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Club Fantasy, chapter 20


Section Twenty

Rick wandered into the club, Mickey on his arm. "You want to play the slots, hon?"

His twin shook his head, long blond curls swinging. "No. Let's get a beer and play poker."

"You only like that..."

"Because I always win," Mickey finished for him. Familiar blue eyes stared into his, dancing and lit up with the colors from the casino. "You know it."

They headed over to the bar and ordered two Killian's, Mickey paying while he tipped. The bartender gave them a look, letting them know he liked what he saw.

The place was rocking -- full of desperate men and laughing ones. Some having fun and some crying in their beers. It was odd -- a little sad, a little humorous. Almost... stereotypical. Still, the music was good, the beer was cold and Mickey'd asked so nicely on his knees this afternoon.

Rick’s eyes glazed over a little as he remembered the feeling of Mickey’s mouth around his cock, making sure he was utterly melted and malleable before springing the visit to the club on him. Like he’d needed that much convincing. Not that he’d let Mickey know he was easier than that -- he wouldn’t want to lose out on a single blow-job.

Mickey said something and he grinned over unrepentantly; it was Mickey’s own fault he’d been distracted and hadn’t heard a word his twin had said. Shaking it off, he glanced around, admiring the landscape. One guy in particular caught his eye over by the Fantasy Slots. The man was well over six feet and built, something the tight t-shirt and even tighter jeans could attest to.

He nudged Mickey. "Look."

"Oh, hot."

Rick nodded. "You know it. Wonder if he's a player."

Before they had a chance to speculate any more than that, the bells and whistles on the machine Hot and Studly was playing at went nuts. Lights flashed and sirens sounded and the big guy's face lit right up. Now there was a sight to see, and Rick wasn’t referring to the lights and whistles.

"Oh, dude." Mickey laughed and clapped. "He won! Let's go congratulate him."

"Lead on, MacDuff."

"MacDork." Mickey wiggled it.

"MacDingleberry."

The stud was fishing a big coin out of the win basket, looking at it with a frown tugging his eyebrows together.

They wandered over, offering Big, Studly and Beautiful a pair of smiles. "Congratulations!"

The guy blinked, eyes the prettiest brown, and then smiled, taking them both in. "Are you my fantasy prize?" He held up the oversized coin he'd collected from the machine.

Mickey chuckled, stepping over like they'd known this man forever. "How did you guess, darlin'?"

A deep flush swept up from the man's neck all the way to the top of his head. "It's my um... well."

Mickey stepped forward, hand flat on the tight belly. "You like twins, hmm? He's got the tightest ass. Ever."

Rick swatted the hell out of Mickey's ass -- which was, he supposed, as tight as his. "Mister Mouthy here can suck a golf ball through a garden hose."

"Holy fuck. Somebody had better pinch me." Their stud looked like he’d been pole axed. In a good way.

He could do that. He reached out, found a nipple beneath the sinfully tight T-shirt and tweaked.

Mr. Studly gasped, mouth dropping open. And then he chuckled and held out a hand. "I'm Tank."

"Rick and this shithead is Mickey."

The man shook his hand, palm warm. "Nice to meet you. Very nice. Can I buy you both a drink?" Tank’s warm brown eyes were busy eating him and Mickey up.

"You can. Killians, please." Mickey cuddled right in to his side, fingers running down his belly.

Tank watched them move together, and if Rick wasn't mistaken, that was a nice-sized bulge growing in the front of the man's jeans.

He let his hand slide down, frame Mickey's ass for a second, before he squeezed.

Tank licked his lips and then shook himself and headed for the bar. "Better get those beers before I lose manners."

"God, he's cute." Mickey was beaming.

"He's fine." He squeezed Mickey a little, watching the man walk. Yum.

Tank ordered three beers and handed two over with a smile, eyes still watching them like they were the main course. Which, if things worked out the way he hoped, they were.

Mickey didn't hesitate a second, leaning up to rub a little in thanks. "Perfect."
Show off.

"I'll say." Tank reached out and touched Mickey's hair. "I don't suppose you two have a place nearby?"

"Rick got us a room here, so we could drink." One hand reached back for him. "We never drive when we drink."

No.

No, never.

He reached out for Mickey's hand, squeezing.

They'd lost everyone in that crash. Everyone, with the two of them at home, grounded. Waiting for people who wouldn't ever come back again.

"That's a good policy." Tank's fingers slid through Mickey's curls. "Look, I don't know if you're actually the prize I won or not, but you two fit my idea of a fantasy pretty much down to a T."

