OMIGOSH! It’s our anniversary!

Can you believe it?? It’s been a whole year since myself, JR, Lee, Havan, Hank, and Jade all grouped together and started writing Monday Prompts. So many changes – mostly good as far as I can tell…three anthologies, 52 weeks of posting stories and finding out we fit like family.

I hope you all are enjoying our little hook ups this year. I know they’ve challenged us all. 250 words comes awfully quick, let me tell you.

Well, we couldn’t let our birthday month pass without comment…or free goodies! So make sure you head on over to the brand new, oh-so-amazing Story Orgy Blog — http://thestoryorgy.blogspot.com — where we are going to be giving you, our wonderful readers, a full story today. And since it is our anniversary, it was only fitting that someone very important to each of us donate the words this time. Of course, in true SO style, we’ve jumbled them all up to make an even greater challenge.

Our schedule and prompts are:

6am:  JR — Sea Mammal Trainer, Chicago, Bottle of Wine

9am: Em — Troubadour, Graveyard, Slot Car

Noon: Hank –  Best Friend, Mosh Pit, Oil Rig

3pm: Havan —  Art Curator, Air Plane Bathroom, Silk Stockings

6pm: Lee — Diogenes, Seaworld, Wetsuit

So make sure you stop by the SO blog at each of those times and see the next installment of the story, comment on each to enter to win a copy of Word Play, SO pens, calendars, etc… we think every good anniversary party deserves gifts… ;)

 

Story Orgy Monday: Hookin’ Up…

First things first! I am part of a hot, hot, hot anthology titled His Hero, available from Total E-Bound. Click on over to download His Hero, a collection about, well, heroes! Those men in uniform who go above and beyond to save us all (in oh-so-many ways). Mmm. You’re going to love my story, Only Sam, about a firefighter and the sparks that fly between him and the owner of a restaurant.

Your Story Orgy writers are up for an award and we need your help! We’d just love you to pieces if you’d click on over to Dawn Roberto’s reading nook and vote for our Breathless Press anthology, Word Play in the LRC Loop’s Best of 2011 Contest! (Voting until Jan 24th)

Did you get yourself over to Breathless Press to download Lee Brazil’s latest story, The Librarian, which was released on January 6? Click here to go there now and get the latest romance from a great writer.

As always, our lovely picture this week was found by Jade Baiser. Isn’t he lovely?

*snoopy dancing* Next week, your Story Orgy writers have something very special planned. We don’t want to just spend the morning with you, we want to spend the whole day with you! Why? Well, let’s just say it has something to do with our very first posts as a group. Think you know what it is? You’ll want to check in on JR Boyd’s site first thing next Monday morning to find out, and that’s all you’re going to get from me.

Okay, on with the post. This week is a Hook Up for me – and I’ve taken a mini break from our cowboys. Don’t worry. They’ll be back after next week (ooh, that surprise again!). Now, our prompt this week is: Something has been mail ordered and is going to be delivered today…what is it? what is it for? What happens? Interesting. Lots of things can be ordered and delivered by mail.

C’mon…let’s go.

 

THIS ANNIVERSARY

Tony paced the sidewalk. The UPS man was there by five o’clock any time he made a delivery. Five. Not Five-fifteen. Or Seven o’clock – like it was now. And today of all days.

Glancing at his watch for the hundredth time since he’d come outside for fresh air, Tony groaned. Another half-hour and Gene would be home. The candlelit dinner and the soft music would just be another anniversary dinner without this package.

He scrubbed his hands over his face. What a killjoy if UPS showed up after Gene.

The rumble of a truck pulled Tony out of his funk. He whirled around and nearly wept as the large brown truck slowed to a stop at his drive. The heavyset driver, Bob, wiggled into the back, appearing a moment later with a small brown box. Tony scribbled his name and barely remembered to wave goodbye as he raced back inside.

Ripping the tab from the shipping box, Tony pulled the small velvet box from the carton, flipped the lid, and placed it next to Gene’s champagne glass where he’d be sure to see it. Taking a deep breath to calm his pounding heart, he admired the glint of silver and gold entwined.

A car door slammed outside. Fifteen minutes early.

With one hand on the back of Gene’s chair, Tony waited.

<~~~>

Okay, that’s it. Just a little bite. *grin* Hope y’all have a great Monday and make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what they’ve got up their sleeves…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

Story Orgy Monday: Brandt’s Choice, pt 3

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!! Guess what?? There are all kinds of good things happening this week! I might be biased…because today is RELEASE DAY! Happy, happy, happy!

For what, you ask? Ah…young padiwan…follow me. It is release day for His Hero which includes Only Sam by yours truly. You can go here to order your copy! 

Blurb for Only Sam:

When a restaurant goes up in flames, will a spark of love rise from the ashes for a chef and his hero? 

When chef Dylan Brookes finds his restaurant engulfed in flames, all he can do is watch his dreams turn to ashes. Shock, hurt and disbelief leave Dylan vulnerable to both the man who wants to love him and the one who wants to kill him. 

Fire fighter Sam Carter has been frequenting the same small restaurant for a year, trying to work up the nerve to ask the chef out on a date. When Dylan’s Omni burns to the ground from foul play, Sam steps in to help.

 Now the question is, will it be too late?

And then we’ve got open voting at Love Romances Cafe ( http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/) for best of the year in all kinds of categories…but the one I know you are worried about is Best Anthology which is what our Story Orgy Word Play Anthology has been nominated for! So, (shameless lobbying ahead), I know you want to click that linky-do right there and give a vote for Word Play.

Woohoo! Good stuff! Are you back? Okay…let’s go.

This week’s prompt is: A young man who’s just spent several hours studying at a coffeehouse notices someone watching him. 

BRANDT’S CHOICE, pt 3

The best Kaden could figure was Brandt was shocked. He hadn’t argued about Kaden taking his keys and putting him in the passenger seat. And he hadn’t said a word since they’d pulled away from Sissy’s place.

Should he say something? What if it was the wrong thing? Kaden sighed as he turned Brandt’s truck down Main Street. Brandt shifted against the seat, grunting through a hissed breath. Kaden narrowed his eyes as he cast a look to the passenger side. “You okay?”

Brandt shook his head. “Bruised ribs.”

Kaden came to a stop at the first of three lights. He thought quickly over Brandt’s last rodeo. “I don’t remember you getting hurt in San Antonio.”

“Mmm.”

“Brandt?” Kaden kept the truck stopped at the light even after it turned green. “How’d you get the bruised ribs?”

A shrug was the only answer he got. Stubborn shit.

Pressing the gas pedal, Kaden headed on down toward Brandt’s end of town. Resigned to no answer, he startled when Brandt spoke. “You never said anything before.”

“No.” He doubted Brandt would understand how hard it was to see him leave every time a rodeo called. Or an event planner needed a rodeo clown for some shindig on the other side of the country. Or some faceless cowboy rang for a little company on a short haul.

“How come?”

“You wouldn’t have stayed.” Kaden turned left at the third light, flashing his lights over the all-night coffee on the corner as he went. He squinted his eyes, looking into the snow swirling around the truck. Had he seen someone against the building? In this weather?

Brandt saved him from wondering. “Was that Mike?”

“I thought-” Kaden tapped the brakes, cursing when the truck slid in the thin layer of snow built up on the road. The tailend kicked around, but a smooth adjustment to wheel straightened them out.

The headlights pointed at the wall where Kaden’s veterinary assistant stood shivering, clutching his backpack and coat in his arms. The boy’s face was pale, his teeth chattering and fear rolling off him in waves. Kaden eased the truck into park and pushed the driver’s door open. “Stay put. Let me find out what’s going on.”

Brandt gave a noncommital grunt that Kaden selfishly interpreted as assent.

Before Kaden could get a foot out, however, Mike launched away from the wall, rushing to Brandt’s side of the truck. The younger man jerked the door open and clambered over Brandt, ignoring the tirade of curses as he pushed and shoved his way over Brandt. “Go, go, go!”

“What the hell is going on?” Kaden slammed his door shut then grabbed Mike’s shirt and hauled him off Brandt, hoping to give the other man a chance to catch his breath.

“Some big guy, too many muscles and not enough brains, watching me. Go. Go, please.” Mike rocked back and forth in the center of the bench seat, his eyes wide and breath coming in short gasps as he pleaded.

Brandt gripped Mike’s arm, stilling him. “What guy? Where?”

“Back there. Big, big guy. Ugly grin. Tattoo on his neck.”

Even in the dark, Kaden saw Brandt’s face blanch. “Tattoo?”

Mike faced Brandt, nodding. “Bucking horse.”

“Fuck.”

Kaden reached behind Mike to touch Brandt’s shoulder. “Know him?”

“Oh yeah.”

Brandt hardly whispered those words and every protective instinct Kaden possessed came screaming to the forefront. Shifting his attention to his assistant, glad to see color seeping back into his cheeks, Kaden asked, “Is he still in there?”

“Yeah, been rooted to that stool for hours. Watching.” Mike shivered and clutched his belongings closer.

“I’m gonna go talk to him.” Determination firming his jaw, Brandt popped his door open and had his right leg out before Kaden realized his intentions.

“No!” Mike lunged for Brandt, dragging him back inside the car.

Kaden whole-heartedly agreed with Mike. “If anyone’s going, it’ll be me. But no one is going.”

Brandt met Kaden’s gaze, then nodded before turning away. “Let’s get Mike home.”

