A day in the life...
Ever wonder what your favorite characters are doing now? Well, I've learned over time that this is a great writing exercise for me. Not only do I get to revisit the loves of my life, but I also get to experiment.
Cam stared into the refrigerator, not really seeing anything at all. There was plenty to eat, he knew that much, but he had no freaking idea what it was he wanted. If anything.
“Figure it out?” Gannon asked from somewhere behind him.
Cam shook his head.
It was his night to cook and, quite frankly, he was beginning to hate these nights. It wasn’t that Cam didn’t know how to cook, it was that he didn’t have the same creativity that Gannon did when it came to food. A frozen pizza or even frozen lasagna usually were the first things to come to mind when he thought about dinner.
Gannon’s warm body pressed up against his back, and Cam took a deep breath, closing the refrigerator door.
“How about…” Gannon kissed the back of Cam’s neck. “Lemon pepper chicken and baked broccoli.”
Cam’s stomach rumbled.
Gannon chuckled against Cam’s ear right before he nibbled at his lobe.
“Keep that up and dinner’s gonna be on hold indefinitely,” Cam warned his husband.
“Is that right?” Gannon’s arms slid around him, his fingers dipping beneath Cam’s shirt as they worked their way over his stomach, pausing on the fly of his shorts. “I think I can handle that.”
“Can you?” Cam leaned his head forward, allowing Gannon better access to his neck.
“Oh, I definitely can.”
“What about dinner?”
Gannon chuckled. “I’d much prefer having you for dinner.”
Cam’s dick throbbed behind his zipper. It didn’t take much for Gannon to get him worked up. In fact, it was becoming a fairly frequent thing, especially on nights Cam was supposed to cook.
The thought made him smile.
Gannon pressed his hips forward, grinding his impressive erection against Cam’s ass. A moan tore from Cam’s throat at the thought of having Gannon buried to the hilt inside him. Right here in the kitchen. Mmm. He definitely liked that idea.
“I can read your mind, you know,” Gannon whispered, his fingers now deftly working the button on Cam’s shorts open.
“Yeah?” His voice was raspy, his breaths growing more labored as Gannon lowered the zipper on his shorts.
Gannon’s hand smoothly slipped into Cam’s shorts, his hand firmly fisting around his hardening shaft. “You’re thinking about how good it’d be if I were inside you right now.” Gannon stroked Cam’s length, making him groan. “Am I right?”
“Oh yeah,” Cam confirmed. No sense in lying about it. There wasn’t a minute that went by that he didn’t want this man. Everything Gannon did turned him on. From those starchy suits he wore, to those hot-as-fuck glasses…the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he breathed…Yep, Cam couldn’t deny that he was turned on by Gannon Burgess in a way he’d never been before. And still, even after they’d been together for more than a year and a half, having been married for almost four months, his desire continued to grow.
Cam felt cool air brush his legs as his shorts fell to the floor, pooling at his feet. He couldn’t resist thrusting his hips forward, driving his dick into Gannon’s silky-smooth palm. Those damn manicures made for some amazing hand jobs.
“Lose the shirt,” Gannon ordered.
Cam hurriedly lifted his shirt up and over his head, dropping it to the floor.
Gannon’s mouth was once again beside Cam’s ear as he whispered, “Now turn around so I can put that beautiful dick in my mouth.”
Holy fuck. His dick was onboard with that idea, and it didn’t take long for his body to catch up. Turning around, he gripped the edge of the counter, trying to keep his balance as his head spun from the desire that made him light-headed.
Gannon wasted no time, dropping to his knees before Cam. Without breaking contact, the devilishly handsome man leaned forward and…
“Oh, yeah,” Cam groaned as the furnace of Gannon’s mouth slipped over the head of Cam’s dick.
For what felt like an eternity, Gannon sucked and licked Cam’s cock, working him into a frenzy. His knuckles were white as he continued to grip the countertop with all his strength, trying not to come too soon. It felt too damn good.
Gannon’s mouth slipped off his dick, allowing Cam to draw in a deep breath.
“Come in my mouth, baby,” Gannon ordered. “Then after dinner, I’ll treat you to dessert.”