Mickey rippled, moaned. "He has fabulous hands, Rick."

"You have fabulous hair, love." His hair was much shorter, although just as blond.

Tank groaned, one of those fabulous hands dropping down to hide his package, cheeks ruddy. "I'm about to be in a very embarrassing situation here..."

"Our room is upstairs." Rick took a swig of his beer.

"I'm willing if you are." Tank's eyes gave them both a long once-over, the look hot. Appreciative. Like he and Mickey were candy.

"We're very, very good at willing."

Tank's smile lit up the bar as much as the earlier light show had. "Then show me the way."

He leaned in, kissed Mickey good and hard, tongue fucking his twin's lips. Mickey arched, melted into him, responding eagerly. He let the heat build between them until it was almost unbearable, then he pulled away, smiling into shocked, dark eyes.

"This way, man. Let's play."

Saturday Stuff

I love Dwayne Johnson aka The Rock. I think the man is sexy, sexy, sexy. And also funny. A man who can laugh at himself? Doubly sexy. So how come I didn't know about The Rock's Pec Pop of Love before now? The entire scene makes the whole movie (Journey 2 The Mysterious Island) and had me rolling. The dialog between The Rock and Michael Caine is quite amusing as well. "How do you like Grandma now?"

I'm off to a barbeque this evening. The only drawback is the folks we're visiting do not have a/c. I may melt, and not in the fun spanky way ;)

I must edit this week's Club Fantasy and get it up before it's Monday and too late.

I guess it's time to start trying to get my newsletter done, too. Although I still have a week to go before it's very last minute!

I'm looking forward to The Avengers coming out on Blue Ray so I can watch it again. I have to admit, it's been awhile since I've said that about a movie. That Jeremy Renner is a hottie. I have thought so since The Unusuals TV show.

The Olympics are coming. Expect lots of drooling in this space.

A is for Andy, a Hammer story now out!

My latest hammer story is now out!

A is for Andy

Police Officer 'A' is at the Hammer Club for an evening of relaxation after a hard week when he runs into veterinarian Andy. Unlike any sub he's ever met, Andy intrigues A and he happily accepts an invitation to the man's home. Will A and Andy find something together, or will they just feed the animals and call it a night?

read an excerpt here
buy it here

Man, I Missed Monday and Two on Tuesday

Monday was, well a Monday yesterday. Funny how that works out, isn't it? So I missed it. If I had gotten the time to write up my My God It's Monday post, I would have said that I'm on the Rainbow Studio and Romance for the Rest of Us blogs tomorrow (now today, see below).

I also would have mentioned that A is for Andy is coming out tomorrow!

Police Officer A is at the Hammer Club for an evening of relaxation after a hard week when he runs into veterinarian Andy. Unlike any sub he's ever met, Andy intrigues A and he happily accepts an invitation to the man's home. Will A and Andy find something together, or will they just feed the animals and call it a night?


A sat at the bar at the Hammer Club, enjoying a glass of beer. They knew how to pull draughts here, and the amount of head was just perfect.

It had been weeks since he'd been here. Hell it had been at least that long since he'd last gotten to unwind. They'd been working a fucking hard case -- it was always hardest when kids were involved -- and like everyone else, he'd only been breaking to get some sleep. They'd caught the asshole, though. It was iron-clad, too.

The club was popping, loud and happy, the dance floor full, the tiny little cover band much improved from what he'd been listening to last night. He finished his beer and asked for another. It was the perfect place to unwind.

"Howdy, Cinnamon, honey. Can I get a beer when you get a chance?" The voice was low, slow, and pure southern. Like some weird cowboy movie.

A couldn't help but turn and look.

A long, tall bearded man in a ballcap stood there, in a white button down and a pair of jeans. Well, hello, long tall drink of water.

"Sure, Andy. It'll be a few minutes."

"No worries." Andy draped himself over a barstool, casual and easy.

A looked his fill, from head to toes and back down again. Nice. Very nice. The boots looked ancient, the jeans like well-loved friends. And they showed off the most amazing ass. A's prick perked right on up, suddenly eager to help him with the whole blowing off steam thing.

One pretzel was picked out of the bar snacks, inspected, then eaten, nibbled really.

A puffed himself up; he knew he looked good. Bright blue eyes cut over to him, checked him out, and he got a nod. He smiled in return, nodded back, and shifted over so when he breathed in he could smell the man. Cologne and soap, rich and male and clean. Damn, the man was fine.

