STORY EXCERPT

Dorian waited for the doors to open and then got off of the bus and walked down the quiet suburban street. He stared at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand and then at the addresses as he walked along. Miguel’s handwriting was so shitty that Dorian prayed he was heading to the correct address. It would be his luck to end up at a stranger’s house.

It had been hard enough getting here. Dorian hadn’t known Miguel lived so far out until he had Googled the address.

He spotted Miguel’s house. It was a two-level brick house with a shitload of cars parked in the driveway and along the street. Just how many people were coming to dinner? Dorian had assumed it was going to be just a few people in attendance, but by the looks of things, he was in for a long night.

Striding up the cobbled walkway, Dorian stepped onto the porch, and then rang the doorbell. He tugged at his casual dress shirt and then smoothed a hand down the front. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to look nice for dinner at Miguel’s, but Dorian had made sure he looked presentable, wearing something other than his usual T-shirt and jeans.

An older version of Miguel answered the door. The resemblance was uncanny. It had to be Miguel’s father. “Yes?”

Dorian wanted to say he had the wrong house and leave, but he thought about the happy look on the young man’s face and knew he couldn’t do that. Damn conscience. “Hi, I’m Dorian, Miguel’s friend. He invited me over for dinner.”

The man stood there looking perplexed, and then a slow grin formed on his face, making the guy look ten years younger. His olive-colored skin contrasted against his white teeth as he smiled at Dorian. “That would be our cookout. Come on in.”

Hell, a cookout was worse.

The older version of Miguel took a step back, still holding the smile in place. “Miguel is out back, Dorian. Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks.” Dorian walked through the house, groaning when he saw the packed backyard. This was not going to be pleasant.

He headed outside, noticing that the man who let him in looked related to Miguel, but spoke perfect English. Dorian grimaced. He was starting to sound like Jayson now. It wasn’t for him to judge what went on in Miguel’s home.

Stepping onto the back patio, Dorian immediately felt out of place. It seemed the entire family was here. Not that he knew Miguel’s family, but damn, the backyard was filled to the brim. How in the hell was he going to find the guy? “This is so not cool, Miguel,” Dorian mumbled to himself. “You could have warned me.”

“And who do we have here?”

Dorian looked over his shoulder to see some guy leaning just to the side of the doorway, his eyes raking over Dorian like he was a piece of prime steak. Dorian had never had anyone look at him with such lascivious intent before. It was unnerving. The guy swaggered closer, a bottle of beer in his hand and a look that said he wanted to eat Dorian alive.

“I’m Miguel’s friend,” Dorian quickly said as he took a nervous step back, almost falling down the three steps that led to the grass below. He caught the small railing, steadying himself. “Have you seen him?”

“No, but you can hang out with me.” It was a blatant invitation that Dorian wasn’t going to take him up on. The man moved gracefully, his steps as smooth as butter as he closed in on Dorian. He knew exactly what the man wanted, and Dorian wasn’t interested. He was going to kick Miguel’s ass for this—happy little smile or not.

“No, thanks.” Dorian turned and pushed his way through the crowd of people, trying his best to get lost and hoping to find Miguel. Why in the hell did the man invite him over if there were going to be this many people attending? Dorian had had the impression that maybe they would have dinner and then he and Miguel would just hang out for a little while.

This, he hadn’t expected.

The further Dorian pushed into the throng of people, the more panicked he felt. It was a ridiculous feeling, but he felt like prey among predators. Eyes were locking onto him, the wall of bodies growing thicker, as if they were blocking him in. There was nowhere left to run. He had pushed to his limit, and no one else was letting him through.

“Excuse me,” he said, almost crying the words out when a muscular man stood in his way. He tried to expel the franticness building up inside of his body by breathing out slowly through his mouth, but the longer he stood there, the more people seemed to gather around him. It was as if he were on display, a morbid fascination that Miguel’s family couldn’t seem to get enough of.

Why in the hell was he having these thoughts?

“Where are you going?” the man asked, but didn’t waver in his stance to keep Dorian trapped. There was an amused spark in the guy’s jade-green eyes, as if he was enjoying toying with Dorian. That’s it! Dorian was not hanging out with anyone from work anymore. Miguel had a family full of perverts!

“Miguel,” he whispered, trying his best to keep the desperation out of his voice. “I’m looking for Miguel.”

A twitch played at the corner of the man’s mouth as he took a step forward. Dorian took a step back. “Miguel is indisposed. But I’m sure I can help you.”

Dorian cringed back, hating himself for seeming a coward. What was with Miguel’s relatives? Were they all horndogs? As nice-looking as the blond man was, Dorian wasn’t interested. “Miguel invited me here. Can you just direct me to where he is?”

The laugh was bone chilling, making Dorian want to run and never look back. “He’s done his job. Miguel is no longer your concern.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Rick moved his arm lower, and Dorian knew the man was undoing his pants. He reached for Dorian’s hand. “Touch me, Dorian. See how hard I am for you.”

Rick’s cock felt like silk over muscle as he curled his fingers around the thick shaft. The skin, it was warm, like water left out in the sun being poured over his skin, as Dorian gave the man what he wanted.

No, what they both wanted, because Dorian was just as hard, just as needy as Rick.

