Fair Game

Well, I've found another M/M author to obssess with and lucky me, he has a TON of books



Fair Game was my first, but I think it was a good choice because I absolutely loved it

"And he missed Tucker. He’d been missing him for seventeen months. Even though he’d told himself that there had been nothing between them but sex — and the profession they both loved — he

Well, I've found another M/M author to obssess with and lucky me, he has a TON of books



Fair Game was my first, but I think it was a good choice because I absolutely loved it

"And he missed Tucker. He’d been missing him for seventeen months. Even though he’d told himself that there had been nothing between them but sex — and the profession they both loved — he still missed him, still felt like a huge chunk of his life had been ripped out by the same bullet that put him out of a job."

“It’s worth finding out.”
Tucker was still looking at him, his expression unreadable. Elliot heard the echo of his words. For some reason it suddenly felt like they were talking about something entirely different.
“Sometimes you already know the answer. Sometimes it’s just not worth the bother.”

"It wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t so conscious of the warm weight of Tucker’s arm, the hard strength of his torso and flank pressed up against Elliot’s body — if he wasn’t conscious of how much he wanted Tucker’s arm around him."

"Tucker strode in, bigger than life. That’s how Tucker always seemed: bigger than life. Just walking into a room he seemed to fill it, while at the same time emptying it of half the oxygen."

"Tucker embraced him with something close to ferocity. Elliot went with it. He hugged Tucker back, resting his face in the damp curve of Tucker’s neck and collar.
Tucker’s hard, muscular arms were wrapped so tight around him he could barely catch his breath. He could feel Tucker’s heart slamming against his chest — or maybe that was his own heartbeat."

"Suddenly he wanted — craved Tucker like he’d wanted nothing in his life before. His hands slid into the softness of Tucker’s hair and he tried to drag his head up to taste his mouth again, he felt famished for the taste of him, like he could never again get enough of him."

"The way I handled things?" Elliot snarled. "Christ. You've got a complaint about how I handled things? You're the biggest asshole on the planet, but you've got a complaint about how I treated you?(…)

The problem was that his newfound acceptance, this hard won calm, was too much like his reconstructed knee joint. It still worked, after a fashion, and it was mostly pain free, but it was not built to withstand prolonged, extreme stress--and nothing defined Tucker Lance like extreme.

And he missed Tucker. He'd been missing him for seventeen months. Even though he'd told himself that there had been nothing between them but sex--and the profession they both loved--he still missed him, still felt like a huge chunk of his life had been ripped out by the same bullet that put him out of a job.

All that wordless searching and that was what he came up with? Typical Tucker. Throwing it right back on Elliot. His lips parted. Yes, it was too late. It was seventeen months too late. That's what he wanted to say, what his hurt pride goaded him to say. But if he said it now, it would be the end.

"If you even try to die, I’ll kill you myself."

It had,my personal favourite,two very hot hunks.One of them,a wounded hero.



Drama.



Suspense.



Sexual tension.



Action.



Romance.

"If you even try to die, I’ll kill you myself."

It had,my personal favourite,two very hot hunks.One of them,a wounded hero.



Drama.



Suspense.



Sexual tension.



Action.



Romance.

'A million questions were chasing around Elliot’s fogged brain, but none of them seemed
important compared to the astonished delight of finding himself alive, mostly unhurt and in Tucker’s arms.'





"I want that. I don’t think a week goes by I don’t dream about
it. The way it feels to move inside you. The way your body grabs on like tight velvet. The sounds you make, like having me inside you is the best thing that ever happened to you."

'Don’t let’s ask for the moon. We have the stars.'

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"Their mouths met. It seemed natural, inevitable. Tucker’s lips felt exactly the way Elliot remembered, tasted exactly as he remembered. For such a hard man, Tucker had a sweet, lush mouth.

"Suddenly he wanted—craved—Tucker like he’d wanted nothing in his life before.... he felt famished for the taste of him, like he could never again get enough of ...him. The hot velvet of Tucker’s lips had fastened on Elliot’s throat and he was sucking him, marking him..."

"His knee was killing him, was not going to support him for much longer, but of far greater importance seemed the erection shoving against the constriction of his jeans. Biological imperative."

“Yeah?” Elliot murmured. “What I want, really want, is to be fucked. I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh God,” Tucker muttered. “I want that. I don’t think a week goes by I don’t dream about it. The way it feels to move inside you. The way your body grabs on like tight velvet. The sounds you make, like having me inside you is the best thing that ever happened to you.”
Elliot moaned in response to that dark, seductive voice. His cock went stiffer still. “Yeah, like that,” Tucker breathed hotly against his ear. “Just like that. The way you spread yourself, spread your legs so that I can get at you and push so deep—”

"It was good between us, Elliot. You know it was. We both know it was. We just needed more time."

"It was good between us, Elliot. You know it was. We both know it was. We just needed more time."

'"If you even try to die, I'll kill you myself," Tucker had said in a choky voice.'