[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Contemporary, MM, HEA]
Millionaire Wants Man to Love
Kai Hill’s father has told his six gay sons to find partners within a year. Kai has a million-dollar business, the Hill Corporation, to run. He’s got no time for romance. However when he and Alan Lewis meet while rescuing a teenage girl, Kai starts to think he could make time in his life for a man like Alan.
Christabelle Nelson has been spurned by the father of her child and thrown out of her home by her family. Kai goes walking to burn off his annoyance at his family but he can’t ignore an injured girl. Alan goes jogging at night to relax enough to sleep. Finding an injured teenager isn’t very relaxing, but he can’t ignore her either.
The entire Hill family becomes involved in caring for Christabelle and her child. Meanwhile Kai and Alan finally find a moment to get to know each other and discover they have a multitude of things in common.
Perfectionist Wants Perfect Man to Love
Storm, the second youngest of the six Hill brothers, has worked hard to make everything in his life perfect. If only Cruz Baker were taller, thinner, richer...more like him. He’s attractive and a good attorney, but messy. However, Cruz is determined to teach Storm to relax.
Storm admits Cruz has helped Christabelle Nelson win her court cases against her badly behaved ex-boyfriend, but he doesn’t behave the way Storm needs his perfect partner to act. Life is much better, Storm is sure, if everything is just exactly right, like he orders it.
Cruz wants to demonstrate to Storm that a little disorganization, some relaxation, and even the occasional mess can make life so much more interesting.
Do opposites really attract? Will Storm loosen up enough to even look properly at Cruz? And will Tom Frame go away and leave Chris alone?
Millionaire Wants Man to Love
Kai tugged on the door to ensure it was locked behind him. It was a habit engrained in all of them from their earliest days because every room opened onto the courtyard. Their protection was in the blank walls and heavy entry door, not in anything inside the building.
His parents had been able to buy such a huge plot of land forty years ago because this was on the outskirts of town and on the poorer side. It was by no means a slum, or a dangerous neighborhood, but it wasn’t a good place for people to wander alone at night unless they were alert. Right now, Kai would welcome a few punks trying to remove his wallet. He’d taken off his suit coat and necktie before dinner, but he was still wearing business clothing, and nicer clothing at that, although not Armani or anything showy. He preferred to look middle of the road. It was always much better that people he might have to bid against for a contract underestimated him.
Kai shoved his hands deep in his pants pockets and strode along the sidewalk. Two miles to the park, half a mile around the park, and two miles back home should be enough to rid his body of the adrenaline, let him forget all about his father’s ultimatum, and get his mind focused back on his real life. For example, how to sort out the Standforth contract.
It was a tricky piece of business dealings. He was almost certain they were hiding a problem. That contract didn’t smell right. Oh, it looked like something his company could do, but it also made him wary, and there was no way he was going to sign it unless he was certain there were no hidden traps in it.
Kai was deep in thought as he entered the park and turned left to circumnavigate it. His shoes sounded loud on the concrete, and he was aware that he hadn’t seen anyone else for five minutes at least. It wasn’t that late. Maybe eleven. There would normally have been a few people out jogging or walking their dogs. He stopped thinking about the Standforth contract and paid more attention to his surroundings. He didn’t want to meet a gang of thugs. One thug didn’t bother him. Nor did two. Growing up in a family of six boys had taught him more than he ever needed to know about fighting, both clean and dirty. But he wasn’t stupid, and an entire gang would be sure to pound the shit out of him. He didn’t have time to spend a week in the hospital recovering from broken bones. Did they even have decent Wi-Fi at the local hospital? How would he answer his e-mails?
Up ahead, he noticed the park lights had been smashed, and the trees made everything dark. That definitely doesn’t look good. I’ll turn back.
A female scream cut though the air. “No! Leave me alone!”
He started to run toward her, and from his left, a jogger he hadn’t noticed raced across the park heading for the trees ahead of him. A punk burst out of the shrubbery holding a backpack across his chest, coming straight toward Kai. Kai launched himself forward, surprising the criminal and smashing him down onto the concrete. The punk dropped the backpack and wiggled away from Kai. Kai grabbed the backpack, figuring the woman’s possessions were more important than giving the criminal a punch.
Gripping the backpack, he raced forward and found the jogger bending over a huddled figure pressed against the tree.
“She’s hurt. Call the paramedics.”
“No, no. I don’t have any money. I’ll be fine.”
“She’s bleeding. She’s not fine.” The jogger’s face was pale and worried in the dim light under the trees.
Kai pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. “I’ll pay for you to see a doctor.”
“I can’t pay you back. I don’t want your charity. I’ll be fine.” She swiped a hand across her face, and Kai caught a glimpse of hollow eyes surrounded by black shadows, streaks of blood, and a swollen belly underneath a too-short, too-tight T-shirt.
Fucking hell. She was injured, argumentative, and pregnant.
Then he had a brilliant idea. “Will you let my mother bandage your injuries at least? She’s a retired nurse.”
“I…” Her voice trailed away, and she slumped against the jogger.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Where’s your car? I walked here.”
Alan dropped his hands and gripped Kai’s ass cheeks. They were round but still taut with muscle. Every inch of this man was layered with the sturdy muscles that underscored his powerful personality. Alan wondered if he’d had the aura of power even as a boy or if it had developed once he’d been determined to make his own company a success.
