Fifteen Years Later (MM)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
Peter Collingswood was a successful businessman. He and his father had built a lucrative empire together. His life was rich with opportunity, and he wanted for almost nothing. Except for one man who had haunted his dreams since a summer night fifteen years ago.
Dex Henry was an uncomplicated man who lived his life simply. His bank account was as modest as they came. Still, despite his lack of money there was nothing that he wished for. Except for the one man he knew he could never have.
When a tragedy in Peter’s family brings him back to Crystal Cove, he finds himself face-to-face with Dex once again. As the spark they once shared reignites neither of them is aware that a threat lurks in the surrounding forest. Will the danger destroy them both? Or will they be able to salvage what they walked away from fifteen years ago?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Taylor Brooks is a Siren-exclusive author.
- donna b buccella
4 COCKTAILS: "This was a good one. Short, sweet, and to the point, “Fifteen Years Later” tells the story of Peter, a wealthy businessman who’s come to the family getaway home on a private island, and Dex, the owner of a local general store. The two have a bit of a history. Fifteen years ago (thus the title), when they were young, they had an encounter on the beach that neither has forgotten. Peter and Dex were obviously meant to be together. They’ve pined for each other for all these years, and they fall back into a comfortable, but exciting life. What I really enjoyed about this book was that, not only was there some great romance and hot sex, there was some mystery, and some violent intrigue. Even though it was quite short, the whole story fit together very well. The characters were pretty well fleshed out, and even the background characters were good…just involved enough to give some background, but not so much that they were overpowering. If M/M romance is your thing, this is a great book to check out. As I said, it’s not very long. You can read it in one sitting and feel satisfied. Taylor Brooks is a favorite of mine when it comes to manlove. She never fails to deliver for me, and I will recommend her books to anyone who asks." -- Kenna, Cocktails and Books
Peter stared at Dex in utter disbelief. So much time had passed since that humid August night that in some ways he wondered if it had even been a memory or just a fantasy that he’d conjured up in his mind.
The man standing before him didn’t have the young face that he remembered. The years had changed him as he grew older, but aging had been good to him. His wavy brown hair looked disheveled and the remnants from his ball cap left an impression. His green eyes seemed darker, maybe even wiser. Yet somehow, despite the time that stretched between now and their last meeting, it was all rushing back to Peter in one flood of memories and emotions.
Dex was the first to break the silence. “One of us really should say something.”
Peter looked down in embarrassment. He hadn’t meant to stare, but he couldn’t quite help himself. It was hard to believe he was actually standing here in the same room only feet away from him. Over the years he had compared so many lovers to Dex. For being a first-timer, the man sure as hell knew what he had been doing.
“Look, if this is a mistake I can just leave. No hard feelings,” Dex told him.
“No.” Peter shook his head. “I’m sorry. I’m just surprised. I haven’t seen you since we…well, you know.”
“Had sex? Yeah, I know.”
Peter was stunned by his bluntness. He wasn’t being rude, but he wasn’t exactly tiptoeing around the subject either. His need to take control and un-frazzle his nerves took center stage. He could handle a lot of things, but feeling vulnerable wasn’t one that he particularly enjoyed.
“Food!” he blurted out.
“You said you were hungry. I’m starved. Let’s see what the Henrys…err…I mean, your parents brought.”
Peter looked in the fridge and found the fixings for anything from sandwiches to hamburgers. Not wanting to attempt to fire up the grill in the dark, or make a sandwich with his shaky hands, he opened the freezer to see what was there. There were frozen dinners of various types, including a few frozen pizzas.
“We have pizza? Supreme, it looks like,” Peter offered.
“Sounds good to me. That was actually what I was gonna have anyway. You got some beers in that fridge and you got yourself a deal.”
Peter opened the refrigerator once more and spotted some beers on the top shelf. “I have beers.”
“Great.” Dex pulled out the chair to the kitchen table and sat down. “I’ll just wait here then.”
Peter watched him. His demeanor was different than it had been all those years ago. He no longer seemed unsure of himself. Silently Peter chided himself for being so foolish. It was obvious that fifteen years had changed the man. He seemed more confident and less intimidated. Their roles had apparently been reversed as Peter now felt like the inexperienced one.
“Mind grabbing me a beer after you get the pizza started? I’ll be out on the porch waiting for you.”
“Sure,” Peter answered, doing his best to not read too much into the ‘waiting for him’ portion of Dex’s statement.
A few minutes later Peter had settled some of his frazzled nerves and started the pizza. He grabbed a couple of beers and headed outside. He made a point to remind himself that Dex had been the one man that he’d had difficulty reading in the past. He couldn’t ignore the possibility that his new confidence and demeanor would make it that much harder for Peter to get a bearing on where they might be heading, if anywhere. He needed to at least attempt to play it cool. He wasn’t sure he’d ever met someone who had turned him on quite in the same way as Dex had.
“You just going to stand there all night holding those beers? Or are you gonna offer me one?”
“Oh, sorry. Here.” Peter walked the rest of the way outside and the short distance to where Dex sat and handed him one.
Peter could feel Dex’s eyes on him, watching his every move as he strode past him to the other chair. He remembered what a gorgeous ass Dex had, and hoped as all hell his venture into thirtiesville had done him well in the same area.