Oh, shit. This man…
When Gannon’s mouth encircled his cock one more time, Cam couldn’t resist reaching forward and sliding one hand into Gannon’s thick, silky hair, holding him tightly as he began pumping his hips.
“God, I love your mouth,” he mumbled. “So fucking much.” He grinned. “And I fucking love when you blow me with your glasses on.” In fact, Cam found those glasses sexier than any damn thing.
Gannon moaned, the vibrations ricocheting straight to Cam’s balls. He began thrusting his hips faster, using Gannon’s mouth until he was damn near blinded with sensations that overtook his entire body. An electrical charge started somewhere low, intensifying as it spread outward until he was vibrating with the need to…
“Fuck…coming…” He couldn’t hold back.
With a firm grip around Cam’s dick, Gannon sucked him dry, laving him until Cam had to pull away, his dick too sensitive for more.
Gannon chuckled as he got to his feet, leaning in and kissing Cam firmly on the mouth.
“Lemon pepper chicken, huh?” Cam asked, trying to remember why he’d come to the kitchen in the first place.
“Yep.” Gannon grinned as he took a step back. “And don’t think I’m not onto your game, honey.”
Cam frowned, trying to contain his smile. “Game? What game?”
Gannon laughed. “The one where you stand in front of the refrigerator and ponder how long it’ll take before I come in here and suck you off.”
Okay, so maybe Gannon was on to him. “I think you like my game,” Cam teased.
“Oh, I like it all right. But remember, dessert comes after dinner, which means I’ve got plenty of time to come up with all the naughty things
I plan to do to you later.”
Well, of course. Dessert had always been Cam’s favorite part of the meal. Always.
“Did you expect her to get this excited?” Tarik asked Phoenix as he watched Mia jump up and yell at the ref for a bad call.
Phoenix smirked. “She’s a little passionate, that’s for sure.”
“A little?” Unable to help himself, Tarik grinned.
Truth was, he loved watching Mia at the games. Ever since the first one they’d taken her to months ago, she’d asked to go back. Now, it was at the point that she attended every home game and several away games when they managed to get her to go with them. With school, she couldn’t get away as much as they’d have preferred, but at least it was something.
Her jersey read Pierce-Marx with the number three on the back and Tarik remembered the day she’d showed it to them, a surprise on her part. The fact that the jersey was fitted and short enough to show off her sweet little ass encased in those hip-hugging jeans only made her that much hotter.
“Are you serious, ref?” Mia squealed before plopping back down in her seat. “Did you see that? Can you believe that call?”
Tarik laughed along with Phoenix. When Mia turned her head to look at them, frowning as she did, Tarik took her hand. “You okay?”
“No,” she grumbled, although she smiled brightly as she did. “Are these games always this stressful?”
“Only for the owners… and die-hard fans,” Phoenix told her.
“Well, that explains it,” Mia replied, her eyes returning to the ice.
She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees as she watched the action directly in front of her. When the players migrated to the end of the ice where they were seated, Tarik leaned back in his chair, waiting. He didn’t have to wait long because Mia launched herself up from her seat and slammed her hands on the glass, yelling at the players.
Phoenix laughed again, but then got to his feet before wrapping his arms around Mia and pulling her back.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Tarik joined them and then followed Phoenix up the stairs toward the mezzanine.
“Where are we going?” Mia questioned, her head turning, her eyes meeting Tarik’s over Phoenix’s shoulder.
Tarik shrugged, trying not to laugh.
The woman was something else.
Phoenix didn’t bother explaining himself as he set her on her feet, took her hand and then led her toward the owner’s suite. The thought of what was going to happen next made Tarik’s body harden.
This wasn’t the first time Phoenix had intervened with one of Mia’s tirades and maybe that was the reason Tarik loved how passionate she got at the games. It always worked out in his favor in the end.
Once inside the suite, Tarik closed and locked the door, effectively sealing the three of them inside.
Mia made a beeline for the glass that overlooked the arena. The view wasn’t nearly as good from up there as it had been a moment ago down on the floor, but Tarik didn’t mind much. At the moment, there was something—or rather someone… no, make that two someones—who’d garnered his full attention.