The man’s eyes closed, his expression morphing into pleasure so strong, so raw, that Dorian lay there fascinated that he could do that to such a primal being.

Keeping his eyes closed, but his jaw clenched, Rick spoke. “If you are going to back out, do it now, Dorian. I won’t be able to stop if you let this continue.”

Dorian didn’t want it to stop. He didn’t want Rick to pull away. Being under the man, having so much muscle and raw power hovering over him was a heady sensation that Dorian didn’t want to give up.

He squeezed his fingers harder around Rick’s shaft.

Rick groaned.

Dorian was aching, wanting to be touched, too. His skin was burning with want as his heart lay in his throat. The man looked amazing and so damn gorgeous, so wild, like a beast that lived in the forest as he allowed Dorian to hold him in his hand.

Rick’s eyes flew open and Dorian saw the wolf in the man’s eyes. They were glowing, flecks of yellow bursting inside the grey. Never before had he seen such beautiful eyes. “You’re stunning.”

Rick licked his bottom lip, staring down at Dorian with such hunger that Dorian feared he wouldn’t be able to handle Rick. “Do you fear me, Dorian?”

Dorian knew Rick could smell his emotions. There was no way he could lie. “Yes.”

“Do you fear me or what you are feeling for me?” Rick pressed his leg harder into Dorian’s balls as he thrust his hips forward, making Dorian hold on tighter to the man’s cock.

“What I feel for you,” he admitted out loud.

Rick lowered his head, his lips pressing to Dorian’s ear. “I don’t have gentleness in me right now. I want you too badly. I’m demanding, possessive, and so damn hungry for you.”

Dorian wasn’t sure if Rick was talking about sex or mating Dorian. “Show me,” he said in a breathless whisper, pushing aside his fears and giving in to the desire ripping him apart. Rick was pulling him under, barely giving him room to breathe and Dorian wasn’t sure Rick was right when he said he could handle the man. 

Rick had Dorian’s boxers shredded before he could even blink. He had just showered, only donning the boxers, knowing Rick was going to look at his wound. Maybe it was a subconscious decision on his part, hoping Rick would do exactly what he was doing now—taking Dorian in the most primitive way.

He had been fighting his attraction to Rick and it seemed that battle had been futile as the man hovered over him, his honed muscles telling Dorian that Rick was a very strong lover. He could feel his heart struggling to keep up with the demands his arousal was placing on it.

Pure sensuality spread across Rick’s features as he stared down at Dorian’s naked body. “So perfect.” The hunger blazed in Rick’s yellow-grey eyes.

Dorian gripped Rick’s cock tighter, reminding the man that he still held his shaft in his hand. Rick smiled at him in a way that had Dorian’s stomach feeling all tight and hot.

“Suck it, Dorian.” Rick began to crawl up Dorian’s body, giving Dorian a glimpse of tanned flesh and tight, flawless muscles.

And then he finally saw what he held in his hand. Rick’s cock was long, perfect, and just as he remembered from so many days ago. Ten inches. It hadn’t been a boast. The man had stated a fact.

Dorian moved his hand to the base of Rick’s cock, detracting inches so it was possible for him to take Rick into his mouth. The feel of Rick in his hand was exquisite, but the feel of Rick in his mouth was explosive. The sensations roared through him, making Dorian open wider as the tip of Rick’s cock slid into his mouth.

“More, Dorian, take me in.” There was a roughness to Rick’s demand, his voice raspy. The man was losing control. But so was Dorian. Madness was taking over as he licked and sucked at Rick’s steel rod. The flesh was salty, and the feel of him was as smooth as silk on Dorian’s tongue.

“God, yes.” Rick curled his hips, pressing his cock a little further into Dorian’s mouth. “I want to fuck your mouth so damn badly.”

Dorian kept his grip on the base of Rick’s cock super tight. If Rick started thrusting, Dorian wanted to make sure he didn’t gag. He was tempted to use two hands and detract even more from Rick’s length.

“Dorian.” Rick moaned as his hips started thrusting in long, even strokes. “Oh, hell, Dorian.”

He kept his mouth wide open, his tongue sliding over vein-riddled flesh as Rick did exactly what he said, fucked Dorian’s mouth.

“Tighter, gatito.”

Dorian formed a seal around Rick’s cock, sucking in when Rick’s shaft came forward, and clamping down when he pulled back. Dorian never had anyone fuck his mouth before. The rough brand of sex was setting his skin on fire. He knew he was now hopelessly addicted to Rick’s way of foreplay.

Encouraged by Rick’s moans, Dorian sucked harder, moving his head back and forth—as much as his wounded shoulder would allow. Dorian swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of Rick in his mouth.

“There, gatito, I’m there.” With one last thrust, Rick howled, his seed flooding Dorian’s mouth. Dorian drank it down, squeezing Rick’s cock harder, and pulling every last drop from the man that he could. Rick shooting off into his mouth made Dorian rock hard.

Rick shuddered. “That was just to knock the edge off.”

Dorian wasn’t sure what Rick meant until he noticed that the man hadn’t softened. His cock was still as hard as before. Dorian released Rick and the man moved from the bed, pulling his jeans all the way off. His shirt was next, falling to the floor.