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Prince Kendrick and the Coach (MM)

Royal Mates, Love's Diamond 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 81,982
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[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, HEA]

Roger Newcomb has had his fill of men who don’t want a committed relationship. He wants one man to love and have a family with. It seems that he is alone in his quest for true love.

Prince Kendrick Sorenson knew that Roger was his aheri from the moment their eyes met and their souls connected. Roger is the perfect mate for him. But Kendrick is a broken man who cannot give Roger the future he deserves or the family he desires.

Spending time with Kendrick has torn down all of Roger’s barriers. He knows nothing about Kendrick’s royal lineage or that the men of Sanzel can have babies. All he knows is, this strong soldier belongs to him. Kendrick insists that there will be no kids in their future and leaves, making Roger decide to move on to a new life in Colorado. It will take more than magic to make things right. It will take a miracle.

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5 HEARTS: "This is book four in this series and they should be read in order. Not only will it help you understand what is going on but also it will give you an insight into each character. You will fall in love with each person in these amazing books. Lyssa has a wonderful gift that I hope she will always keep on writing. I love Kendrick and Roger. They have both been hurt maybe not physically but mentally and emotionally. Roger has a way with children and in his entire life. He has always wanted children in his life. However the men that he had dated never wanted children or just wasn’t what he wanted as a life partner. He had asked his best friend and she had agreed till one day she shows up and tells him that she has met a wonderful man and was already pregnant. He felt so much sorrow in his heart that he was losing again. Thinking about adoption might be his only way. That is until he met Kendrick. However, after one fantastic night with him, he finds out that children are not in Kendrick’s future. He didn’t ask the normal questions but felt like giving up. You can tell that communication is definitely not in their lives at this point. Kendrick was a Prince from Sanzel. And all men on Sanzel had the ability to become pregnant. However when he was younger his organ’s that could make it where he would be able to have children were damaged. He always knew that he would not be able to have them. That is until two Legari injured him to the point of death. Roger saved him and brought him back. He healed him in more ways than one. He had given him the gift to have a child. It says that it will take more than magic to fix their problems though but a miracle. However, things had gone wrong and it took them both to fix it all. I loved this series and cannot wait to get my hands on the next book. It caught my attention from the start and kept it all the way to the end. I would recommend reading this if you love the paranormal worlds, hot and sexy men, slight arguments, fierce passions, dangers, and excitement." -- Lisa, MM Good Book Reviews

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“Are you well, Roger?” Kendrick asked him gently.

“Yeah, sure,” Roger answered quickly. “Sorry to be rude. It’s nice to meet you.”

He offered his hand and smiled when the large man took his hand gently and shook it slowly. He felt a tingle race up his arm that he couldn’t explain, but he ignored it. Instead, he enjoyed the gentle strength of the guy’s hand. It had been a long time since he had experienced the warmth of another man. The way this man’s large hand surrounded his own was perfect. Roger loved that his hand felt smaller within the stranger’s hold. He had never felt that way before. It made him feel protected somehow. That was certainly something new for him. He was usually the one who took care of and protected everyone else.

Kendrick felt a rush of power coursing through his system as he made the physical connection to the warmth of his aheri’s skin. When Roger pulled his hand from Kendrick’s hold with such determination, pain filled Kendrick’s body. The loss was instant. The fear and anger that touched his heart from his mate’s panic hurt him deeply. He didn’t want to be the cause of anguish for the man who was meant to be his.

“I am sorry, Roger,” Kendrick apologized immediately, taking a careful step back to lessen the anxiety that filled his man. “I did not mean to startle you.”

Roger smiled sadly and shook his head. “No problem,” he mumbled. “It’s my fault, not yours.”

“My name is Kendrick Sorenson,” he introduced himself. “I am from Sanzel.”

“Sanzel? I’ve never heard of it,” Roger answered as if on autopilot, doing his best to push aside the thoughts that made him ache. “Nice to meet you.”

This guy had no idea Roger found him attractive. He had no idea that Roger pictured doing incredibly delicious things to his body. Wiping his hands across his face, he did his best to calm his nerves. Talking to Lena and finding out that his dream of having a family had been destroyed had thrown him. He needed to go home and process it. Meeting this man right now was only adding to his stress. It was also filling him with guilt. He couldn’t treat the guy with disrespect or rudeness. It wasn’t Kendrick’s fault that everything in Roger’s life had gone to shit.

