Story Excerpt

Tabby rolled over, his arm falling from the side of the cot, dangling over the edge as his stomach lurched. He quickly forgot about the man with the air of danger as he thought that maybe he should have eaten dinner before his bout of drinking.

That would have been the wise thing to do.

“He needs to sleep it off.”

Tabby turned his head and listened closely as the sheriff argued with someone. His voice was so deep that it carried down the hallway and into his cell, making Tabby strain to listen. Was the sheriff talking about him?

“I will take full responsibility for him, Jesse.”

God, that voice!

Ever since he had heard the deep timbre a few weeks back, that was all Tabby dreamt about. He wasn’t sure what the guy meant when he had yelled mine, but the voice had drawn him in like a moth to a burning building, making Tabby run in fear of becoming addicted to the damn sound.

Tabby had tried his best to steer clear of the man since then, but damn if that voice wasn’t something he could listen to all day long. It was jack-off worthy in his opinion. It was deep, commanding, and downright earthmoving.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Memphis.”

Tabby glanced up to see the man who had broken into every damn dream he had since that night. He stood there looking good enough to eat. His black T-shirt stretched across ripped muscles that flexed when he waved at the cell. Tabby was going to come in his drunken state just by staring at the man!

“Open it up.”

Tabby rolled onto his back, staring at the guy as the sheriff opened the jail cell. He wanted to ask what in the hell was going on, but his mouth was as dry as the desert. He needed something to drink.

“You’re in my custody now,” Memphis said as he approached the cot, his lean and fierce figure looming over Tabby.

Tabby shook his head, regretting it as he lay back down, grabbing his temples and praying the insistent throbbing stopped sometime soon. “I can’t be. I’m not under arrest. Just let me sleep it off.”

He wasn’t as crazy as everyone thought he was. There was no way he was going to let a stranger take him out of here. And what kind of sheriff allowed one of his prisoners to be taken away by a stranger anyway?

When he had gone to the hospital because the sheriff had claimed that Tabby had knocked his head into the bars on purpose, that was the farthest thing from the truth. He had slipped and fell, hitting his head on the bars.

Everyone he had ever known had always exaggerated things about him. Tabby hated it. He hated being known as the crazy man wherever he went, and it seemed this town was no different from the rest. Tabby had hoped it was. The town was beautiful, but the sheriff was determined to be like everyone else.

Memphis cocked his head, staring down at Tabby, and then reached his hand out, waving it toward his body. “Come on, Tabby. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

“No, I’m not going,” Tabby argued as he slapped at Memphis’s hands. “Leave me alone.”

Memphis stood, staring down at him in disbelief. “What is your problem?”

His problem? Was the guy serious? “Maybe my problem is that I don’t know you. Maybe because I only know your name because I heard the sheriff say it. And maybe I’m freaking out because you tried to make me yours a few weeks ago without even learning my name!”

Yeah, okay. So he fucked a guy last night without getting his name. Hell, they hadn’t spoken a single word while the man rocked his world. But that was different. Tabby had gone into that knowing full well it was just a hookup.

This psycho was trying to make things permanent.

It was inconceivable to Tabby that a total stranger was taking so much interest in him. What were his motives? What was Memphis up to? The words crazy stalker were running through his head as Tabby turned toward the wall, feeling the entire room spin with his action.

God, he wished he was sober right now.

He closed his eyes, praying the dizziness subsided. His stomach was doing flips, and he wasn’t too sure that he could hold his stomach content down. What had he eaten today anyway? Tabby felt himself drift off to sleep, only to feel someone trying to lift him from the cot.

“Don’t even try it, buddy,” he growled without opening his eyes.

Memphis’s alluring and deeply masculine voice washed over him, almost soothing Tabby. “I promise, Tabby. You’re safe.”

“And I promise to kick your balls up into your throat if you take me from here.” It was a promise he wasn’t too sure he could deliver in his current condition. He could barely hold his head up as it was.

But he had to make the attempt at letting Memphis know what he would do. Even if Tabby knew for a fact that he couldn’t kick a wet noodle’s ass at the moment. Memphis was three times his size with at least one hundred more pounds over Tabby—all straining muscles, lickable, touchable, straining muscles.

Adult Excerpt

As badly as he fought his attraction for the two, Tabby would give his left nut to be loved by one of them. Against his will, his eyes trailed over to Memphis’s naked groin, locking onto the hard shaft. He licked his lips and then his eyes darted up. Tabby wondered if Memphis was going to sneer at him.

