and male.

Is Brandon Stewart just Dustin’s way of getting over a bitter divorce? Can Dustin really care for him, or is it simply that Brandon is the complete opposite of his ex-wife? Dustin keeps their affair as quiet as possible, because if it continues, he knows he'll eventually have to come out to his homophobic family or walk out on the man he's trying not to love.

Excerpt: AS SOON as his front door closed, we were in each other’s arms, kissing frantically as we struggled out of our clothes. Stumbling over clothes and each other, we started down the hall.

When he wrapped his fingers around my cock, my knees buckled, and I reached for the nearest piece of furniture for balance. He glanced to the side and grinned. “This will work as well as anywhere.”

I looked down, realizing I had grabbed his pool table for balance. He took advantage of my momentary distraction and used his body weight to push me up against the table. Before I could think, he dropped to his knees and my cock was in his mouth. All the way in his mouth.

Grabbing the table with my other hand, I braced myself, trying to stay standing. “Oh God,” I moaned. I had already been close to climaxing before we even made it through the door, but his mouth was going to put me over the edge. Everything he did was perfect. Fucking perfect. He knew just where and how to flick his tongue, squeezing with his lips here, circling with his tongue there, and he knew exactly when to deep-throat me to nearly knock my legs out from under me. When his hand joined, stroking in time with his mouth, I couldn’t hold back.

“Oh God, oh God, I’m—” But the words melted into a groan that crescendoed into a roar as I came. And still he sucked me, fucking me with his mouth until I couldn’t take anymore and somehow found the words and the will to beg him to stop.

I was breathless and shaking when he stood. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and I grabbed him, pulling him into a deep kiss. The sweet-saltiness of my own semen on his tongue made me weak.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he whispered.

I nodded, licking my lips as I savored the taste of his kiss. Of myself. I followed him into the bedroom, where we kicked off the last of our clothes before collapsing into bed together.

Lying on my back, I pulled him on top of me, putting my arms around him as we simply kissed for the longest time. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I still couldn’t believe that I was back in his arms. When he’d walked out of the club with the blonde on his arm, I had been sure he was gone. Yet here he was. Here I was.

He lifted himself over me and pressed his cock against me. The thought of sucking him just as he had done to me made my mouth water. I put my hands on his hips and raised my head to kiss him.

“I want to suck your cock,” I whispered. It should have been surreal and weird to say things like that, and maybe it would have been with any other man, but with Brandon, it only made sense. The very thought of not wanting to suck his cock was absurd.

“Do you?” he asked, his grin softening into another kiss.

“Yes. Now.” I licked my lips, my hands shaking against him. “Please.”

“I love it when you get like this.” He dipped his head and kissed my neck again. “When you’re so turned on you’re shaking.”

“And you called me a tease.”

“You are a tease.” Sucking my earlobe into his mouth, he added,“And so am I.” He kissed below my ear, making a slow, spine-tingling circle with his tongue.

“Get on your back, or I will put you on your back,” I growled.

He laughed, nipping the side of my neck. “I dare you.”

“You dare me?”

“I do. If you want it that bad—” His shoulders rippled as he shifted his weight and kissed the other side of my neck. “Come and get it.”

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

He snorted, the sharp breath hissing across my throat and making me shiver. “I’d like to see you try.”

I relaxed my grip on his hips. Exhaling, I said in a resigned tone, “I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you. Really.”

He furrowed his brow, searching my eyes as if to see if I was serious.

“Really.” I avoided his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He laughed, but his stance relaxed slightly. “Dustin, you’re not going to hurt me. I like it a bit rough sometimes.”

“I know, but—” I grabbed his shoulders and threw my weight into him, flipping both of us over in one quick motion. In the next instant, he was flat on his back, his arms pinned beside his head, his eyes wide.

“What the—”

I laughed, lowering myself enough to kiss him but keeping my mouth just out of his reach. “You shouldn’t let your guard down like that.”

He craned his neck, trying to kiss me, but I stayed out of his reach.

“You’re in bed with a Marine.” I kissed the underside of his jaw. “Don’t forget it.”

“Oh, believe me,” he growled, his entire body squirming beneath mine, “I haven’t forgotten.”

“Good.” I kissed him, then worked my way down his neck to his chest. My mouth watered at the mere thought of having my lips around him, but I took my time. I savored every inch of his body, circling first one nipple with my tongue, then the other, drawing the tip of my tongue along the grooves of his abs, watching his muscles quiver as I did. I kissed the top of his hipbone and let my fingertips drift down his abs, watching as even my gentlest touch made his back arch off of the bed.

I pressed my lips to his lower abdomen, as close as I could get to his cock without actually touching it, then again on the other side, letting my jaw just barely brush the hard shaft, grinning as his hips lifted toward me.

He propped himself up on his elbows and watched me, exhaling as I drew my tongue around his cock on his abdomen without touching it.

“Jesus, you’re a tease,” he said.

“And you love every minute of it.”