Following the difficult trials leading to their newfound relationship, Tristan and Joshua thought things would get easier. They had fought their dark pasts together, and made a vow to never allow them to control their lives again.Now a whole new kind of complication has arrived to test their loyalty and trust. A sexy complication in the form of Logan Mclean.
Lust, lies and emotions run rampant as the Scottish businessman wedges himself between the lovers. Have Tristan and Joshua truly laid the ghosts of their pasts to rest, or will they allow another’s desires to ruin everything? For in this ever growing world of emotion, one step can lead to either complete happiness, or an ultimate betrayal.
It had been over two weeks since Tristan Bailey had flown down to Ohio to retrieve his man. A fortnight spent in his arms, naked and sweating. Joshua was insatiable. He left Tristan weak and breathless each and every time they had sex. The man knew how to make him beg, groan and cry out in pleasure. Joshua Malone was a demon, his wicked mouth, talented hands, and beautiful cock all used to fry Tristan’s brain cells and turn him into a needy puddle of lust. Damn, the things that man had done to him. Half of it should be illegal, yet Tristan could not get enough! Joshua was an addiction.
Why, just this morning the sexy bastard had introduced him to his brand-new favorite game, “Dirty Would-You-Rather.” Who knew that depraving a childhood game could be so much fun? Each question asked had led to some serious admissions of dark fantasies, which led to hot and heavy fondling, which eventually led to a few rounds of who-can-fuck-the-hardest! Tristan groaned internally at the memory of Joshua bent over the edge of the bed, pert ass in the air as he fisted the lush rug, desperately trying to keep himself steady as Tristan fucked that gorgeously tight ass of his.
“Mr. Bailey?” Skye’s sugary voice pulled him from his sordid thoughts. The expression on her beautiful face telling him she was not amused. “What do you think about Mr. Mclean’s proposal?” She motioned across the table with her eyes, the threat of a slow death in them obvious. What was she so annoyed about?
With a frown, Tristan turned back toward the man in question. He was staring at him with an amused glint in his eyes. “Are ye back with us, Tristan?” The rough Scottish brogue went straight to his groin, stirring emotions in him that Tristan easily ignored. The guy was good-looking. Tall, dark and mysterious with wavy chestnut hair and green eyes. He had broad shoulders and a tight body which was emphasized by the cut of his grey suit, the wry smirk on his luscious lips alluring. Normally Tristan would have been all about seducing the gorgeous Scot, but now that he had Joshua, all else paled in comparison. Joshua owned him, body and soul, and Tristan would never do anything to jeopardize that, so Logan’s sex appeal dropped from a ten to non-existent.
“Forgive me. I think I returned to work too soon following my accident.” Rubbing the nape of his neck Tristan glanced from Logan to Skye, offering the latter an apologetic smile. Damn, he really needed to get his head in the game. How many more times today did he have to space out before his lovely assistant slapped him, hard? Glancing at Mclean, he smirked arrogantly. “Do you mind if we reschedule?” Skye rolled her eyes knowingly, but nodded as she began to pack away her notes.
Logan, however, looked less pleased. “Ye know I’ve tae be back home in two days’ time. After that, you’d be coming tae Arran tae see me.” He arched one dark brow, his thickly-lashed eyes never leaving Tristan’s face as he waited on a reply.
Fucking hell, he forgot all about Logan’s time restraint on this business trip. The man told them repeatedly that the deal would need to be carried out quickly, as he needed to return home as soon as possible. Asking him to remain another day was rude, but Tristan couldn’t seem to make himself care. He was selfish where Joshua was concerned, and as a businessman, Logan should be used to these kinds of delays.
“How about the same time tomorrow? I promise to have you at the airport on time.” Tristan prayed the Scot would agree, for there was no way in hell he was going to leave Joshua’s side for any length of time to go to Arran. Just being at the fucking office was murder.
Logan eyed him for a long, uncomfortable minute, those murky green eyes scanned his face for something, but Tristan didn’t know what. “Will the celebratory meal continue as planned tonight?”
Tristan nodded once. He had totally forgotten about that damn meal. There would be no delaying that, so hopefully Joshua would be free to attend with him.
“Okay, same time tomorrow, then. You’d better be here and ready tae do this, Bailey. See you later tonight.” Without another word, he stood and walked from the room, his silent assistant tight on his heels.
Heaving a sigh, Tristan sank back into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. What was wrong with him? There was nothing stopping them from signing the contracts now. Except his libido, that is.
But it was too late, the doors had closed and the two men were boarding the elevator. “Fuck’s sake! What is wrong with me?” Groaning, Tristan collapsed back into his chair. He was just waiting on Skye to give him an earful, but it didn’t come. Prying one eye open cautiously, he chanced her wrath. Yet, instead of the harpy he feared seeing, he found himself frowning at the smile curving her black-painted lips. “Ah, to be in love. How does it feel, boss man?”
Tristan closed his eyes again, ignoring her and earning a smack to the forehead. “Hey! That’s classed as abuse in the workplace. A sackable offense, I may add, Miss Thompson,” he drawled as he fixed his eyes on his assistant. It didn’t faze her in the slightest, however.
“What-to-the-ever, old man, now spill. Tell me all about your sexy soldier.” Tristan chuckled at her outburst as he sat up straighter, a fond smile curving his lips as thoughts of his Joshua drifted through his mind. “Where to start?”
©Amara Lebel. Siren Publishing, Ltd. 2014.