“Roger Newcomb,” he said finally as he looked at the man. Kendrick. That was a nice name.

Calm down, boy. Focus.

He looked at Kendrick and smiled, doing his best to push aside his sadness that the conversation he had just had with Lena had caused him. “I guess you already knew that, huh?”

“I have watched you and your friends play baseball every week,” Kendrick admitted. “I heard them call out your name and remembered it.”

Roger nodded. He was having a difficult time keeping his mind on the conversation. Even though this man was gorgeous, built like a linebacker, and had the sexiest deep voice he had ever heard, Roger couldn’t let go of his sadness.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not really up to conversation right now,” he apologized. Sitting back down on the bottom seat of the bleachers, he sighed as exhaustion filled him.

Sitting down beside Roger, Kendrick was careful not to crowd him. Reaching out tentatively, he took Roger’s hand in his and held it gently. He saw the way Roger tensed and looked at him in surprise, but he did not relinquish his cautious hold on the handsome man.

“You are upset,” Kendrick said gently. “Mayhap there is something I can do to help.”

“Why would you want to help me?” Roger asked him warily. “You don’t even know me.”

“No. I do not,” Kendrick admitted, smiling. “But I would like to know you, Roger. I think that we may have a connection that I would like to explore further.”

Roger attempted to pull his hand free from Kendrick’s gentle hold. He didn’t want to feel the warmth of Kendrick’s hand. He didn’t want to feel the tug of emotions that having this man next to him and touching him was drawing from him. He couldn’t allow himself to feel anymore. He hurt too much.

Kendrick’s slight tightening of his hand gave Roger a moment of worry. Carefully but firmly pulling his hand free, Roger stood and walked over to where his gym bag and the equipment bag rested on the ground next to the dugout bench. He bent down to heft it up onto his shoulder, steadying the assortment of baseball equipment within it. Turning to face Kendrick, he smiled briefly and nodded his head.

“I’ve got to get going,” he told him, his voice clipped and hard. “Nice to meet you.”

Kendrick stood, starting to walk toward him before realizing that he had to give Roger the space that he obviously needed. Kendrick could not force the bonding. Doing his best to control himself, he stopped and made the effort to take a step away from Roger. He wanted to reach out and grab for the man’s shoulders and draw him back so he could embrace him. He could feel the sadness rolling off of his aheri. He wanted to hold Roger and make him understand that he would do everything within his power so that Roger would not feel sadness any longer.

They were meant to be together. They were meant to create a future together—one that was filled with joy and laughter. But he could not act on his impulses. It would not be fair to this kind man. He chastised himself for even thinking that he should try to initiate or further the bonding. It was wrong of him to do so. It was unfair of him to expect Roger to give up the hope of a future that Kendrick could not possibly provide for him.

He wanted to grab hold of Roger Newcomb and hold him tightly within his arms. Instead, he fisted his hands by his sides and stayed where he was standing in the sand before the wooden bleachers.

He watched with great frustration as his destined mate walked away from him.




Leaning forward, he gripped Kendrick’s cock and held it still while he kissed the tip before opening his mouth and slowly sliding the thickness of him into his mouth. Licking at the underside of his shaft, he hummed lightly as he heard the gasp that left Kendrick. He pressed as far down Kendrick’s shaft as possible, swallowing to take him deep before pulling back and releasing him with a loud slurp.

“You’re going to have to take your time with me, honey,” he said, smiling up at Kendrick as he rubbed his face along the silky hardness of his shaft.

“I will be very careful,” Kendrick promised. “I will love you with tenderness. You are my gift.”

He reached down and slowly traced Roger’s jaw, seeing the way his eyes softened as he looked up at him. Was this man not used to tenderness? He would show Roger every day that they were lucky to have together that he was a worthy mate to be treasured.

“Come here, my heart,” he whispered, leaning down to take Roger’s hand and draw him up to stand before him. “Remove your clothes.”