Kaden shifted the truck into drive and made the u-turn to get back on Main. “You’re over on Holmstead, right?”

“Yep, make a right, fifth house down.” Mike was shivering hard. Finally, Brandt tugged his coat from his tight grip and wrapped it around his shoulders.

Making the right when Mike gestured, Kaden noticed a set of lights following. “Does your boy drive a truck too?”

“Yeah. Suburban.” Brandt twisted, wincing, to look out the rear window. “Shit. That’s him.”

A whimper came from between them, pulling their attention from the car behind them. Kaden nudged Mike’s knee with his own. “Guess you’re coming with us.”

“Let’s take him back to Sissy’s.” Brandt shrugged when Kaden glanced at him. “More people there.”

A small ball of anger swirled in Kaden’s belly. He might just be a hick town veterinarian, but he handled everything from a house-cat to a full-grown bull. One stupid redneck wouldn’t slow him down a tick. Especially if Kaden’s suspicions were confirmed and he found out the bastard tailing them was the one who put those bruises on Brandt.

Going slow enough the Suburban could keep up, but fast enough he couldn’t catch up, Kaden made his way back to his sister’s. A mile away, Kaden pulled out his cell and dialed Austin. “Hey, brother.”

Laughter spilled over the connection as Austin asked him to hold on while he found a quiet spot. “What’s up, K?”

Not missing the serious tone, Kaden let out a sigh of relief. Austin had their back. Always a good thing since he was also the sheriff. “Got a tailgater that scared the spit outta Mike. We’re coming your way.”

“How far?”

“Mile.” Kaden checked the rearview to make sure he was still there. Yep. Dumbass.

“We’ll be ready, come on in.”

“Thanks, man.”

Austin chuckled. “Never a party without the cops being called.”

“Bad one, brother.” But Kaden smiled as he hung up.

Brandt shifted in his seat, ducking his head to see in the right-side mirror. “He won’t come all the way to Sissy’s.”

“We’ll see.” Kaden offered a prayer that the truck behind them followed right along. He had a surprise waiting for that asshole on the other end of his sister’s road.

<<TBC>>

Hope y’all have a great Monday and make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what they’ve got up their sleeves…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

Cock & Bull Tour: Devon Rhodes

DEVON RHODES

Woohoo! Y’all, I am so excited to be hosting the most lovely, talented Devon Rhodes today! Can you believe it?! She’s a quick one, wily too, but I managed to pin her down for a quick Five Faves and an oh-so-yummy snippet from her upcoming release, A Ring and A Promise in our uber-exciting anthology releasing on Monday, His Hero. (psst….it up for presale right now! Go Here!)

One more thing before we dive right in — Devon is giving away to one lucky commentor a choice off her backlist! Woot! Make sure you leave a comment!

DEVON’S FIVE FAVES:

Hi Em! Thanks so much for having me on. And…um…could you have chosen any tougher questions? Sheesh. ;)

FAVORITES

1. What’s your favorite food to eat off of someone? 

I’ve never been a huge fan of chewing during intimacy, but licking? I can get behind that in a big way. I’d say wine is probably my favorite. Goes well with natural saltiness…

 2. What is your all-time favorite gift received?

Dad was a pilot in the Navy and always off on carriers. One year, he knew he’d be gone, so he got a Lite Brite for me in the fall, unpacked it, created a picture with a message for me on it, then wrapped it back up for Mom to put away until Christmas Day. That was a great surprise. :)

3. What’s your favorite song? You know, the one that makes it onto almost every play list you create?

I honestly listen to just about everything, so I really don’t have a favorite like that. Right now I’m into pop/dance music. But I like about anything. I tend to trend…so Top 40 lately, alternative a few years ago, classical a decade ago, country in college… Tonight, I was listening to Hawaiian music and really enjoying it.

4. What’s your favorite recipe (care to share)?

Kalua Pork—just like at a luau, and it’s so easy to make. Just buy a pork shoulder roast, however big. Put it in a baking dish with a cover, fat-side up. Sprinkle with rock salt, add a couple shakes of liquid smoke and about a cup of water. Then just cover and bake…as long as you want. Longer the better. For a 3-4 pound roast, I bake at around 300 for 3 hours or so, have left it in for up to five. To serve, pour off the water, then just peel the fat off (and the salt with it). It’ll pretty much shred if you look at it, though I do use a fork. J I serve with either rice and steamed veggies, on warm corn-flour blend tortillas, or top a taco salad. Leftovers? Just warm and toss with BBQ sauce and throw on a bun.

5. What is your favorite thing to do when you’re alone? Would adding a mirror change your answer?

I love to sing and dance. Not that I’m good at it or anything, but still…

LOL @ the mirror! I’ve been watching my daughter at her dance classes, so I’ve been practicing spotting turns across the hardwood floor in my entry/living/kitchen (pique turns, chaine turns, etc) pretty much every time I cross the house…except if I’m carrying coffee of course!   :)

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Oh, I bet you sing and dance just fine, Devon (and the coffee is sacred – no spilling!) LOL….

Okay – you guys ready to see a little bit more about A Ring and A Promise? Me too…

BLURB:

Careers in military service are never easy on relationships—even less so when both lovers are in different branches…and both are men.

Naval Academy graduation now under their belts, Cary Barrientos knows the reality of the upcoming separation from his roommate of the past four years. Owen is more to him than just his best friend—he is the one person Cary can see spending his life with.

Owen Marsh knew that when he became Cary’s lover, the day would come when he would have to walk away. Now that day has come, and he’s having a hard time convincing himself that it’s just sex between them. Even with DADT repealed, there is no way a Marine and a Navy flier can be together. He’s just being realistic not expecting more.

When Cary switches their Academy rings, hoping Owen won’t notice, he makes a vow—he will do whatever he has to do, including believing enough for the both of them, to make their unlikely relationship stand the test of time. But when his Marine is called up for duty overseas, can a piece of jewellery and a promise be enough to get them through?

NSFW BLURB:

He slid his hands along the sleeves of Cary’s uniform jacket down to his the cuffs then grasped his hands while he continued the heartfelt kiss. God, he loved the way Cary looked in his dress uniform. He wore it well, as though he’d been born to wear it. It was bordering on a fetish for him, and had made it damned uncomfortable this past week when they’d worn their dress uniforms for so many Commissioning Week occasions. But right now their privacy was guaranteed, and Owen wanted to indulge in a bit of fun while Cary was still so sexily attired.

It was too bad that Cary was without his hat. They’d both had fun adhering to tradition before the ceremony and had tucked an envelope with some money and a letter of advice inside both of their caps for some lucky kid to claim. Maybe they’d hear from them someday.

Cary gave him an enquiring look before tossing the bag to the ground in the direction of the dresser. When he turned back, he grinned and lowered his gaze to the front of Owen’s khakis. Cary pursed his lips briefly before giving his lower lip a quick swipe of his tongue.

Hat or not, Cary was absolutely the sexiest man he’d ever seen.

Maybe he’d fuck Cary with his new officer’s cap on someday.

Groaning, both at the mental image and the sure knowledge that that day would be far in the future—if at all—he took Cary by the biceps and firmly placed him against the wall with one last hard kiss, then knelt before him.

“Owen…”

“Mmm…” He slid the belt latch and undid the buckle, pulling the end out of the clasp. Then he unhooked and unzipped the fly. He bracketed Cary’s hips with his hands and glanced up. Cary’s blue eyes were wide and a bit wild. Holding his gaze, Owen leant forward and mouthed his hard cock, faithfully outlined by the white cotton. Cary’s lids slid closed and Owen took that as the invitation it was.

Without lowering the trousers past Cary’s hips, he pulled the tighty whities down just enough to expose Cary’s erection. After a moment’s thought, he did a bit of manoeuvring and was able to lift Cary’s balls up over the wide elastic band before letting it gently retract against his skin once again.

He stood and backed far enough away to get a good look. From the waist up, his lover was still attired according to regulation—minus the cap. Pretty much regulation, anyway, considering he was wearing his now-defunct midshipman’s uniform instead of one for the officer he now was. Still…he was all nicely turned out on the top half.

But below the belt…

Owen caught his breath at the vision of decadence that was his handiwork. Cary’s hard and reddened cock and his balls sac were protruding lewdly from above his underwear. With his pants still mostly on, still wearing his polished white shoes, he looked debauched, as though he’d been caught unawares hard at work and enticed into forbidden play.

He met Cary’s eyes once more and could see the effort it was taking Cary to hold himself there, exposed to view without the reassurance of touch. Owen suddenly had no wont to prolong the foreplay any longer.

He hit his knees then took Cary’s cock deep.

A strangled cry was his reward, enticing him to use his tongue to wet the hard length then slide down. He repeated the action, gliding with firm pressure downwards and adding suction on the way back up to the head, gradually taking Cary most of the way down to the base.

With Cary’s balls hiked up as they were, Owen could feel the hot skin of his lover’s sac on his bottom lip at the furthest point. On the next pass downwards, he opened his mouth a bit and was able to stroke his tongue across the taut skin, feeling the closest orb shift with the pressure.

“Ah! Oh fuck, Owen.”

Tasting a bit of saltiness on the way up, Owen grinned around his mouthful and looked up from under his lashes. Cary was behaving himself and letting Owen take the lead. Time for a change of scenery, though. He pulled off with a smack of his lips.

“Please tell me you brought supplies.”

“In our kits,” Cary panted.