He licked his lips.

Andy pinked, looked away, then looked back in a charming flirt. He smiled, let the heat he was beginning to feel show in his eyes. What a charmer.

Cinnamon brought Andy a beer, and it was nice to see that the man tipped well.

A watched as Andy took a long swallow, throat exposed, Adam's apple bobbing. Damn. Damn, that was hot as hell. His prick had gone from interested to wanting, pushing hard at his zipper.

He needed to find out if this fine specimen of a man was single, was available, was interested. He held out his hand. "A Cooper."

"Andy Ballard. Pleased."


This week promises to be very hot and humid. Is it wrong to be looking forward to the fall already?

Two on Tuesday

Posted about Fair Weather Characters today on The Rainbow Studio Blog.

Posting today on the Romance for the Rest of Us Blog (one post about losing time, another post about A is for Andy -- out tomorrow! All comments go into a draw for a gift ceritficate)

Lucky Seven Meme

Here are the 'rules':

Go to page 7 or 77 of your latest work. Read down to the seventh line and then post online the next seven lines or sentences. Thn head off and tag seven more writers.

This is from Ramping Up, a short story featuring Mike and Jessy from Personal Best.

Starving.

"In we go then."

"In?" He grabbed Jessy, kissed the man with all he had.

Jessy kissed him back, tongue sliding against his. "In, you know. Kitchen, bedroom, whichever hunger's bigger."

"Uh-huh." He wasn't paying attention to anything but the kisses.

He heard Jesse's soft chuckle, felt it vibrate inside his mouth.

Laughing at him. Butthead.

And the people I tag are: Kiernan Kelly, J. Rocci, Lydia Nyx, Giselle Renarde, Berengaria Brown, Kate Roman and Charlie Cochet

Happy Father's Day!

Some of my books with Daddies in them:



When Jeff agreed to be the sperm donor to his best friend Beth, he never expected a tragedy to leave his newborn and three year old motherless. That's exactly what's happened, though, and it's totally thrown his life into chaos: his lover has left him, his house isn't anywhere near childproof and his boss feels the restaurant has been patient enough with the time off.

Donny has always known he wanted to be in childcare, and he just finished his degree in early childhood education. He didn't count on people being less than thrilled to hire him when they find out that not only is he a male nanny, but a gay one at that. Job hunting has been frustrating to say the least, so when he knocks on Jeff's door and is greeted by the sounds of things breaking and a pair of screaming children, he thinks, just maybe, he can begin this particular interview with a trial by fire.

Becoming the nanny to Jeff's children just might be a dream come true for Danny, and exactly what Jeff needs, but are either one of them ready to really be a family?

You can buy Daddy, Daddy and Me here.




Abandoned by his partner in the wilds of Alaska, Peter is pretty much at the end of his rope. He has a cabin falling down around his ears, two young babies to care for, and too much alone time to think about his situation. It's enough to make a man rethink wanting to be a dad.

Park Ranger Chad thinks Peter could use some help, especially when fire and weather warnings make him wonder if Peter's little cabin is going to make it through the year. When he takes Peter and the babies in, he finds out that the attraction the two of them felt on their first meeting has the potential to be a lot more. Can he convince Peter that they can do more than keep each other warm?

You can buy First Steps here.




Eric doesn’t know where else to turn when his daughter is kidnapped, so he calls on his powerful ex-lover, Brock. Brock never expected to hear from Eric again, but he never got over the man, either. When Eric comes to him to help find the three-year-old Josie, there's no way Brock can turn him down. He has the money and the contacts Eric needs, and he can't let Eric walk out of his life again. Not after all these years.

Brock has no idea what he's letting himself in for. Together, Eric and Josie turn Brock's world upside down while they work with police and private security to find the people who took Josie, and to keep Eric and Josie safe while they do. Even as they get to know each other again, Brock has to fight the feelings he still has for Eric, at least for time being, which just makes it all that much harder. Can Eric and Brock find out who wants to hurt them before it's too late, or will Brock fall off his pedestal as Eric's hero?

You can buy Unlikely Hero here.




From single men to men in committed relationships, from Texas to New Zealand, family matters are matters of the heart and they mean more than anything else. There's not a thing these men won't do for their families, whether it's learning how to pitch in and help at a clan wedding or raise two wild runaways in Auckland. One way or another, families change a man's life, and a man in love finds he's all the better for it.