“I thought maybe you’d like to work off a little of that energy,” Phoenix told Mia, stalking toward her.
Tarik laughed. He wasn’t going to argue with that idea.
“Is that right?” Mia asked, her voice low, seductive, as she turned to face them, her back to the glass. “And how do you propose I do that?”
The first time Tarik and Phoenix had brought Mia to the owner’s suite, they hadn’t bothered to inform her that no one could see in but they could see out. Instead, they’d teased her mercilessly and gotten her naked right there in that very room.
Similar to what Tarik intended to do now. Apparently, based on the gleam in Phoenix’s eyes, he intended the same thing.
Mia tried not to look too pleased with herself. She’d known exactly what they were planning to do if she got too aggressive down near the ice and she’d purposely amped up her enthusiasm with that in mind.
Not that she hadn’t been engrossed in the game because she had. But she was more interested in what was about to happen than a bunch of men on ice skates.
These two men took every ounce of her concentration, especially when they were looking at her the way they were now.
Mia watched as Phoenix removed his jacket, shrugging out of it and laying it over one of the leather chairs before starting to unhook the buttons on his crisp white shirt. He’d lost the tie at her insistence prior to the game… Well, actually, she’d managed to get him out of it in the limo on the way to the arena and she’d refused to give it back, telling him she wanted him to loosen up a bit.
Her eyes darted to Tarik, not wanting him to hold back. The last time they’d been in the suite, she’d been the only one naked and she really didn’t want that to be the case tonight.
Her eyes widened when Tarik reached behind his head, grabbed a handful of cotton and pulled the lightweight sweater he was wearing over his head.
It was an involuntary response to the two sexy men in front of her. All hard muscle and sheer determination they were.
“Your turn,” Phoenix instructed when he removed his shirt entirely.
Feeling a tad modest, Mia lifted her jersey slowly before taking it completely off. “That better?”
“A little,” Tarik mumbled as he reached for her, pulling her against his firm chest.
When his mouth came down to meet hers, Mia lost herself in his kiss. He smelled good, a woodsy, musky scent that did incredible things to her insides.
As proof of how distracted she was when they were near, Mia found herself completely naked in minutes, with both men pressed up against her, Tarik against her front, Phoenix against her back.
“Mmm,” Phoenix groaned in her ear. “I definitely like you like this.”
Her body heated another twenty degrees instantly and when Tarik tweaked her nipples, tugging them gently with his fingers, she fell back against Phoenix, begging for more. Tarik didn’t disappoint, leaning down and taking one nipple between his lips, his teeth and tongue joining the mix, tormenting her until Mia thought she would explode.
And knowing her men, that was going to happen very, very soon.
And she couldn’t freaking wait.
“What the hell is this?” Lane questioned as he pulled a small box out of the larger box he’d just spent the last five minutes trying to unwrap. The smaller box had been hidden in the folds of a Realtree T-shirt. Truth was, Lane would’ve been content with the shirt.
“Open it and you’ll find out,” Gracie informed him, snickering as she glanced over at Grant. “You, too. You have to open yours at the same time.”
Grant looked as though he was having as much difficulty as Lane was and that made him feel a little better.
As it was, he wasn’t sure what to expect from her. At first, he’d figured He was in trouble here, he could feel it.
Placing the larger box on the ground beside him, Lane went to work on the smaller box, doing his best to get his fingernails beneath the tape. Apparently, his girl thought she was funny when she’d wrapped the box and then secured it with a freaking roll of tape.
Finally managing to get the smaller box opened at the same time Grant managed to pry his own open, Lane peered inside to find . . .
“Holy shit.” Looking up at Gracie with his mouth hanging open, Lane tried to understand what he was looking at. Well, in his defense, he knew what it was, but for her to have bought it for him. He wasn’t even sure what to say.
“Is this…?” Grant asked, his expression reflecting the same shock Lane felt.
“Please tell me you like them,” Gracie said, her eyes glassy with tears.
“It’s . . . incredible,” Lane assured her.
“And now it’s official,” she told them. “I’ve got my ring and y’all have yours. I know you probably can’t wear them when you’re workin’, but I wanted you both to have somethin’ that shows who you belong to.”