Owen rose to his feet and pulled Cary in for a slow, involved kiss that sent an emotional wave of warmth through him. In the room they shared at the Academy, Owen rarely felt comfortable enough to take his time with simple affectionate caresses. Mostly, their physical contact had been hurried and silent, the sole purpose being coming to completion without being caught.

“Why don’t you grab the stuff and get out of that uniform?” He gave in to impulse and cupped Cary’s cheek, pulling him back in for another kiss as Cary began to move away to follow his suggestion. He didn’t want to be apart from him for a moment…

The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks, and he abruptly dropped his hand and span around to hide what had to be a shell-shocked expression. Maybe it was the emotional culmination of their schooling at the ceremony today. Maybe it was the knowledge that their separation was looming. But when he looked at Cary, when he touched him, he was finding it hard—no, impossible—to keep from turning what should be companionable sex into lovemaking.

Love…?

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Dev signing at GRL

Omigosh! I can’t wait for this antho to come out so I can read this!! How about you? :)

Don’t forget to leave a comment to put yourself in the running for one of those Amazon Gift Cards ($150, 100, 50) or one of Devon’s backlist ebooks! 

~Em

Story Orgy Monday: Brandt’s Choice, hook-up

Happy Monday, everyone!

Only a couple things to poke and prod you about this morning… Don’t forget Lee Brazil’s The Librarian came out last Friday at Breathless Press (oh, and it’s a goodie!)…you can go HERE to get your copy.

And as an added something-something…

Can you believe the Story Orgy has been writing and posting blog stories (not to mention three anthologies) for a year now?! I mean…a whole year! So you know we can’t let that go by with a simple fare-thee-well…we asked a select group of our admirers (our significant others) to hand over some prompts, then we scrambled them all up and wrote ONE full story for your enjoyment. We’ll give you more details as we get closer. :)

Okay. Ready for a Story Orgy Hook Up? Me too.

BRANDT’S CHOICE, pt 2

Kaden wasn’t sure what just happened but he’d be damned if he let Brandt walk out now. Somehow he’d fucked up what was most definitely the best kiss of his life. Now he had to fix it.

Brandt stood by the front door, glaring at Kaden while tugging his coat over his arms. “I have things to do.”

“Like what?” Kaden kept his voice low. The others at the party were being loud but he knew they were tuned into what was going on between him and Brandt.

“Sleep.” Brandt pulled his coat closed, mutiny shining in his dark eyes.

The tousled way Brandt’s hair fell over his forehead begged for Kaden to comb his fingers through it. Taking a deep breath to steady himself for the coming battle, he took his own coat from the closet and slipped it on. If Brandt thought he was leaving alone, he was sorely mistaken. “Fine. I’ll make sure you get home okay.”

Brandt tucked the zipper together and jerked it up. He swore – and Kaden thought he might have stomped his foot – at the sound of tearing fabric.

Sissy clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles, then, with a fix this look at Kaden, excused herself to find Austin.

“Slow down, cowboy.” Kaden brushed the stubborn man’s hands away, noting the slight shake before Brandt dropped them to his sides. “I think you broke it.”

“Screw you.”

Kaden leaned in as he slid the zipper down. “That’s the idea.”

<<TBC>>

Don’t stop now! Make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what they’ve got up their sleeves…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jadebaiser.blogspot.com/

Have a great Monday, y’all…

~Em

2012 Story Orgy Monday #1!

Good Monday morning, everyone! Happy New Year 2012! A couple of goodie announcements for you to start off the new year -

First, our own very wonderful, very talented Lee Brazil has a new release coming out on Friday, January 6th — The Librarian – from Breathless Press. You can go here to pick up your copy!

Valentine Michaels has just taken a vow of celibacy. Adrian Grey intends to take full advantage of that vow to re-create his relationship with Val.

Val is at a crossroads in his life. A college dropout, he’s gone as far as he can in his career as a cosmetologist, owning his own style salon. He no longer finds satisfaction in it, though he’s put years into proving to his bigoted parents that a college degree and the veneer of straightness aren’t the only roads to success. They’d turned their backs on him, and he proved he didn’t need them to make it.

His love life is no better than his working life. His relationships always start with a bang and fizzle into boredom, or worse, anger.

Adrian has his own agenda for helping Val: he’s been in love with Val since they were freshmen. The intervening years of listening to Val’s gossip about his lovers and relationships have taught Adrian just what it was he did wrong all those years ago, and he thinks this time around he now knows exactly how to get—and keep—his man.

Second, Word Play, Story Orgy Vol 1 from Breathless Press has been nominated at Love Romances Cafe in the Best Anthology category! Woohoo! We’ll keep you posted…

And finally, we’ve decided to tweak things up a bit for Story Orgy Mondays, but, never fear, you’ll still get free reads every Monday. We writers just need some more time to be able to devote to other writing, so we’re going to change word counts.

Every other week, half the Story Orgy group will write shorter pieces, what we in the group call “Hook Ups.” These Hook Ups will be around 250 words and based on the same prompt as the longer posts. All in all, this is designed to continue to deliver to you, our friends and fans, the stories you love every Monday morning, but also give us more time to work on other writing we hope you’ll love as well.

Us five writers also convinced Jade Baiser, our photographer, that she is, indeed, a writer at heart, and she is joining us in our weekly posts. Woo hoo! We knew we could make her see the light. So, here’s the schedule: this week while Lee Brazil, Havan Fellows, and myself will post the standard length…JR Boyd, Jade Baiser, and Hank Edwards will post Hook Ups. Next week, we’ll switch it up, and the week after that, we switch back. Got it?

We hope you’ll enjoy this update and continue to support, share, comment, and just plain love on your Story Orgy group. We love to hear from you, so please leave comments and let us know your thoughts. We’ve got some great things planned for 2012, so come on into the Story Orgy room, settle in on the comfy sofas or cushions, and read for a bit.

Oh, one more thing. I stumbled across this purty magical book of prompts and have decreed that we shall write based off these prompts. It’s going to get interesting, just you wait and see.   ;)

This week’s prompt: Your character has been handed a card by a friend of a friend at a New Year’s Eve Party. He opens the card to find that it’s from his secret admirer and that he or she desperately wants to kiss him at midnight. What happens?

So are you ready?? I sure am…let’s start 2012 off with a bang!

BRANDT’S CHOICE, pt 1

Brandt Collins stood on Sissy Andrews’ snow covered porch on New Year’s Eve rubbing a gloved hand over the ache in his hip. For the millionth time, he cursed the horn that had speared his leg a year ago. If he’d been even a little younger than his thirty-five years he could have come back from an injury like that. A rodeo clown had to be agile. And he wasn’t it by a long shot.

Through the door he could hear music and laughter. More of both than he cared to be around tonight. Brandt had just talked himself out of knocking when the door swung open and a petite blond launched into his arms. He grunted with the pain of bruised ribs. Stumbling back, he nearly tumbled off the edge of the slippery porch before a firm grip on his arm saved them both.

“Damn, girl. Slow down.”

That voice, deep and husky, settled over Brandt like a thick blanket. His insides warmed and every ache paled against the heat of attraction. “Thanks, Kaden.” Brandt dropped his squirming package to her feet. “Good to see you too, Sissy.”

“Sorry!” She ruined the apology by hopping in place and clapping her hands together. “Come on, it’s almost midnight. I thought you were gonna bail on me and make me come and find you. Of course, I would have just sent my brother.” She waved a hand toward Kaden as she pulled them inside her small home and closed the door.

Brandt took his time removing his coat and gloves. He used the moment while Sissy had Kaden distracted to look his fill. This was the first time he’d seen his friend since last spring when he’d been laid up injured from the circuit. Like always, Kaden’s coal black hair and meadow-green eyes melted Brandt’s heart while his solid build and masculinity hardened Brandt’s cock.

He pulled in a deep breath and settled himself down. Brandt reminded himself there was no way Kaden was interested in him. All the years they’d been friends not once had he shown the slightest interest. No lingering glances. No accidental touches. Kaden had always wished him well and sent him off with a large thermos of black coffee when he had to head back to the rodeo. Not once had he asked Brandt to stay.

Pulling himself out of Neverland, Brandt smiled and waved at several people already inside who called out to him. Hell, he needed a drink. Spotting the keg perched on the kitchen counter beside a bevy of liquor, juices and soda, Brandt made his way across the room followed closely by Kaden. When he pulled a plastic cup from the stack beside the beer, Brandt cursed when Kaden snatched it from his hand.

“You still on those meds?”

Damn him for remembering. Brandt glared at Kaden and picked up another cup, holding it out to the sheriff, who stood guarding the alcohol. “Not your business.”

A slight lift of dark eyebrows was the only indication that Brandt’s snide comment had found home. Kaden stared at him for a moment then dropped the spare cup on the counter and walked away.

Brandt should have felt relief but instead a knife twisted in his gut as he watched Kaden disappear around the corner. The sheriff, Austin Andrews, cleared his throat and held up the keg tap in a silent question. Taking a mind-clearing breath, Brandt shook his head. “Coke’ll be fine.”

“You gonna tell him you’re on the wagon?” Austin asked quietly.

“Not with that attitude I’m not.”

Shaking his head, Austin laughed. He sat down in a nearby kitchen chair and kicked his feet out in front of him. “You two are gonna make it hard, huh?”

Brandt assessed the sheriff, wondering just where this was leading. “Friends bicker. That’s what makes ‘em friends.”

“Sure. Friends.”