Roger smiled and did as he was told. He didn’t even think to deny Kendrick’s demand. His deep voice sent shivers through him. He was going to enjoy spending time with this man. Everything about Kendrick pushed all of his buttons.

Reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants, he pushed them down his legs, bringing his black boxer briefs with them. Standing, he watched Kendrick’s eyes as he looked at his cock and smiled. He may not be as long or as thick as Kendrick was, but he was no slouch in the size department.

“Not disappointed, are you?” he asked Kendrick softly, gasping as Kendrick reached out and took gentle hold of his shaft.

“You are perfect,” Kendrick whispered. “You will feel perfect inside of me.”

“You’re serious about that?”

“Of course, my heart,” Kendrick said softly. “We will have many years ahead of us sharing and making love. I will love taking you as I will love you taking me.”

Roger pressed against him, taking his mouth in a scorching kiss. He had found few men over the years that were willing to switch positions. To know that Kendrick was not only willing, he was looking forward to it, made his cock bounce in anticipation.

“Get on the damn bed,” Roger said, excitement filling him as he thought about loving Kendrick’s body. “I need you inside of me, now.”

Kendrick laughed softly, quickly stepping out of his boots and reaching down to tug off his jeans and socks. He reached out and took hold of Roger’s hand, leading him to the large bed. He waited patiently while his aheri slipped out of his pants. Looking at the man, he wondered how it was possible for everything about him to be so incredibly beautiful. Even his feet.

“Enjoying what you’re looking at?” Roger teased him, laughing softly when Kendrick’s head snapped up and their eyes met.

“Yes,” Kendrick whispered.

All teasing and humor left Roger as he saw the intense look that Kendrick gave him. He felt completely raw and exposed. He saw the need in the man’s eyes. He also saw the appreciation and the desire.

“If you keep looking at me like that, Kendrick, you’re going to make me think that you really want to claim me,” Roger said softly, almost afraid to put into words what he truly wanted. He wanted a man who respected him, enjoyed him, and desired him. It looked as if Kendrick did all of those things. It was frightening.

Kendrick gathered him in his arms, pulling him close and hugging him tightly. When Roger felt the way Kendrick was gently caressing his back, he was overwhelmed with the tenderness of the man. This man was not one who would use him. He was a man who would cherish him.

Pulling away, he looked up at Kendrick and smiled softly. “You make me feel good, honey,” he told him softly.

Kendrick’s smile was immediate. He loved Roger’s words. Being called by such a tender expression that was used for lovers made him happy.

“Roger,” he whispered. “I need you.”

Roger smiled. “Good thing, because I seem to need you, too,” he said, laughing softly. “Lie down, honey. I’ll get the condom and lube.”


“Kendrick, there’s no way I would chance any intimacy without one,” Roger told him, leaning forward and taking a quick kiss from him.

Kendrick nodded. It didn’t matter what Roger asked of him. Whatever he wanted, Kendrick was going to be sure to give it to him. Roger was his aheri. He was his heart.

“I will do whatever you ask of me,” Kendrick promised. “I ask that you place the condom on me, for I have never worn one.”

“Never? Kendrick, that’s not safe,” Roger said worriedly.

“I have not been intimate with anyone in a very long time, my heart,” Kendrick told him softly. “I could not be with someone whose soul did not call to mine.”

Roger walked over to the bedside table, pulling open the drawer so forcefully, it went flying and hit the floor. Bending down, he picked up the bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.

“Kendrick, you need to lie down right now so I can put this condom on,” Roger said, his voice nearly growling as his desire for this man filled him.

Kendrick sat back onto the bed, lying down and getting comfortable as he settled himself on the stack of pillows beneath his head. He watched in fascination as Roger tore a small packet off the long strip and clenched it between his teeth. It would have been funny to see the way the packet hung from his mouth if he had not seen the intense look of need that flashed within Roger’s gentle eyes.

A moan left him as Roger took hold of his shaft and pulled up on it firmly. He knew that if his aheri continued to stroke him in that manner, he was going to lose control and spew his seed before he even had the privilege of entering his mate’s body.

“Be careful, my heart,” he warned him through clenched teeth. “I will not be able to remain in control if you keep touching me in that manner.”

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