Men his age had it one of two ways. A flat ass that looked like a board was stuck in the back of their pants, or a fat tub of goop that sat where a formerly normal-looking fine ass had once sat. He didn’t exercise often, but he did his best to eat right and stay healthy. How often did he look at his ass though? He rarely paid any attention to it other than to sit it on top of a toilet. He hadn’t had a lover in well over a year. And for the love of God, why could he feel Dex’s eyes burning a hole right through his pants? Damn near flames were singeing his skin.
He sat down in the chair and tried his best to hide the blush that had formed. What in the hell was the matter with him? It wasn’t like he was that same teenager back on that beach. He was a grown man for crying out loud. The answer to his question lay within that very fact. He was no longer a teenager, but he remembered all too well being one. That hot summer night he had spent with Dex had long since gone down in his personal record books for the best he’d ever had.
“Not very talkative, huh?” Dex asked before taking a swig of his beer.
“Sorry. I’m not trying to be rude. The truth is, I guess I’m sort of nervous.”
“You don’t say.”
The simple gesture was driving Peter insane. There was an intensity to this man that defied logic and reason. Just as he might have stuck his finger in a light socket, the slight touch from Dex made his body tingle in the most exciting of ways.
“I don’t…know what to say. I never expected to run into you again. I sometimes even wondered if I made you up.”
“Made me up? What do you mean?”
“Like…I don’t know. Like you were a fantasy or something. When I woke up the next morning you were gone. I’d been drinking. A lot. I just didn’t know if I’d imagined the whole thing, or if you were real.”
“Oh, babe. I am real.” Dex tilted his head to the side and leaned in. “And what we did that night was definitely real.”
Dex took Peter’s face in his hands and held him still. His heart was beating so fast that he could hardly believe it wasn’t pounding through his chest. That night it had been up to Peter to make the first move. Times sure had changed. As he stood there nervously, Dex was the one taking charge. And it was turning him on like crazy.
“I’m sorry. But I’ve been waiting to do this for fifteen years now.”
Dex’s apology came right before crushing his mouth against Peter’s. Just as quick as their lips had touched, Peter felt Dex’s tongue sweep inside and stroke along his. He wrapped his arms around him, grabbing onto him to keep from falling to the ground. His knees felt weak and he considered that he may have been dreaming. His cock quickly argued that point as it began swelling in his trousers.
The memory of Dex’s kiss hadn’t done the man justice. It tasted even better than he remembered. The hot and wet flavor only added to Peter’s thirst. It quenched it, but never quite satisfied him. He wondered if anything could, or if part of the pull with Dex was that nothing would ever be enough.
Dex spun him around and pinned him against the porch post. His body pressed up against Peter’s back and he felt the familiar sensation of Dex’s erection pressed against his ass. Reaching behind and between their bodies, Peter did his best to cop a feel of Dex’s cock. So many years he had wondered what it would be like to have him again. Now that he had the chance, he wasn’t about to stop for anything.
Peter cock was aching to be touched. The memory of their one night together, when Peter had bobbed his head up and down on Dex’s dick, raced through his mind. Those first moments when he brought Dex to climax in mere minutes left him feeling so powerful and in control.
Peter pulled away from the kiss, ignoring grunts of protest from Dex. He laved long kisses and licks along his neck. The night wasn’t hot like it had been that August. The early October weather was cool, but he wouldn’t know it from the feel of Dex’s heated skin.
“Jesus, I want to fuck you so damn bad right now,” Dex whispered.
Peter looked at him and smiled. “The tables sure have turned.”
“Baby, you have no idea.”
The husky tone of Dex’s voice was Peter’s undoing. He never much cared for pretty words or the semantics of romance. He liked his sex raw and primal. That night fifteen years ago had been the first time he’d been so brazen with his thoughts. Hearing Dex do exactly the same thing proved that this was why he’d never been able to forget.
Peter slid down Dex’s body just like he did that moonlit night. He placed kisses along his way until he dropped down to his knees. Looking up he saw the dark intensity of Dex’s eyes. He knew there were depths to this man’s soul that he would probably never reach, but he vowed to have one hell of a time trying to find out exactly what lurked beneath that mysterious surface.
Peter began tugging at Dex’s jeans, unbuttoning and yanking them down along with the boxer briefs he wore. Dex’s cock sprang free from the denim and offered Peter a teasing sight that he hadn’t seen in far too long. A droplet of pre-cum sat just on the tip of the swollen pink head.
Peter licked his lips and opened his mouth. With a hunger he hadn’t felt in a very long time, he closed his lips over Dex’s cock and sucked that moisture up until it drove his taste buds into frenzy.
“Oh, fuck. That’s it…” Dex raked his fingers through Peter’s hair and grasped the back of his head.
Peter couldn’t resist even if Dex was pushing him away. He wanted this, needed this, and wasn’t about to let anything stand in his way. Closing his mouth tight around Dex’s thickness, Peter slid down until his entire cock was in his mouth.
His lips touched the base and met with his balls. He held him there, deep in his throat as he tried to relax his jaw muscles. He remembered all too well how big Dex’s cock was. He might be out of practice, but he had every intention of making sure Dex remembered just how good it could be. He wouldn’t stop until he had Dex begging for more.