“Mm-hmm.” Brandt wasn’t out to the general population of West Oak. Sissy knew, which meant Austin knew. That was it.

Austin pulled his sleeve back and checked the time. “Five minutes until midnight. Guess I better do what I was told.” With a smirk, he reached into his hip pocket, withdrew a small white square of paper and held it out to Brandt. “I was asked to make sure you got this.”

Brandt stood looking at the note dangling from Austin’s fingertips. The thing might as well have been a rattlesnake for all he wanted to touch it. “Who’s it from?”

“You know I’m not going to tell you. Now take it.”

He wiped his hands down his pants before accepting the missive. “Let me sit.”

“Your leg hurting?”

“Yeah.”

Austin stood and waved Brandt into the chair. “Happy New Year.” And with that he made his way into the living room, presumably to find his wife. Brandt smiled when he heard Sissy squeal a second later. Those two were good together.

Bracing his palm against the table, he sank onto the chair, careful of going too fast. He’d pay for days if he tweaked his hip tonight over something as stupid as sitting. Brandt flipped the note open to see one simple line scribbled across the paper in a very familiar scrawl.

Find me at midnight.

Brandt’s heart sped up, his blood pounding in his ears as he tried to comprehend what it could mean. Did it mean what he so desperately wanted? Something real? Or was it another trick?

He didn’t want to make the correlation but he couldn’t help the flutter of fear in the pit of his stomach. The last time he’d received a note and followed it’s instructions he’d ended up in the hospital with the bruised ribs and black eye he was still nursing. Granted, that had been two weeks and two-hundred miles ago.

Everyone here had assumed his injuries were from a rough round in the arena or a bad dive into a barrel. Brandt hadn’t corrected them.

“Ten…” Laughter rang from the other room as the countdown began.

Oh God.

“Nine…”

What should he do?

“Eight…”

Brandt stood, his knees weak. He had to get out of there.

“Seven…”

He ignored the calls from friends to come toast the new year. If that note didn’t mean what he wanted, he couldn’t stand the alternative.

“Six…Five…Four…Three…Two…ONE!”

Cheers erupted from the small crowd in Sissy’s house as Brandt finally breathed in precious frigid air as he stepped out the back door into the dark. The wind bit through his flannel shirt and he regretted his hasty decision.

He should have went out the front door. Then he could have grabbed his coat on the way.

“Leaving?”

Brandt yelped and slipped on the ice covering the bottom step. He threw out his arms to attempt recovering his balance but he knew the landing was going to hurt bad.

Strong arms wrapped around him before he hit the ground. A low growl rolled from behind him, vibrating against his back. Brandt found himself upright and pressed against the icy side of the house staring into Kaden’s dark eyes.

Kaden’s embrace was warm and solid. His body was trapped inch for inch underneath the length of Brandt’s and it left nothing to the imagination. Time slowed as Brandt registered the erection trapped behind Kaden’s faded denim jeans. Awestruck, Brandt watched Kaden’s head tilt forward to settle his lips onto Brandt’s. Heat seared his skin and seeped into his pores, heading hellbent for his cock.

Is this happening?

Yielding to a soft swipe of Kaden’s tongue, Brandt parted his lips and welcomed him deeper. He let his own eyes close and blissfully sank into the kiss. Kaden’s tongue swept his mouth, drifting lazily around his own, like they had all night.

Brandt grunted when Kaden’s grip tightened around his chest, dragging him closer. He gasped for air, trying to breath through the sudden burst of pain from his ribs. “Fuck.”

Kaden stumbled backward, holding Brandt at arm’s length. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

A different pain seared Brandt. This was far worse than getting his ass kicked. He reared back, pulled himself up by his bootstraps, and supported his own weight. Kaden’s hands fell away and Brandt felt the cold like a pick to the heart. “Don’t sweat it.” Before Kaden could offer an excuse, or worse – an apology, Brandt leapt the two steps to the back door and fled to the warmth and crowd inside.

The door slammed shut on Kaden’s shout. Brandt kept moving, keeping his head down and cutting a path in the direction he should have went in the start. His lips tingled from Kaden’s kiss, spurring him faster.

“Hey sugar, you leaving already?” Sissy’s bubbly voice came from his left.

Brandt turned toward the closet to pull out his coat. “Yeah, I just popped in to say hi.”

A sharp hiss from his right alerted him that Kaden had followed him. “You’re not going anywhere.”

<<TBC>>

Don’t stop now! Make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what they’ve got up their sleeves…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jadebaiser.blogspot.com/

Have a great Monday, y’all…

~Em

Story Orgy Monday: His Holiday, final installment

So how was everyone’s Christmas yesterday? We had a flurry of golfing, roller blading, hot wheeling madness here. LOL. My hubby is grinning largely with his engine stand for the new motor he’s “going to build” over the winter, and I am of course all happy-happy with my purty new Kindle Fire. To say the least, it was a great day…and that we spent it with family and friends made it all the better.

So a couple things…the ever-so-handsome Hank Edwards has a steamy little release over at Amazon (yes, it is looking mighty fine on my new eReader). You can go here to download your copy…and you will want your own shiny, new copy…because here’s an excerpt to give you a taste: (from Weston’s Spread)

‎”Just looking for work.” Tucker turned his gaze out over the property surrounding them. “Nice piece of land you got here.”

“Thanks.” Alex looked around as well, thinking of all the work he needed to do that day. “I just inherited it a year ago from my grandfather.”

“Really? Just you or is there a Mrs. Weston?”

“Nope, just me.” Alex looked down at his boots, suddenly shy.

“Lot of land for one man to run,” Tucker stated. “Need some help?”

Alex raised his eyes. “I don’t have any money, Mr. Matthews, so I can’t pay you.”

“I didn’t ask for money. And the name’s Tucker.” He looked up at the house. “Just the one bedroom?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Alex took a breath. “If you’re not asking for money, what would you be asking for?”

“Room and board,” Tucker said. “Just need a roof over my head.”

Alex thought the offer over for a few seconds before saying, “Deal. But I’ve only got the one bed.”

“I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.” Tucker’s eyes seemed to pin Alex to the spot as if daring him to mention different sleeping arrangements.

And it only gets hotter from there…trust me. *wink*

And for those of you waiting for Graham’s Gift… IT’S HERE! And you can go HERE to get it! Woohoo!  Want a small excerpt of that? Here you go:

Graham took a deep breath, drawing in the smoky scent of the burning wood. Some people didn’t like that smell, but Graham loved it. Different woods gave off their own distinctive aromas. The oak he was burning now was earthy, clean.

It smelled a lot like Michael.

What the hell am I supposed to do now? With Michael ensconced in his bed, Graham resigned himself to the couch. He stood, pushed the coffee table out of the way and opened the sleeper sofa. He took a blanket, sheets and pillow from the closet to make up his bed for the night. Sliding between the cool slips of cotton, Graham wished for a thousand things to be different…not the least of which was for Michael to be there because he wanted to be.

What would that be like?

Graham closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift as the wind howled outside. Now that he’d seen Michael’s body in the flesh he didn’t have to conjure up maybes and what-ifs. He knew the smooth lines and muscles that made the man. 

And with that…how would you like to win a copy of Graham’s Gift? Let’s see…the first three people to tell me which of my books Graham came from will win their own copy…how’s that?

Now…

On to the final installment of His Holiday…ready?

HIS HOLIDAY, final 

Oh the weather outside is frightful…but the fire is so delightful…

Gave awoke to the low baritone of Bing Crosby coming from the bedside. He opened his eyes and saw the display of Chris’s phone lit up as the tune continued. He debated waking Chris but curiosity won. Gave slid his arm out from under the covers and, leaning against Chris, snagged the phone from the night stand. The display read Leif.

“That better not be my brother.”

Gave held the phone in front of Chris’s nose. “That your brother?”

One eye cracked open for a split second then Chris sighed. “Yes.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“You don’t know him yet.”

Gave chuckled but flipped open the phone to answer the call. He held the receiver to Chris’s ear and bumped him in the rear with his knee. “Wake up and talk to him.”

“What?” The grump in Chris was showing.

A low murmur, just loud enough that Gave knew Leif was talking but not so loud he could discern the words, was greeted by the occasional yes or later answer from Chris. Each one word answer and the growing tension in Chris’s body only served to wind Gave up for a serious let down. He crawled over Chris and headed for the bathroom.

Before he could make it two steps or finish his you’re an idiot self-lecture, a pillow smacked Gave in the back of the head. He picked up the pillow only to get a second one square on the butt. Gave turned on Chris, firing the two pillows one after the other and scoring hits with both. He couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling up inside him, even with the feeling of the end coming quickly.

Chris tossed his phone on the small table as he sat up on the mattress. He clasped his hands around his knees and rocked back and forth for a long second. Finally, he sighed. “So, you want to know about the old man?”

“Only if you want to tell me.”

Chris shook his head. “It won’t work like that, Gave.”

Well, that didn’t sound good. Gave had thought he’d have a little time, maybe one more romp in the sack before Chris kicked him out. He sucked in a breath. It was normally the other way around. His heart raced like a runaway freight train and he needed to sit down.

Gave sank into the chair next to the desk beside the bed. “It won’t work? How do you—”

“No. Gave. You have to want to know. If you don’t…I can’t show you.”

Gave stared at a worn spot in the carpet. Do I want to know Chris’s secrets? What could it be? Wife? Husband? Kids? Does he think I can be happy to be on the side?