Gracie’s smile lanced Lane’s heart.
He’d considered this Christmas the best one yet, and that was for the simple fact that he had Gracie and Grant by his side. But this . . . it was more than he expected.
“Now the only question is . . . When are we gonna make this official?” Grant asked, his eyes narrowed as he glanced from Lane to Gracie and then back again.
Lane shrugged. “As soon as she sets the date, I’m there.”
Gracie grinned. “Let’s just say that 2015 is lookin’ like a good year for the three of us.”
Crawling over to Gracie, Lane crowded her until she was flat on her back, giggling while Grant joined them. “I’m thinkin’ 2014 has been pretty damn incredible.”
“No argument from me,” Grant stated. “But I can think of a few ways to make it even more memorable. Starting right . . . now.”
“Hell yeah,” Lane agreed. “I’m all for makin’ memories. Especially naked ones.”
“Where are you going?” Luke asked.
“I’ve got an errand to run,” Cole said without explanation.
Luke ground his teeth together to keep from pushing Cole to talk to him.
Cole smiled and Luke felt a chill race down his spine. So he wasn’t upset?
Sierra chose that moment to walk into the kitchen, coming right up to Cole and wrapping her arms around him. Luke just sat there at the kitchen table, watching the two of them.
The sight of the two of them made his blood run hot. Every damn time. It didn’t matter when or where.
“Where are you going?” Sierra asked Cole, clearly noticing he was holding his truck keys in his hand.
“To the store,” Cole said, shooting a smile over to Luke.
“You couldn’t have just said that?” Luke huffed.
“I could have. But I like keeping you on the edge of your seat. It’s pretty fucking hot.”
Luke pushed to his feet and moved closer to Cole, glancing over at Sierra as he did. She moved back, a brilliant smile on her face as she gave him the space he required. Just as he expected, Cole didn’t move when Luke pressed up against him, chest to chest. Not that he expected him to. Cole wasn’t the type to back down.
It didn’t help that Luke was now smiling. He couldn’t help himself.
“You know what’s hot?” Luke asked Cole, peering into ocean blue eyes that held a spark of heat. “Me. Buried inside of you. While Sierra watches.”
Sierra gasped, causing both men to look at her. When she nodded, they both turned their attention to her. “Yes,” she muttered. “That’s definitely hot.”
Cole laughed, reaching out and pulling her closer. Luke took one step back so that he could sandwich her between them. “But what’s even hotter than that,” he told them both, “is when she’s between us. Just like this.”
“Naked would be better,” Cole added.
“No arguments there,” Luke said.
Sierra laughed, pushing at Cole. “Nice try, boys. But I’ve got to go to work today. The two of you should do the same.”
“I think today is a great day to call in sick,” Luke said, putting his hands on Sierra’s hips and looking directly at Cole.
“Who’re you gonna call?” Cole asked.
“Touché,” Luke grumbled.
“Well, you might be able to take a day off, but I can’t,” Sierra argued, still laughing. This time she did managed to get out from between them. “I don’t have anyone to call.”
When she turned on her heels, pretending she wasn’t at all interested, Luke called out to her. “Fine. Rain check. Tonight. You. Naked. Both of us deep inside of you.”
“We’ll see,” she said, her tone cool.
But he didn’t miss the telltale shiver that raced over her. Nor did he miss that flash of heat in her eyes just before she reached for the door.
“Love you,” she called out.
“Love you, too,” Cole and Luke said at the exact same time.
Once she disappeared into the garage, Luke turned his attention to Cole. “As for you…”
“Tonight. Rain check. You. Naked,” Cole said gruffly, mimicking Luke’s words from moments ago.
“Have you seen my brush?” Samantha called from the bathroom.
Her brush? Seriously? “No, I haven’t,” Logan yelled back as he was putting on his watch, standing in the bedroom near his dresser. He kept everything right there in the same place he always did. That way nothing would come up missing.
“Are you sure?” she asked, sounding frantic now.
Logan glanced down to ensure he’d grabbed everything he needed: his wallet, his keys, and his watch. Turning around, he went toward the bathroom to try and help Sam. “We need to leave in a few minutes.”