Joshua sighed contently as he held him tight. “Damn, T, I have missed you.” At those words, Tristan fused their mouths together in a hard kiss. It was almost desperate. All he wanted to do was feel, taste, and smell his lover. He wanted to drown in the man he loved and forget everything else that had happened over the past few days. Tristan never wanted to think of Logan ever again, especially now that he was back where he belonged, in Joshua’s arms.
As if sensing his thoughts, Joshua held him tighter, deepening their kiss as he walked them backwards into the sitting room. Tristan went willingly, stumbling over whatever was on the floor until the backs of his legs hit the couch. Not once did they break their kiss as they took the time to relearn each other’s bodies, peeling away clothing to caress smooth, warm flesh.
Tristan groaned into his lover’s mouth, their tongues duelling for supremacy as the kiss became more heated. It felt divine, a balm that soothed his anxious mind. He never wanted to keep anything from Joshua, yet he feared losing him over what had happened between him and Mclean. Considering his past, it would be difficult for his man to think on anything else, and that was something Tristan could never fault him for. He should stop this and tell him the truth, yet he was a selfish bastard, and as Joshua tugged him tighter into his embrace, Tristan pushed those horrid thoughts aside and lost himself in sensation. Kissing his lover fiercely, he groaned and gasped, their teeth clashing as they devoured each other. He wanted to taste every inch of this man before him, and would have done so if Joshua had not broken the kiss to drop to his knees.
Tristan watched on bated breath as his zipper was lowered to release his stiff rod, his shaft clasped gently in a sure grip. He loved it when Joshua treated him to one of his amazing blowjobs, but right now, all he could think about was either being buried balls-deep within his man’s tight ass, or vice versa.
“Damn, baby, no! I just want—”
His words died in his throat as the hot cavern of Joshua’s mouth engulfed his cock completely, his lust-fogged mind urging him to relax and enjoy. Tristan grunted, reaching for his lover’s head as he began a slow roll of his hips. “So good, Joshua! Always so damn—”
Pleasure shot through his shaft and balls as blunt teeth caught the swollen head of his cock teasingly. Glancing down at his man, he smirked at the challenging glint in his blue eyes. “You are so fucking hot, baby. I love seeing your greedy lips wrapped around my cock.” At his husked words, Joshua sucked hard, his lover’s cheeks hollowing as he did so. “Dammit!”
Joshua teased him with that wicked tongue, massaging the underside of his shaft before pulling back completely. Tristan was about to voice a complaint when the base of his cock was gripped hard. Joshua smirked up at him, stroking his throbbing rod before sucking one of his balls into his talented mouth. The way he worked him had Tristan thrusting forward harder than before, the ruddy head of his cock caressing his man’s cheek.
“You always taste so damn good, T,” Joshua purred in that sexy, deep voice of his as he once again took Tristan into his mouth. It felt amazing, the slick glide of his lover’s hot lips and tongue as he suckled gently, his deft fingers reaching up to squeeze and massage Tristan’s damp sac before easing down to probe his puckered hole. It was too much.
“Ah, fuck, baby. Don’t tease me.” On a groan, Tristan arched backward against those eager fingers, tightening his grip on Joshua’s hair as the tip of one finger breached his ass. Panting hard, he let his head roll back against his shoulder, his body heating as his man continued to lave and suck his hard cock. He couldn’t take any more. If he didn’t stop it now, he would come in that welcoming mouth.
“Baby, please, I can’t—” Tristan grunted as blunt teeth scraped the underside of his shaft once more, sending a shudder throughout his entire body. “Fucking hell!”
Grabbing his man’s shoulders, he pulled him to his feet and captured his lips in a fierce kiss. Joshua chuckled against his mouth, his large hands trailing up Tristan’s back to cup the nape of his neck possessively. Taking control once more, he spun Tristan around, then pushed him forward to kneel on the arm of the couch.
“I’m going to drive you wild before giving you what you want, T. I’m going to fucking savor you.” Joshua’s voice grew thicker with every lust-coated word he spoke, his warm, callused hands caressing Tristan’s naked back and ass as he parted his cheeks slowly. Anticipation had Tristan mewling like a horny housewife as he waited for what he knew was coming next, and on the initial contact of his man’s hot tongue on his puckered hole, he jerked off his perch on the couch.
Joshua growled low in his throat as he gripped Tristan’s hips hard and forced him back into position, his tongue delving deep instantly. Tristan cried out, fisting the couch cushions as his lover kept his word and drove him insane. He fucked him with fingers and tongue, stroking his shaft in the same languorous rhythm, making him ache deliciously.
“Joshua, please…I’m going to…fuck, baby, I need to come.” Was that pleading voice really his own? Tristan was surprised at how needy and desperate he sounded. He would never have allowed anyone to do this to him in the past, never would have given up control so easily. Yet this was Joshua, the only person to have ever reduced him to this, and it made Tristan love the gorgeous, sensual man all the more.
©Amara Lebel. Siren Publishing, Ltd. 2014.Book 1 (The Unrequited Trilogy)
Tristan Bailey is a man who never takes no for an answer in anything he does or wants. Life treats him good as the CEO of his own airline, and one of New York's finest bachelors. Men and women alike fall at his feet, the world opens to him without complaint. There isn't much he desires. Until he lays eyes on Joshua, that is.
Death has become a living nightmare for Joshua Malone. No matter what he does, a past riveted with pain and destruction follows him and forces him to make life decisions he would rather not. Josh never wanted to be reminded of the heartache that loving someone could bring, but he finds himself struggling to deny Tristan's advances.
Two different worlds collide in a heated meeting of longing and lust. Can the inner fears of one be laid to rest by the newfound love for the other, or will they both be denied?
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