In Alexa Snow's "Motion of the Planet", commitment-shy Tyler discovers his Irish lover has everything it takes to help him learn to be a parent to his niece and nephew. "Everybody Loves a Wedding" by Chris Owen leads us through Spencer's determination to pull off the biggest, best wedding party ever for his sister, with more than a little help from his new flame Dean.

Kara Larson's "And a Chook Shall Lead Them" tells the story of Amiri and Graeme, New Zealand physicians torn between historical family ties and two children's needs in today's world. In Sean Michael's "Inheritance", a bullheaded cowboy and a stubborn games designer go head-to-head over what's to be done with their shared nieces and nephews and find they're falling fast for one another. Let this anthology teach you whole new definitions of family today!

You can buy Family Matters here.

Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy, chapter 19

Michael passed a card with a pair of names on it to Seth. "Here you go, put Chris and Henry in the win column. I know they didn't actually come in, but one of them was going to and they met right outside the door and we need all the wins we can get."

He flashed his lover a winning smile and snagged a couple of beer nuts from Seth's bowl.

"I think that's cheating, beloved." Sometimes having a reformed demon lover was a royal pain in the ass.

"Are you sure? Chris was on his way in. If he'd won the fantasy slots we would have had to get up to all sorts. We just..." He waved his hands in the air. "Cut out the middle man."

"Hmm. I suppose..." Seth put the card in the win column, tail lashing lazily. "We made our quota, then. We get a day off..."

Michael laughed, absolutely delighted. "I love days off."

That smile broadened, the scent of smoke sudden and strong. "Yes."

"Whatever shall we do with this one?" He grinned and stood, his wings unfurling partway as he flirted with his handsome demon.

"We could go to a movie..." A forked tongue slipped over heavy fangs, Seth's horns beginning to ruffle the thick hair.

"We could... but I'm pretty sure I'd spontaneously combust if I had to sit beside you in a dark theatre and actually watch a movie..." Seth was a terrible tease when he wanted to be.

Michael loved it.

"I hate the smell of singed feathers." His own personal demon leaned back in his chair, sprawling. The thin, gauzy white pants didn't hide a thing.

"Oh, look at that -- is it all for me?" As if it would be for anyone else. Michael let his wings unfurl completely, stretching them out as he moved toward Seth.

Seth's moan was smoky, body clenching as those dark eyes admired his wings. He stroked the air with them a time or two, gentle flutters, showing off.

Then he knelt in front of Seth's chair, fingers reaching for the bulge that strained at those thin pants. Seth spread wider, hips bucking up for him, offering everything to him. He slid his fingers alongside the thick cock and then undid the top button, teasing the tip through the cloth.

"Tease." The single word was a growl, a snarl.

"I am." He flicked his thumb across the tip again.

He could smell the hint of sulphur now, the smoke. He opened the zipper and spread apart Seth's pants. Oh, look at that. Long and dark, tipping with a broad head, Seth's cock was a thing of beauty. Almost a weapon.

Moaning, Michael leaned in and breathed deeply, pulling in the scent of come and smoke. Then he licked, tasting the head, the single drop that welled there. He heard the rip and snarl of claws digging into the arms of the chair, his own personal demon arching, trying to sink deeper.

Oh, he didn't think so. Not yet. He wasn't done teasing yet. He shook his head, licked at the tip again, his hands rubbing Seth's thighs.

"Beloved. Your mouth. So hot."

"Not as hot as yours." He smiled up into Seth's eyes and licked from the base of the dark cock to the tip and back down again.

That forked tongue slipped out, slithering a bit. "Again. Do it again."

"Anything you want, love."

He flicked at the head of Seth's cock and then licked his way up and down again, tasting heat and come and a hint of sulphur. He began to sweat, the temperature in the room climbing as Seth's need did.

He licked his lips and then took the head of Seth's prick in, wrapping his lips around it and sucking. Clawed hands landed on his shoulders, Seth curling down around him, crying out in need as he sucked.

He loved making his own personal devil crazy with lust, with pleasure. He slowly lowered his head, taking in more of the wide heat, tongue slapping.

"Fuck." Those claws found his wings, sliding along the feathers, blazing with heat.

His own prick was hard as steel, leaking in his pants.

Seth's mouth started moving, thick, words sliding out, painting the air, the walls with demon tongue. Out of the corner of his eye Michael could see things that looked like snakes made of smoke, writhing in the air. He sucked harder, head bobbing down to take Seth all the way in, Seth's words becoming more guttural.

The sounds of howling and need seeped through the walls, up through the floor. He could feel Seth, fighting his natural self for control.