“No.”

Gave met Chris’s gaze, smiling at the spit of anger in his blue eyes. “No what?”

“No to all of those things. I shudder at the thought of having a wife. There’s no husband—yet. Kids are a possibility, but not yet either.” Chris shrugged. “Though I don’t want to rule that out. And I would never put you on the side. I’m not wired that way.”

Gave blinked. How had Chris just answered his thoughts like he’d spoken out loud? Gave shook his head and stood, unsure what to do with that. Unsure how it was even possible.

“Gave. We talked to each other in our heads when we were miles apart.”

“That was a dream.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

Chris’s phone began to ring again and he jabbed at the answer button. “I’ll call you back.” Then he hung up and returned his attention to Gave.

Finding himself in front of the mirror hanging over the dresser, Gave ignored Chris. He closed his eyes against the hope he saw in his own face. Do I want to know? “Yes.”

“No—”

“I mean, I want to know. I want this with you.” Gave scrubbed his hands over his face, then back through his hair. “I have no idea how this will work, but I want this—you.”

Warm arms slid around his waist and Chris leaned against his back, smooth skin pressing against him, the scent of candy canes tingling Gave’s nose. “Then it would be easier to show you.”

“Show me?”

“Get dressed. Warm. Need warm clothes.”

The warmth of Chris’s body disappeared, and even as Gave turned, Chris was whirling around the room, opening drawers and closets to get out their warmest apparel.

In a blink, Chris had his jeans, thermal shirt and a blue flannel on. He advanced on Gave with another pair of jeans and similar shirts. Gave narrowed his eyes at Chris. “You had better not think you’re dressing me.”

Chris’s smile lit the room and warmed Gave’s heart. “I’d rather undress you.”

Gave laughed in surprise. “I’ve created a monster.” He waved his hands. “Give me my stuff so I can get dressed.”

Chris tossed them over, then sank down in the chair Gave had abandoned. He propped one elbow on the desk and continued to watch Gave.

“What?” Gave pulled on his pants, then his shirts. “Am I doing it wrong?”

Color bloomed in Chris’s cheeks, turning his cheeks cherry red. “Never.”

The breath caught in Gave’s throat and his cock thickened at the reminder of their night in bed. His gaze dropped to Chris’s groin, gratified at the thick erection evident behind the faded denim. “We could just stay here. I’ll believe whatever you say.”

Chris shifted in his seat, then stood. “No, there will be plenty of time for this after.”

Gave tossed Chris his boots and shoved his feet into his own. “Then let’s go.”

When Gave looked up, Chris was standing next to him with a hand out. “Waiting on you.”

***

 

For a moment, Chris thought Gave was going to refuse. But he’d slapped his hand into Chris’s and grinned. Chris hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until it rushed out with relief.

Now they stood with rolling hills of snow on either side of them. Chris had seen his grandpa’s shop a million times, so he knew how impressive it looked at night like this with everything all lit up and sparkling.

He had brought them to this spot on purpose. Better to get the full picture than to wonder.

“I…I…” Gave’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly. Chris couldn’t help but think of one of those toy soldiers where little boys could use the lever to make only the mouth move.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Chris smiled. He loved coming back to visit. It always rejuvenated him.

The sign itself was ornate curves and swirls with a simple cross board that read North Pole in all capitals enclosed in a red frame. Next to that sat one of those old mailboxes made of iron. It was painted red with gold scrolls swirling over the top and along the side. It was just for show, but Grandpa loved it, so it stayed.

“Are we—” Gave lifted a hand and pointed at the main house.

“At the North Pole?” Chris grinned. “Yes, we are.”

“Is that—”

“Santa’s workshop?”

Gave looked at Chris, understanding beginning to dawn on his face. “Are you—”

“No.”

Gave nodded, sighing. “Okay. Okay, I can handle this.” He turned in a circle, snow scrunching under his boots.

“The workshop is my grandfather’s pride and joy. Long ago our ancestor built the first of it.” Chris pointed to a smaller building to the left. “It began as a two-story house with living quarters on the top floor and the toy shop on the first.”

“Wow.”

“Quite a feat back then, I assure you.” Chris motioned toward the main house. It looked spectacular this year. The elves must have really been on a decorating binge.

The clock towers on either side of the front walk were wrapped in red and white lights, striped like candy canes. Each window blinked in harmony with multicolored happiness, and wreaths hung on each of the four doors facing the main porch.

Through the large glass front doors, Chris could see the fifteen-foot pine tree trimmed with the hundreds of handmade ornaments from children all over the world. Santa wouldn’t allow one gift to remain in the box.

“That one has been added over the years as more and more of the family have opted to live here year-round instead of coming home for the Season.”

“Season?”

Gave’s confusion was adorable. Chris slid his arm around Gave’s waist and pulled him close. “The Christmas season, silly. We all come home to help.”

“You didn’t this year.”

Chris sighed when Gave’s arms wrapped around him, warming him from the inside out. “No. I needed to be near you.”

Gave squeezed Chris. “Can we go someplace warm now?”

Chris tipped his head up and winked. He watched as it registered with Gave that they now stood in a large foyer, sans snow gear.

“How do you do that?”

A loud, merry laugh rang through the hallway and Gave stiffened as he tried to pull away. Chris sighed as he let him go. He couldn’t expect things to be perfect overnight. Though he’d hoped.

“Now, young man, don’t let me ruin the moment. You two looked cozy.” An older man came down the wide stairway, his hand skimming the oak banister as he descended.

“I’m sorry—” Gave’s eyes narrowed, then he cocked his head. “I’ve seen you before.”

Gave was sharp as a tack, Chris would give him that. Even if subtlety wasn’t his best suit. But Santa just laughed again. “Yes, you did. And good for you for not letting my grandson get away with not telling you about us.”

Chris groaned. “Come on, Grandpa. You know why I don’t tell people.”

“I do. Usually, I agree. This time I’m glad you made the exception.” Chris’s grandfather tapped Gave on the cheek with one finger. “This one’s a keeper, I can tell.”

Gave shook his head. “You’ve just met me.”

A twinkle lit up Santa’s eyes and a smile curved his lips under his long white beard. “Gaven, I’ve known you your entire life. Always on the good list.”

“I tried.”

Chris slid his hand into Gave’s, needing the connection with him.

Santa smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “You’ll have to be patient with your new man, boy. He might take a bit to realize we will love him because you do.”

Chris grinned at the gasp from Gave. “Gramps, we need to get some rest before the party tonight. Can we get a room?”

“Yours is ready for you, like always.”

“Thanks.” Figuring Gave had had enough for one day, he led the way up the stairs rather than just thinking them into his bedroom.

“Walking? So overrated,” Gave whispered in Chris’s ear.

And Chris took the hint. It was his holiday, after all. “Think we could find a red satin bow around here somewhere?”

The End

 

Another big thank you to Danny Johns for sending in the prompt that sparked this story. Gave and Chris have been two of my most favorite characters to work with.

So…curious what the others have done to wrap up their stories? Well, don’t stop now…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Have a great Monday!

~Em

Story Orgy Monday: His Holiday, pt 4

 

Almost there…are you counting down? Six more days until the jolly ol’ soul himself comes bounding down the chimney…Most of my shopping is done, I’ve made cookies and decorated with the kidlets. Whew…this has been a great holiday season already!

Just a little something…if you can’t wait to see the end (are you the kind who opens their gifts early?!)…our And The Prompt Is…Holiday Edition is now available at Amazon & 1Place For Romance with the first ninety days of proceeds going to the My Stuff Bags charity organization.

And of course I would like to mention for those of you who have been waiting on a story for Graham from Chasing Alex…it’s coming! Graham’s Gift will be released next Monday, Dec 26th, at Total-E-Bound Publishing here… and pre-order is available! *grin*

Okay, folks…are you ready? Hear it comes…the fourth installment of His Holiday!

 

HIS HOLIDAY

Chapter Four

Gave stared down at the blond he’d nearly killed himself trying to avoid. He still wasn’t sure Chris was his real name but he’d answered naturally enough when Gave had shouted it over the crowd. Wide blue eyes shined bright with everything Chris wanted to say but held in check behind that manicured hand.

“How?”

Gave moved Chris’s hand and dropped a kiss on Chris’s upturned mouth. “How about I explain when we get to the support lodge?”

Chris nodded his head but the questions remained on his face, written in the lines between his brows. “Okay. Promise?”

“Promise.” Gave snapped his own rope line to Chris’s belt, gave it a tug to make sure it held. “Now let’s get out of here.”

Gave followed Chris to the door. A small tinkling sound brought Gave’s attention down to Chris’s waist. He laughed, then tapped Chris on the shoulder. “Are you kidding me?”

Chris glanced over his shoulder. “What?”

“Chris Kringle has jingle bells?” Gave grinned. Yeah, that was as cliche as it got.

“Hey, I’ll have you know they help if I get separated from friends when I’m skiing.”

A small pout formed on Chris’s slender red lips and all Gave could think was that they looked like the perfect red bow. He lifted a gloved hand to brush his thumb over Chris’s lower lip, tugging it gently before he pressed another kiss to his mouth. “I’m sure. Now, out the door, Santa.”

“I’m not Santa.” Chris scowled at him. “That’s Grandpa.”

Before Gave could analyze that comment, Chris had turned and disappeared out the door, a small tug letting Gave know Chris had reached the end of his lead. Tucking it away for later conversation, Gave put his attention to getting them both safely to the other lodge.