“I understand that,” she retorted. “But I need to find my brush.”
“Where did you have it last?”
The look she gave him was meant to make him wither into ash and blow away. Logan grinned as he moved around behind her. Clearly, she was stressed. She tended to get that way on Monday. Any Monday, in fact. It was as though for the entire weekend she morphed into a different person – a little more carefree than usual, and on Monday morning she was back to her cute little professional, although somewhat anal-retentive, self, only then she couldn’t seem to find anything she needed.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, Logan rubbed slowly, kneading the already tight muscles. Shit. It was only seven o’clock. The woman would be one giant knot of tension by the time they made it into the office.
Sam met his gaze in the mirror above the sink and Logan watched a little of the tension drain out of her. When she leaned back into him, Logan damn near forgot what they needed to be doing. Ok, so he did forget. In fact, he forgot everything except for this woman. The woman who smelled so good, the light scent of her perfume or maybe it was just her shampoo, hell, he had no idea, drifted toward him and made his body tighten.
He was forty years old; he’d been married for more than a year to this incredible woman and it didn’t seem to matter how many minutes passed, he still wanted her with a fury that defied logic.
“Sam,” he groaned when her hand reached behind her, snaking between their bodies as she began stroking him slowly. “Baby, we’ve got to get to work.”
“In a minute,” she said breathlessly as Logan moved his hands down to her breasts, cupping them as he watched her in the mirror. “As soon as I find my brush.”
Right. Her brush. There wasn’t a chance in hell they were going to find her brush any time in the next few minutes because he was going to have her skirt hiked up around her waist, and his cock buried deep inside of her in less than…
“I need you, Logan,” Sam moaned. “I need you right now.”
… a minute apparently.
Logan urged her forward, until she met the vanity, releasing him as she put her hands down to prop herself forward. Without wasting a second, Logan pushed her skirt up with one hand while he unbuttoned his slacks with the other. Within seconds, he was buried inside of her, staring over her head at her beautiful face in the mirror while she watched him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he told her as he slid deeper.
Logan fought the urge to look at his watch. They were going to be late for a Monday morning staff meeting and Xavier was going to give him shit about it, but Logan just couldn’t find it in himself to really give a shit at the moment because Sam just felt too damn good.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned when she tightened her internal muscles around him. “God, yes. Do that again.”
And she did. Until Logan couldn’t take anymore, and he was plowing into her from behind, fucking her with wild abandon because the tight sheath of her body felt so damn good. If he had his way, he’d stay buried inside of her day and night.
“Logan,” Sam moaned, her eye closing as she hung her head low, her arms locking as she pushed back against him. “Yes!”
Logan knew she was close, so he didn’t slow down, just gripped her hips on both sides and slammed into her over and over, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from coming too soon.
“Are you close, baby?” he asked when sweat broke out on his forehead.
“I don’t want it to end,” she whispered, her hips jerking as she slammed back against him over and over, meeting his thrusts relentlessly.
“I don’t either,” he said, his words punctuated by every thrust. “But I’m not going to last.”
“Oh, God, Logan!” Sam groaned.
“Touch yourself, Sam.”
He’d do it for her except he could hardly breathe, much less move. The velvet grip of her pussy was too good, and he feared one wrong move – or right one in this case – was going to send him over the edge.
Watching her in the mirror, Logan couldn’t see her hand as it eased down between her legs, but she was looking back at him again, and he could see the ecstasy etched on her pretty face. “That’s it, baby. Come for me, Sam.”
“Harder,” she moaned, her eyes closing as she said the word. “Faster. Harder, please. Oh, God!”
Logan held on – barely – as Sam’s pussy gripped him painfully tight, her orgasm detonating as she screamed his name. That was all it took and Logan was following her over.
As they stood there, both of them trying to catch their breaths, Sam leaned just a little to the left, reaching for the door knob that would open the small linen closet where they kept their towels. As she reached inside, obviously to get a towel to clean up with, something fell to the tiled floor with a clatter.
Logan grinned as he noticed what it was. And when Sam finally met his eyes again in the mirror, she was smiling too. “Is that the brush you were looking for?”
“That would be the one.”