Most men used Tabby, looked at him as someone to fuck and then toss aside. No one respected him for the man that he was, and no one ever stuck around long enough afterward to make Tabby feel as though he was truly wanted.

That fear kept him from telling these two gorgeous men that he wanted one, or even both, to fuck him. He’d never been with two men before and the idea frightened him, but the thought also turned him the hell on.

He’d even settle for watching these two gods fuck each other as he jacked off.

Tabby jumped nervously when he felt a strong hand glide down his back, cupping his ass.

“How much better do you feel?” Romano practically purred the question.

Tabby’s eyes snapped up to see Memphis staring at him with lust. He was seriously reconsidering his thought of being with both of them at the same time. It was a bit intimidating. Both of these men were powerful forces, and Tabby was a damn pip-squeak.

His body shook as he glanced down at Memphis’s straining cock. “A lot,” he answered Romano’s question. As soon as the words left his lips, he was lifted from the floor and taken to the bed, where Romano stripped him of his clothes.

“Wait!” Tabby shouted as both men converged on him. It was too much. Everything was happening too fast, and Tabby needed room to breathe and think about what was happening to him. The men were smoking-ass hot and Tabby wanted both of them, but he felt as though he were being swallowed whole as the two men towered over him.

“Problem?” Romano asked with a quirk to his brow.

Tabby pushed at Romano’s chest as he scooted back against the headboard. Enough was enough. First Memphis got all stalkerish on him and then sniffed him like a damn piece of meat, and now he was being manhandled.

“Take it slow,” Tabby said as he tried to cover his body. Why he was being shy, he wasn’t really sure. “I’ve never…” He waved a hand between Memphis and Romano.

“Me either,” Memphis admitted as he backed away. “If this isn’t what you want, we’ll back off. No one is forcing you, Tabby.”

Tabby didn’t want them to back off. He just didn’t want them to toss him around like a damn salad. He wanted a say in this. Tabby wanted some control in what was about to happen to him. “Just go easy on me, okay?”

To his surprise, both men drew away. That wasn’t what Tabby had wanted. He wanted to get fucked and suck someone’s cock, but they just needed to slow down, not stop altogether. Pulling bravery from down in his toes, Tabby pushed to his hands and knees and crawled over to Memphis, taking the gorgeous man’s cock into his mouth.

“Tabby!” Memphis sucked in air between his teeth as his hips snapped. Tabby’s eyes watered as the large cock rammed into the back of his throat, but he didn’t pull away. His fingers curled around the hard shaft as his tongue swiveled around the angry purple head.

“Fuck if that doesn’t look good,” Romano groaned as his hand glided over Tabby’s naked ass. He jerked from the contact, feeling his nervousness start to kick in at a high rate of speed.

“Easy, baby, easy,” Romano crooned as his hands stilled. “It’s just me.”

Tabby knew who was behind him. It just felt strange having both of them in the bed with him at the same time. He whimpered when a volley of light nips and licks were placed all over his back, Romano’s hands gliding over his sensitized skin. Tabby gave a low, deep moan to vocalize his pleasure.

“Like that?” Memphis asked as his hands ran over Tabby’s hair and shoulders. There was something sensual about both men touching him, paying him attention. His legs spread wide, his hips canting upward as Romano entered Tabby with his wet fingers.

“Someone wants to get fucked,” Memphis stated breathlessly.

Tabby wanted to shout me, but his mouth was full with thick, succulent flesh that he refused to release. Memphis tasted better than chocolate, which was saying a lot considering Tabby was addicted to the cocoa.

Tabby could feel his entrance pulsating as Romano fitted another finger inside of him. He moaned around Memphis’s cock as Romano filled him with yet another thick finger. The pressure was making Tabby’s cock throb for fulfillment.

“Ready?” Romano asked from behind him. Tabby nodded as he glanced up at Memphis, who was staring down at him in an awed fascination. He dug his fingers into Memphis’s thick thighs as he felt the hard cock press inside of him.

Tabby quickly reached behind him to feel the condom at the base of Romano’s cock. He breathed a sigh of relief as he attacked Memphis’s shaft with vigor. The dual sensation of having a heavy cock in his mouth and a dick in his ass made Tabby’s head spin.

Memphis stroked his fingers over Tabby’s cheeks as Romano gripped his hips, impaling Tabby harder, faster, and deeper. His own cock was throbbing as pre-cum dripped onto the bed. Tabby had a feeling he was going to come just from the eroticism of the moment alone. He’d never been with two men before, but hell if he didn’t want to try it again.