Rescuers had set up posts along the two-hour hike down the mountain, giving Gave and Chris much needed places to warm up and have hot coffee. Gave tapped Chris on the shoulder at the halfway point. “Bathroom?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Gave walked off to the area where a portable restroom was stationed, humming to himself as he sanitized his hands when he was done.

“Nice to see someone in a good mood. Jingle Bells was always my favorite.”

Gave grinned at the older man leaving the restroom with him. “Sometimes you have to be thankful for what lands in your lap.” And barely having enough time to dive into a small cave to avoid being swept down a mountainside had a way of readjusting a man’s thinking.

He weaved through the other climbers, looking for Chris. When Gave found him, Chris was standing at the flap of the tent talking with a man who looked to be fifty years older than him. A low chuckle came from the other man as Gave caught his attention with a wave.

Gave looked down to zip his coat and tuck his gloves into his sleeves as he walked up to the pair. “Who’s your new friend, Chris?”

“You are.” Chris winked at him when Gave looked up.

“What the—” Gave looked around. The older man was gone. “Where is the guy you were talking to just now?”

Chris’s eyebrows lifted and he made an exaggerated attempt of searching around himself. “Care to explain what our new friend looks like?”

“Older, beard, red cheeks, white hair, kinda heavyset.”

Chris stopped laughing and he stared at Gave hard. “Are you making fun of me?”

Confusion and a touch of panic swirled in Gave’s stomach. “No. I’m serious.”

“Maybe you hit your head while you were off doing whatever you were doing.” Chris pulled his coat tight and snapped the top button. “Let’s get moving again.”

There was just enough hurt in Chris’s eyes when he turned away to keep Gave from making a smart comment. “Need your clip, love.”

Chris raised his right arm and let Gave hook on.

“Ready. Take point, Chris.”

A sharp nod and they stepped out into the biting cold wind and pounding snow.

***

 

Warmth prickled across Gave’s skin as he entered the neighboring lodge behind Chris. Something was cooking, Gave couldn’t make out what. Bread? Maybe chicken too.

Nudging Chris to follow his lead, he slowly began to peel off the layers of snow gear. Past experience taught him that his body needed to adjust to the heat or there would be painful consequences later.

“Oh my gosh.” Chris sighed as he unwound one of the donated scarves from the third checkpoint. “This heat is pure heaven.”

Gave grinned at him. “Nah, this is just bliss. I’ll show you heaven tonight.”

“Oh, that was bad.”

“Yeah.” Gave pulled his gloves off, rubbing his hands together as he watched Chris do the same.

A pretty little redhead weaved through the crowded lobby and dropped a box between their feet. “All snow gear goes in there. I’ve labeled it with your room number. Two-oh-three.” She whirled on her heels and headed off to another group huddling together. Over her shoulder, almost like an afterthought, she hollered, “That’s your room.”

“Guess they assume we’re rooming together?”

Gave shrugged, keeping his gaze on his fingers as he fumbled with the buttons of his coat.

“Something you wanna share?”

“I might have mentioned that my boyfriend was buried in that cabin.” Gave wrinkled his nose as he met Chris’s gaze.

“Oh yeah?” Chris’s blue eyes lit up and Gave would have sworn they twinkled like that children’s poem. Unzipping his coat, Chris pitched it into the pile. “Good thing they didn’t think it was that desk clerk.”

Gave groaned and dropped his coat on top of Chris’s. A tinkling sound as Chris stripped down his snow suit reminded Gave of their earlier conversation. He cocked his head. “So, back to that old man.”

“Not now, Gave.” Chris’s tone was flat.

Unease crept into the pit of Gave’s stomach. “When then?” Gave lowered his voice. “I know he was there, Chris.”

“Let’s rest first. Then talk.”

Gave nodded as he shoved his snow pants down his legs, kicking off his boots in the process. He could wait that long. But from the downturn of Chris’s mouth, it wouldn’t do to wait much longer. With all of their clothes stuffed in the tote, Gave slid his hand into Chris’s and led the way to find their room.

The redhead was across the room now, talking it up with two other women. She lifted her hand and pointed up the stairs. Gave cringed as she yelled across the room. “Second floor, turn left, third door on the left. Sleep tight, boys.”

Gave felt Chris squeeze his hand just before Chris laughed and called back, “No worries there. Get some rest yourself when you can.”

Straight, pearl white teeth that Gave was sure came from extensive dental work bloomed in her smile. “Sure thing, doll. See you guys in a bit.”

Chris waved his free hand and Gave cleared the way to the stairs. By the time they made it into their room, they were both dead on their feet. Gave had no other thought than curling up behind Chris and falling asleep to the rhythm of his breathing. At the click of the lock, Gave stripped and crawled under the thick fleece blanket. He held up the corner for Chris to climb in, admiring the sinewy muscles playing under the pale skin of his lover.

“Good night, my hero.” Chris whispered the words as if he were afraid Gave would hear him and argue.

Gave wrapped his arm around Chris’s slender waist and pulled him flush against him, exhaustion overruling any thought of desire. “I had to come back.” He paused as his eyes drifted shut and sleep grew heavy on his mind. “I shouldn’t have left.”

<<TBC>>

 

Hope you enjoyed the latest chapter to my Christmas story….

Don’t stop now though…make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what happens next in their Christmas stories!

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jadebaiser.blogspot.com/

Have a great Monday, y’all…

~Em

Story Orgy Monday: His Holiday, pt 3

Merry Almost-Christmas!! 

Good morning, everyone!

One little something you might care to know…on December 15th - And The Prompt Is…Holiday Edition will be available on Amazon, AllRomaceEBooks, and 1Place For Romance! It will include all five stories you see posting here during the month of December… The profits from the first 90 days of sales for this anthology will go to My Stuff Bags, whose ultimate goal is to provide a My Stuff Bag filled with new belongings to each of the nearly 300,000 children each year who must enter crisis shelters and foster care with nothing of their own. Find the website here to read more or donate yourself. As an added bonus, for those of you who haven’t yet read it, And The Prompt Is…Volume One will be reduced to $1.99.

So why don’t we just hop on into the third installment of His Holiday?

HIS HOLIDAY

Chapter Three

The room was dark, only the light from Chris’s cell phone lighting the bed. Chris rolled slightly as the bed dipped. Gave stood then grabbed his pants from the floor. “I’ll be right back.”

Chris hung up his phone, not bothering to explain to his mother things were complicated. He was pretty sure he’d get a call from his grandfather again before the night was over. The old man seemed to have that kind of sense. “Where are you going?”

“Bathroom.”

“Need your pants for that?”

When Gave turned back to face Chris, his expression blank, Chris sighed. Gave just shook his head and snapped the door closed between them.

That sucks. Chris rooted around in the room until he found the remote for the small television set on the dresser. Clicking it on, he flipped channels until he found the weather channel.

A well-dressed man was pointing at a map of Colorado covered largely by a white swatch of color mottled with blues and reds. Inches upon inches of snow, the man was saying, looked to accumulate over night in the largest storm of the season. Chris sat upright, tugging the sheet around his waist. A twinge from his muscles brought a smile to his face. He’d been right to wait.

“Wow. Look at that.”

Raw enthusiasm laced Gave’s voice. Chris nodded. “Gonna be a harsh one. Good time to stay inside.”

A gleam lit Gave’s blue eyes. “No way. This is why I’m here. I want to be in it. I want to ride the slopes, racing the winds.” He snatched his bag from the closet, digging into it as he continued. “Just me and Mother Nature.”

“Yeah, Mother Nature carrying a big freaking stick.” Chris slid to the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the floor. “You can’t go out in this.”

Gave slowed to a stop, then turned to face Chris. Immediately Chris knew he’d stepped in it. A mutinous look turned Gave’s face sour. “You think because we screwed, you get to tell me what to do?”

Chris stood, clutching the sheet so tightly his fingers hurt. “If you were the maid I would say the same thing.”

“So now I’m nothing but the maid?” Gave narrowed his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Chris made a study of tucking the end of the sheet in to hold it around his waist. When he’d calmed the worst of his temper, he looked up.

But Gave was digging in his bag again. Thick black gloves, two skiing masks and heavy wool socks lay on the floor beside him. “I’m going.”

“The police have put out an advisory. They say no one should be out in it. That you’d be taking your life into your own hands if you do.”

Gave laughed. “That’s the thrill. Just me and nature. Who’s gonna win? Me? Or her?”

“Why take that risk? I don’t want to lose-” Chris stopped short and Gave was shaking his head.

“I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

“You won’t. Don’t you understand? This isn’t just a snowstorm. This is a blizzard. If something goes wrong, no one will be able to find you. There won’t be anyone to help you until it’s too late.” Desperation churned in Chris’s stomach. He needed Gave to understand.

He needed him to stay.

Gave reached into the closet again, pulling out his snow gear. He tugged the pants on, then his vest, before answering. “I’ve never needed help before. I’m fine taking care of myself.”

The way he wouldn’t meet Chris’s gaze told volumes. Chris realized this wasn’t just about a storm ride. Something else was eating at Gave. “What’s wrong? What have I done?”

Gave looked at him then as he slung his coat over his shoulders. “Nothing. I’ve told you.”

“Please don’t go.”

Gave jammed his feet into his boots, tucking his pants down tight into the sides. “Have to.”

“No, you don’t. You’re running. From me?”