His hand slipped down, cupping Seth's balls as he sucked even harder, demanding his lover's seed. He felt the velvet soft sacs ripple, jerk, just before heated come splashed over his tongue, filling him with heat. It tasted of smoke and sulphur, of salt and Seth himself.

He cleaned Seth's cock and pulled off, looking up to meet his lover's eyes. Totally black, it was like looking into a mirror, into the sky. Then Seth grabbed his own knees, spreading himself wide, hole exposed.

"Seth, you devil." Groaning, he leaned in and licked at the tiny little point.

"No. Your devil."

He wound up laughing, breathing in the hot and sulphur musk of Seth's body. "Yes, mine."

"I want you to take me, Michael. Fill me."

"Best offer I've had all day, lover. Well, since you offered to blow me this morning, anyway."

"Smartass." One clawed hand whacked his head.

Laughing, he pushed two fingers deep into Seth's hole. That ring of muscles grabbed his fingers, squeezing hard.

"Seth. Fuck." It always amazed him how hot and tight his lover's body was.

"Yes. Fuck. I'm ready for you, Michael."

"You sure?" He loved to tease.

The snarl was low, rough, Seth's horns getting longer.

"Was that a yes?" Just how riled could he get his demon lover?

"Michael." The power in his name made him shudder, ache.

He tore at his trousers, ripping them off before tugging Seth to the edge of the chair.

"Yes. Michael. Angel. Now."

"Now!" He thrust forward, pushing deep into Seth's body. He screamed with the heat, the pressure around his prick near unbearable. "Seth. Seth." He repeated his lover's name over and over, with each thrust.

"Yes. Harder." The chair creaked, Seth's muscles clenching around him.

His hands gripped Seth's hips, pulling him in harder, their bodies slapping together. He could smell flames and, even though he knew they weren't real, he drew his wings in. His nails dug into Seth's skin, his mouth finding Seth's in a kiss.

Heat sprayed up against his belly like a brand, stinging him. He cried out again, his hips shoving in deep as he came inside his demon lover.

"Yesss..." The sound like a mere hiss, a sibilant noise.

"Love." He pushed his tongue into Seth's mouth again, tasting his lover.

Seth's arms wrapped around him, holding on even as those fingers stroked his feathers.

"Mmm..." He slowly spread his wings, shivering as Seth's fingers moved over him.

"We have a whole day... You're going to be worn by the time we're through."

"What a delightful thought. I want to take you every way possible, and then I want you to return the favor. We don't get days off all that often." Not nearly often enough in Michael's opinion.

"I concur. Let's go upstairs. "Seth's ass squeezed his cock.

A shudder moved through him. "Sounds perfect." He reached up and slid his fingers over Seth's little horns.

Seth shuddered, ass working him as he touched. "Better than perfect. Heavenly."

Searching the Seas now out!

Can being stolen by a pirate be a good thing? Keeper of the peace Abraham Sawyer is about to find out!

Kidnapped by pirates, Abraham is used as collateral for a trade between the pirates and the seaside village at their mercy. Things are not always as they seem, though, and soon Abraham and the pirate Captain are learning to love, and live, with the past and the future.

Originally published in Galleons and Gangplanks.

read an excerpt here

buy it here

Two on Tuesday

Saw the Avengers - really liked it. I want more Jeremy Renner, please.


My favorite pirate is Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow. Who's yours?

My God It's Monday

Again. Already. And this one is a hot one -- unfortunately I mean the actual temp and not because of hot men doing hot things to each other.

I did an interview with Top 2 Bottom Reviews, they've also got a really lovely review of Trust following the interview. Thank you to them for the opportunity.

On Thursday I will be at the Romance for the Rest of Us blog, probably talking about pirates. Arrrrr.

Speaking of pirates, I have an ebook coming out on Wednesday from Torquere Press -- this is a rerelease from the Galleons and Gangplanks anthology which is now out of print. The cover is yummy!



Can being stolen by a pirate be a good thing? Keeper of the peace Abraham Sawyer is about to find out!

Kidnapped by pirates, Abraham is used as collateral for a trade between the pirates and the seaside village at their mercy. Things are not always as they seem, though, and soon Abraham and the pirate Captain are learning to love, and live, with the past and the future.

I just got the covers on a couple of other upcoming books, and they are yummy too.

Breaking Cover is coming out July 11 from Resplendence.

Middle Game is the second Chess book and is coming out July 30 from Total e-Bound