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147 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 29, 2009
"That doesn't mean I have any more interest in leaving you for a man than for a woman. Just like I have to trust that you aren't going to meet some guy one day who has always identified as gay, who sees the world more in accordance with the way you do, and leave me for him. Does it worry me sometimes? Do I have moments of insecurity when I see you talking to an attractive gay man who I know would appeal to you? Yes...I get scared sometimes, Adam. But I remind myself that you love me and that what we have together goes well beyond sex."There were two minorities mentioned in the story, one a housekeeper who is...go on guess...Latina, yes. We don't even see her. Then there's a black man who gets in-scene time, but he never speaks. His profession? You're going to be so shocked...security. At least he's head of it. It's a sad day when I'm actually seeing this situation as an improvement over most other stories I read.
"His age doesn't mean anything anyway," Logan pointed out. "Age, social class, education, size--it's all irrelevant in domestic-abuse cases. All it takes is for one of the two people to feel inferior or to feel as if they need the other person to survive, and the other half can do almost whatever they want and get away with it."I really appreciated that because too often, people think it's a class or gender thing, or that someone powerful in their everyday lives, can't be abused. Yeah, it's a little preachy and could have been said a little less heavy-handedly, but I still really liked it.
Summary: When Rhone Quinn caught Adam Reyes picking his pocket in Finding Home, he never dreamed the young man would become his best friend, his business partner, or that, as that friendship grew, Adam was secretly gay and falling for him. What really knocked heterosexual Rhone on his ass was discovering Adam’s feelings, and realizing he felt an equally fierce attraction and love for Adam.
Fast forward two years. Rhone and Adam are engaged and headed to Vermont for their wedding. Nothing can mar this beautiful occasion. Right?
Wrong. A bride staying at the hotel fuels Adam’s fears of losing Rhone to a woman; a feuding couple that Adam and Rhone run into every time they turn around sparks disagreements between them; and a hotel employee’s strange behavior spurs Adam’s professional curiosity and later rouses his protective juices.
What was supposed to be a week of celebration and hot lovin’ quickly turns into a Quinn Security investigation.
Now all Rhone and Adam need to do is get a bickering couple to admit they’re in love, help a sweet young man out of a terrible situation, and maybe, just maybe, Rhone can get his fella to the chapel on time to say “I do.”
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices.
Excerpt: Rhone slammed Adam into the wall of their apartment and shoved his cock up his partner's ass. Adam cried out, and Rhone moaned as his lover's passage closed in tightly and suffocated his dick. Goddamnit, it felt good to finally fuck his man. Being rock hard during the long el ride home had nearly killed him. Once they made it inside the apartment, and Rhone tore Adam's clothes off and his own jeans down, he just couldn't hold off another second to get them to the bedroom.
I have to celebrate. And I don't want to do it with anyone except Adam.
Shoving a hand into Adam's dark, silky hair, Rhone yanked his head back and fused their mouths together in a searing kiss. He held Adam to him and pumped his prick through the snug embrace of Adam's hole. It felt like, with every deep in-stroke he made, Adam massaged each nerve ending in his cock. And on every shallow withdrawal, he licked Rhone's length with a million tiny tongues.
Christ. He's steaming and tight…and perfect.
Rhone breathed against Adam's cheek and worked hard to control the depth and pace of his fucking. He brushed his lips across Adam's jaw, met his gaze, and trembled. “What you do to me.” He pressed his forehead to his lover's and didn't look away from the intensity in his gaze as they made love. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” Adam's eyes burned dark as onyx, and he clamped his arms and legs even tighter around Rhone's shoulders and waist. He flicked his tongue into Rhone's mouth and branded him all over again with that split-second touch. “Now fuck me like you mean it, and make me come.”
Rhone held Adam to him, and his balls swelled just thinking about pounding Adam into oblivion. “Whatever you want.” He took a big stride in the direction of their bedroom, forgot he still had his jeans around his knees, and sent them both crashing to the floor.
Shifting just in time, Rhone took the brunt of the fall. With a grunt, Adam landed on top of him, straddling Rhone's hips and still riding his cock.
Shit.
“Are you okay?”
A chuckle escaped Adam. Then a smile hit his pretty lips, a twinkle made it look like the moon danced in his eyes, and his chuckle turned into a full-on belly laugh. He wiggled his ass on Rhone's dick and waggled his brow. “I think we stuck the landing. We're gonna get all tens from the judges for sure.”
Looking up at his partner's handsome face, Rhone shook his head with ease, but his chest constricted hard on the sight. “Stuff like that is why I fall for you more every day we're together.”
Fingers grazed lightly on Rhone's stubbly cheek and into his hair. “You are my world, Rhone.” Adam folded himself down on Rhone and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Always will be.”
Damn it. “Ohhh fuck.” Rhone's balls squeezed hard, and he lost his shit. He dug his fingers into Adam's hips and drove up into his tight passage one last time. The pleasure of taking Adam overwhelmed him, and with a hoarse noise, Rhone unloaded his seed into Adam's ass, marking him deep inside.
Adam reared up with a gasp as Rhone filled him, and he quickly took his own cock in hand. With eyes closed, he tilted his head back and rode Rhone's dick with long, sure strokes. His sleek, muscular frame undulated in a wave of solid, olive-toned flesh, and the sight of it stole what little breath Rhone had left in his body.
“Christ, you are something special to see. Here.” Rhone spit in his palm, brushed Adam's hand aside, and circled his own around Adam's straining prick. Adam opened his eyes, and Rhone finished, “Look at me, baby, and let me help you come.”
Rhone started to pull on Adam's rigid length, and Adam bunched Rhone's jersey in his hands, immediately picking up the pace of his ride. “Oh yeah…” He bit his lip as Rhone alternated between jerking him off and tugging his nuts, and his chute rippled so damn much that Rhone's cock remained almost completely hard in Adam's ass. Adam groaned and whipped his seat back and forth on Rhone's penetration. “Harder, Rhone, harder.”
With a surge into a sitting position, Rhone bit Adam on the shoulder—and delivered his lover straight to heaven. Adam locked in place and then convulsed and spewed hot lines of cum onto Rhone's stomach. His channel milked Rhone with every tremor that went through his frame, and Rhone hissed as his prick mightily enjoyed the handshake.
The tension and trembling eventually left Adam's body. He gently pulled himself off Rhone's cock, leaned back on his elbows, and smiled in that sweetly wicked way he only did for Rhone. “Damn,” he said with a grin, “the Cubbies need to get into the postseason more often.”
“Amen to that.” Rhone laughed too, and he wondered how many people had gone home from that baseball game earlier tonight and fucked in celebration of the huge win. Rhone bared his teeth like a wolf and looked Adam up and down as if he were cornered prey. “Imagine what I'll do to you if they ever win the World Series.”
Adam groaned and covered his eyes with his hand. “Don't torment me with something you're never gonna be able to make happen.”