After tying a second knot in his laces, Gave stood and stared Chris directly in the eyes. Anger colored his cheeks red. “I’m no coward.”

“Then stay.”

Gave stroked Chris’s cheek with one finger, a tender touch in contrast to the fire burning in his gaze. “I can’t.”

Let It Snow filled the air, jangling Chris’s nerves like it never had before.

Gave dropped his hand. “Take your call. I’m taking mine.”

The door opened and closed with barely a sound, leaving Chris standing in Gave’s room alone. The music ended, followed directly by a missed call beep.

He couldn’t move. What was he supposed to do now? Chase him? No. That would cause a scene and Chris hated scenes like that. He was private and airing that kind of argument was against his very being.

Chris sank onto the mattress. The best he could do was wait.

And hope.

A second beep had him reaching for his phone. Without listening to the voicemail his brother had left, Chris returned Leif’s call.

“Gonna do some fund-raising while you’re there?”

“Don’t we have enough for the year?” Agitation stirred in Chris’s gut. His man had just walked out the door and his brother thought of nothing but the toy shop. “Seriously, that’s what you called for?”

Silence met his outburst.

Chris waited him out.

“I was worried. Haven’t you looked outside?” A small pause. “Oh. Jeez, man. Why do you even have the phone on?”

Good question. Chris shrugged, then remembering Leif couldn’t actually see him, cleared his throat. “Forgot to turn it off. Not that it matters now. He’s gone.”

“Gone?” Leif chuckled. “You kick him out?”

“He’s gone skiing.”

“Chris. Look outside. No one’s skiing in your area.”

Chris stood and pulled back the curtain. A wall of swirling white blocked his view of even the darkness of night. His heart sank. “Gave is.”

“You have to stop him.”

“He’s his own man.” Chris rested his head against the frigid pane of glass. “And I tried.”

“Maybe they-”

A loud rumble overshadowed Leif’s words, the walls shook and Chris swayed with the floor. He blinked once, trying to focus on what was happening. Loud yells echoed from the hall. But Chris stood motionless at the window, staring unbelieving at the snow now packed tight against the glass an inch from his nose. A beep next to his ear startled him. He pulled the phone away and stared at the screen. No signal. Leif was gone.

Chris took a deep breath, realizing the only way he saw the snow at the window was because of the light of his phone. The rest of the room was black. Those yelling were guests looking for companions and lodge workers asking them to calm down and remain still until the lights were restored by the generators.

He turned his phone to the room, searched out his clothes, and took one step before it hit him.

Gave.

***

Chris managed to find his jeans but opted for one of Gave’s thermal shirts from his closet. Ditching the socks, he slid into his tennis shoes before opening the bedroom door to the hallway. A small flicker of hope remained that someone had stopped Gave from going outside.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, a small pop sounded and tiny lights along the floor lit up. Murmuring lifted to small cheers for the tiny gift of light. A lodge employee stood at the top of the stairs nearby.

Chris nodded to him. “What happened?”

“Avalanche.”

The one word fell like lead between them. Chris nodded again and headed down to the lobby. Each step loud to his ears as he searched faces that appeared in the dark beside him. Hope lessened and fear took its place as he checked each public room downstairs, finally coming to a stop at the front desk.

Across the expanse of wooden counter, the same clerk from earlier stared at him. It was the look in the other man’s eyes, the pity, that told Chris the answer to his question.

Gave was outside.

Chris turned without speaking and made his way back to Gave’s room. The door was ajar and hope leapt again. He hurried forward, only to be stopped by the employee from the stairs.

“Please make sure you close your door when you leave next time, sir. Times like this you can’t trust people not to take advantage.”

“I left it open?”

“Yes sir. I stayed here to watch until you came back.”

Chris gave him a smile. “Thanks.”

The man tipped his fingers off his forehead and disappeared down the hall.

Chris entered Gave’s room and sat on the bed, staring at the window. They had been lucky. The snow could have wiped the lodge down the hill. Somewhere he’d heard an employee talking about stone buffets that had been put in over the summer paying for themselves tonight.

Indeed.

He blinked back the burn of tears. Gave was a frequent skier from all Chris could tell. But could he beat the avalanche to some place safe?

Chris hung his head. Grandpa. What do I do?

A low hum filled his mind, turning into a soft murmur. You wait, boy.

It could be days. Past Christmas. Chris lay back on the mattress.

Have faith.

That was easier said than done. Chris believed. He just didn’t know how anyone could survive the onslaught of snow.

Rest. You’ll see. Christmas wishes come true every year.

A Christmas wish.

Chris closed his eyes, squeezing them tight, and wished with all he had that rescue would see Gave back into his arms.

We’ll see, Grandpa.

The resulting silence lulled Chris, relaxing him into the covers that held Gave’s scent. He kept his eyes closed and remembered the soft touches, the lingering kisses, Gave had lavished over him during the past few hours.

Each memory slipped over him, feathering against his skin as he drifted on the edge of sleep.

Come to me, Gave.

A light sigh, sad almost, echoed in Chris’s mind. I’ll be there.

With Gave’s voice soft in his thoughts, Chris fell sleep.

***

A loud clatter jerked Chris awake. He sat bolt upright, panting with the effort to slow his heart. The room was still dark from the snow covering the window but something was stirring on the roof overhead.

Better get in gear, boy.

Chris rarely heard his grandfather’s voice without having reached out to him first. The old man considered it a fact of privacy.

Another loud bang.

Okay. Chris jumped up and headed for the hallway. Pure chaos greeted him when he opened the door. Guests were carrying small bags and filing down the large oak staircase into larger groups in the lobby below. Bellhops were rushing from room to room with flashlights, waking up guests.

One stopped next to him. “Get your snow gear on. Another avalanche is expected soon. Rescue is here and we’re heading to a larger lodge down the mountain.”

Chris nodded and shut the door behind him. He shuffled his way to his room, pulled on his gear, and followed the rest. Despite knowing that Gave had gone outside, Chris peeked at each face he passed for the now familiar features. The ball of disappointment grew with each person that wasn’t his Gave.

He groaned, scrubbing his hands over his face. When had he started thinking of the crazy thrill junkie as his? Gave wasn’t his. That much was obvious or it wouldn’t have been so easy for him to walk away.

Slowly, Chris focused on the directions he was being given. Put on his hat, scarf and gloves. Make sure his boots were laced tight with his pant legs tucked deep inside to keep snow from building up against his skin. Form groups of four, connect with the rappelling rope handed to him.

One cluster of people at a time ducked from the covered lodge. And reality scratched deeper at the hurt tearing Chris apart with the sinking feeling he’d lost Gave before ever really having him.

Don’t give up on me. A feather soft kiss drifted through Chris’s mind. He drew up short, disbelief and a fierce heartbreak ripping at his gut. He knew that whispered voice but still he shook his head. Now I’m imagining things.

“Kringle!” That smooth-as-silk voice poured over Chris as he turned to find the owner, filling him with the impossible hope that had almost died.

Dark hair, anxious hazel eyes and the sweetest smile Chris had ever seen appeared through the crowd. Chris’s vision blurred but he blinked hard to make sure he saw right. “Gave?”

Gave stopped only inches away, his warm breath fanning over Chris’s cheek as he leaned closer yet. “Thought you were gonna get rid of me that easy?”

“For the love of…” Chris covered his mouth with one hand, smoothing the other over Gave’s face.

“Yeah, that’s the idea.”

“C’mon, man. It’s our turn.” A hard tug on Chris’s belt where he was connected to his group pulled him a step away from Gave.

Gave growled as he shot a hand out and undid the carbine clip, releasing Chris from the group. “He’s with me.”

<<TBC>>

Hope you enjoyed the third chapter to my Christmas story….

Don’t stop now though…make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what happens next in their Christmas stories!

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jadebaiser.blogspot.com/

Have a great Monday, y’all…

~Em

Story Orgy Monday: His Holiday, pt 2 (NSFW)

 Happy holiday season, everyone! 

There are a couple of really, really good things this week. First – and oh so important – our first anthology with Breathless Press released on Friday! I am so excited! You can get this latest Story Orgy anthology, titled Word Play, at Breathless PressAmazonBookstrand … and All Romance Ebooks! Whoot!

You will get my Harper’s Discovery, JR’s Off the Beaten Path, Hank’s Wicked Reflection, Havan’s Harlan’s Ryde, and Lee’s The Park at Sunrise. Five great stories (if I do say so myself) that you will love.

 

And as a bonus today we have the sparkling purty new cover to our Holiday Edition And the Prompt Is... created by Startled Monkeys Media (big, big shout out for a great job!)… Soon, very soon, we will be releasing a compilation of the Christmas stories you are reading now. Like before, we will be donating the first ninety days to a charity. This anthology will be given to My Stuff Bags - a very deserving charity that provides children who have removed from abusive homes with their own “stuff” such as toiletries, a blanket, a stuffed animal…things that they can call their own…and help to give them a sense that they will be okay. You’ll be hearing more about them as the release comes nearer.

 

Okay, okay…on to the story, right? *grin* Well, here you go…

HIS HOLIDAY

Chapter Two

Gave watched every move Chris made. Gentle touches, tentative and subtle, indicated Chris’s innocence despite the mysterious phone calls that continued to pull him away from their conversations. Before they moved any further, Gave had to know.

“I’m not a virgin.”

Gave blinked.

Chris’s cheeks flushed a furious shade of red. “Exactly. I’m not exactly a virgin. If that’s what you’re waiting for.”

“What does not exactly mean?” Roadblock one out of the way. Even if it did feel like Chris had picked that thought out of Gave’s head.

“It’s just been a while.”

“Any reason for that?” Oh man, he didn’t need to hook up with someone who had issues. At least, not those kind of issues.

“No one inspired me like that.”

Gave smiled at the deepening blush on Chris’s pale skin. “So, are you…inspired?” Because he sure was. His erection pulsed against the fly of his jeans at the thought of getting Chris alone in one of their rooms.

Chris’s blue eyes darkened to the color of the truest sapphire, almost black in their intensity. “Very.”

“Yours or mine?” Oh, how cliche. But it was the only pertinent question. The only thing that needed an answer right that moment. The rest could wait.

“Yours.” Chris slid off his chair, tossed a twenty on the table and then held his hand out. “Lead the way.”

Gave’s breath caught. The decision was made just like that. His heart pounded as he stood and took Chris’s hand. “Second floor.”

They walked in silence to the wide pine stairs that led to the upper floor. Chris stepped behind him, following up the steps as another couple, a lumberjack of a man and a petite blond woman, passed by them. They stayed that way as others passed by on their way down, some casting covert glances and others winking, but it felt good to have Chris pressed close behind him.

The wide hall was carpeted in a soft yarn rug; handmade from what Gave could tell. “Room 203.”

Chris’s fingers swiped into Gave’s back pocket to snag his key card for the door, setting Gave’s cock throbbing again. God, if it was like this now, it was going to be pure fire when they got skin to skin. “Let me.”

Gave let Chris move in front to unlock the door. Crowding him, Gave pressed against Chris from behind, giving him a taste of his own medicine. The low gasp as Gave’s erection nestled in the dip between Chris’s butt cheeks traveled through Gave’s blood, sending it all rushing to his groin. He nuzzled his lips against Chris’s ear, whispering, “I can’t wait to be inside you. To feel you grip my cock like it’s meant to be there.”

Chris whimpered and leaned back against Gave. The lock clicked as he whipped the card through the reader. Gave turned the knob and pushed Chris through the entry, turning him as the door closed behind them.

“Kiss me.”

The quiet plea roared through Gave and he slid one hand into Chris’s hair, holding the soft strands in a tight grip. He tilted Chris’s head to the left and took his parted lips in a harsh kiss.

Mine.

Chris snapped his hips forward to rub against Gave. Their cocks aligned through the layers of denim and Gave moaned with the contact. He needed this, needed the feel of Chris against him.

Too much.

But not enough. Gave wanted more of the tongue thrusting alongside his. Chris’s hands were busy burrowing under his fleece, sliding over his prickling skin. Gave eased away from the kiss, sucking at Chris’s bottom lip as he gave them room for air. “We’ve got too many clothes on.”

“Yeah.” With a quick tug, Chris pulled Gave’s fleece up his chest.

Gave lifted his arms and ducked out of the shirt. He hissed when Chris latched onto one nipple, sucking it between his teeth. The sharp sting flashed along Gave’s nerves and he dropped his head back as he held Chris’s head in place.

A soft chuckle vibrated against his skin. “Like that?”

Chris flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub and Gave moaned. “God, yes.”

Nimble fingers worked at Gave’s jeans and soon his cock came free of the restriction. Cool skin met his heated flesh and Gave pumped his hips forward into the loose fist Chris created around his erection. Gave’s breathing accelerated to match Chris’s strokes.

He needed air. He needed skin.

“Stop.”

Chris froze. “Am I doing something wrong?”

Gave frowned. “Never. I just…ah…need a minute.”

“Oh. Okay.” Chris released Gave’s cock, the tip kissing lightly off Gave’s exposed stomach. “I see.”

Gave watched the play of disbelief across Chris’s face. He tightened his grip on the back of Chris’s head, turning him to look into his eyes. Somehow this was important. He felt that to his bones. “I don’t think you do.”

Lowering his mouth slowly to meet the sweetest lips he’d ever tasted, Gave kept his gaze locked on Chris’s face. Nervousness furrowed between his brows and gave Chris an adorably lost air. Gave let his eyes drift closed as he sipped at Chris’s mouth, tracing lips, teeth and tongue with slow strokes.

Breaking the kiss to trail down Chris’s neck, Gave explored every inch of smooth skin, loving the scent of spice and mint that mixed together to create a blend that would only ever be Chris. He sucked lightly on Chris’s collarbone, then licked his way down to one nipple. He laved the hard nub with the tip of his tongue, drawing a moan from his lover. “What exactly have you done?”

Chris grunted in response but Gave needed a real answer.

“Tell me.”

“A blow job once, screwed once.”

Something in the shortness rubbed Gave raw. “He wasn’t very careful with you, was he?”

“No.”

Gave walked them toward the bed, easing Chris down to his back, leaving his legs over the edge with his feet on the floor. “Let me.”

“I am.”

Chris’s breathless reply shot through Gave like white lightning. He knelt on the floor between Chris’s feet, running his hands along the tense muscles in Chris’s thighs. “Relax.”

Silence met Gave’s request but, ever so slowly, the tension left his legs. Gave leaned down and pressed a kiss to the inside of one knee, then worked his way up the fluttering muscle to just below Chris’s balls. Breathing lightly across the soft skin, Gave felt the tightening of Chris’s ball sack like it was his own. He dipped his head down a bit, finding that sensitive patch between there and Chris’s hole.

Gave sucked gently as he wrapped his fingers around the hot erection laying against Chris’s belly. He licked his way down to play at Chris’s entrance, matching the stroke of his hand to the flick of his tongue.

Chris writhed on the bed, alternately widening his knees and squeezing them around Gave’s head. He clutched at the blanket as his breathing grew choppy. Gave eased his lips around Chris’s balls, teasing them with soft pulls of suction as he picked up his speed on Chris’s cock.

“Gonna. Oh my gosh.”

Gave pressed one arm across Chris’s hips to keep from hurting himself as he thrashed on the bed. He released the treasure he was playing with and sank down on Chris’s thick erection, driving down until his nose pressed against the sparse hair scattered at the base of his cock. His own cock pulsed once but Gave held on. He wanted to be inside Chris when he came.

Fingers twisted in his hair, pulling Gave off of Chris’s erection as pearly ribbons of come splashed over Chris’s stomach. Chris gave a shout and his hips arched off the bed. He slumped back and fell silent, his hands slipping from Gave’s head. “Oh wow.”

“We’re not done yet, sugar.” Gave stood up and turned Chris over onto his belly, then tucked his knees up under him. Stretching for the bedside table, Gave yanked the drawer open and grabbed the travel sized lube and a condom.

“Plan much?”

“It never pays to unprepared.” Gave rolled the rubber over his erection and let a small stream of lube drizzle into his hand before dropping the small bottle on the bed beside them. He braced his clean hand on the small of Chris’s back and traced his slick fingers over the clutching muscle at Chris’s hole.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Chris bucked his hips back and Gave took advantage of the motion. He pressed a fingertip through the tight ring, stopping when a small keening noise rose from Chris.

“More. Now.”

Gave slid his finger out, then thrust back in, setting a tempo of strokes that matched his earlier rhythm on Chris’s cock. Soon he worked up to two fingers, then three, as Chris rocked back into his touch. Gave leaned over Chris, pressing down on his back. “Want my cock inside you.”

“Yes.”

Gave knew that tortured whisper. Chris was beyond ready. He pulled his fingers from Chris’s body, put another bit of slick over his covered erection, and pressed the head of his cock to Chris’s entrance. “Take a breath and relax.”

Chris pressed his forehead into the mattress, arching his back a hair and Gave slid the first inch inside. The muscles clutching at Gave’s cock were tight and hot, drawing Gave farther in as he pumped his hips slowly. Chris’s breath was heavy, but he reached one hand behind him and pulled a cheek wider.

Gave chuckled. “Want more?”

“Oh yes.” Chris’s voice was hoarse but firm.

Gave smoothed his hands along Chris’s back. Only half of his cock was worked in Chris’s hole but with each half stroke, Chris grew more restless. Gave pulled out until only the tip of his erection remained inside the pretty backside spread wide for him. He held still until Chris mewled in frustration, then he pushed deep, seating his cock completely.

Chris gave a shout and bucked against Gave.

Holding him steady, Gave started short fast strokes, angling until he found that spot that made Chris cry out every time. He pounded against the creamy skin of Chris’s butt and thighs, the pink color rising there thickening his cock inside Chris. “God, that looks hot.” He reached under Chris and fisted his prick. Keeping his hand tight, Gave drilled into Chris. He swept all the emotion away, focusing on the pretty, red skin in front of him. His only goal was getting them both over the edge.

Chris whipped his head back with a shout and cum spilled over Gave’s fingers. The smell of sex hit the air and Gave growled against Chris’s back as he filled the condom with his release. He heaved for breath as they collapsed onto the blanket, still buried in Chris’s body.

“I could get used to this,” Chris sighed.

Chris shifted under him and Gave pushed off to the side, easing his softening cock from its warm home. He remained silent though, unsure what to say to something that was his worst nightmare. Gave could feel the tension returning to Chris’s shoulders but was saved from any questions by the ringing of Chris’s phone.

<<TBC>>

Hope you enjoyed the second chapter to my Christmas story….

Don’t stop now though…make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what happens next in their Christmas stories!

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jadebaiser.blogspot.com/

Have a great Monday, y’all…

~Em

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