Then Kai slung one heavy leg over Alan’s body and possessed his lips with a breath-stealing kiss that went on and on until he broke away, gasping for air.
Kai dropped down his body, kissing a line down Alan’s sternum, sucking around the rim of his belly button, drifting to the side to lick the join between his torso and his thigh, and stopping inches away from the cock that so eagerly awaited Kai’s mouth.
Well, fuck. Two could play at that game.
Alan wiggled out from under Kai’s leg and flipped himself around, pressing his lips to Kai’s nipple and gently tugging it until it was an extended, hard little nub. He balanced on one elbow, the fingers of his other hand on Kai’s other nipple, tugging and stretching it as he sucked the skin across Kai’s hip, following the line of the muscles there.
Alan dropped face down on Kai’s delightful body as Kai sucked his cock right down his throat, swallowing him all the way and almost bringing him to a climax in that instant.
“What? Didn’t you like that?”
But Kai knew he’d liked it. Kai’s voice was full of laughter at having won their little contest.
“I liked it so much that another two seconds and your mouth would have been full of cum and the party would have been over for the night.”
“Seriously? You can only get it up once a night? You aren’t as old as me, and I’m sure, with you in my bed, I could go twice.”
“I’m thirty-five, and I can’t remember the last time I came twice in a night. Mind you, I can’t remember the last time I had a real boyfriend either. Work’s been all-consuming for the past five, ten years.”
“Sex is a pretty good cure for insomnia, or so I’ve been told. Something to do with producing endorphins. We’ll have to work on your rate of recovery. But for now, you should be good to—”
Alan wasn’t going to listen to a lecture after having his dick almost swallowed whole. He leaned over and rolled both Kai’s balls in the palm of his left hand while using his right hand to feed Kai’s cock into his mouth. It’d been quite a while since he’d deep-throated anyone, and not from this kind of a position either, but he longed to taste Kai, and catching him off-guard was going to be almost impossible from now on.
Alan licked and wet Kai’s shaft, noticing that his balls were tight and drawn up. He was every bit as aroused as Alan was himself. Then he nibbled on the loose flesh along the side of Kai’s erection. That should have distracted him thoroughly. Only then did he open the back of his throat and draw Kai’s cock in deeper and deeper, breathing through his nose and sucking the cock as far as it would go.
“How does it feel from your end?” he asked, his mouth and throat full of dick and the words coming out in a muffled, indistinguishable jumble of sounds.
Kai sucked Alan’s cock deep into his mouth, and there was silence as each of them fought to bring the other one to climax before succumbing himself. Alan knew Kai was very competitive, but he was pretty damn competitive himself. It was just that he’d never been in a competition like this one before.
Deciding the only way to win was to cheat, he let go of Kai’s balls and stroked a wet finger back to Kai’s rosette, teased around the opening, and then slipped it inside, reaching for his prostate gland. His index finger found the hard little ball, and he pinged it just as Kai sucked his cockhead strongly.
Alan groaned and knew he couldn’t hold back any longer, letting Kai’s cock withdraw from his throat as he massaged the hard little love gland one last time.
His mouth filled with cum as his cock jerked and spurted his seed into Kai’s mouth. All he could do was breathe through his climax at first, and then he concentrated on licking and sucking Kai some more.
Kai grabbed his shoulders and hauled him around until his head rested on the pillow beside Kai. “We’re damn good together,” Kai said, kissing Alan.
Alan had Kai’s seed on his lips and tongue, and now Kai’s tongue, coated with his seed, was exploring his mouth. He kissed him back, exchanging their flavors, letting them mingle and join until they pulled apart.
Kai pulled the comforter over them both. “Rest with me a while.”
Perfectionist Wants Perfect Man to Love
All through their time in the courtroom, Storm had found his gaze wandering back to Cruz. He was here to support Chris, not to listen to her attorney, but in court, Cruz was strong, powerful, and smart. He looked imposing and attractive in his charcoal suit. There was something about the outfit that turned Cruz into a very handsome man. Normally he wasn’t particularly tall, and he definitely needed to lose ten pounds off his waistline—maybe even twenty pounds—but right now, he was eye-catching, and no one could ignore him. Especially not Storm.
Storm wondered if part of his lack of willingness to get closer to Cruz was that Cruz had the same coloring as himself, medium-brown hair and brown eyes, not golden blond hair like Storm’s stunningly good-looking brother, Jude, or shaggy black hair that screamed “bad boy” like his brother Atticus.
Even his eyes were boringly average rather than bright blue like his mother’s or piercingly black like his father’s. Storm might have missed out on all the best genetics, being the fifth of six sons in the family, but he made certain his life was as perfect inside those confines as he could arrange it. He would never eat a second slice of cake and risk it giving him a potbelly.
But there was still something about Cruz that called to him even though Cruz had accused him of being in a rut which was completely untrue.
So why do I keep looking at him and thinking about him? What’s wrong with me? He’s not the right man for me. I need someone who’s moving up in his career. Someone like Kai or Alan. Successful men, like me.
“Come on, Storm. It’s time to celebrate,” said Ross, his youngest brother, pushing his shoulder. Storm jumped to his feet and followed his family out of the courtroom.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“Chris. This is your celebration. Where shall we go for lunch?”
“I don’t know.”
“Name somewhere you’ve heard of that you’d like to try out,” suggested Kai, smiling at her.
She was still thin but not as frail as when their mother had taken her under her wing. Chris’s arms and legs were skinny, but the baby was growing well, and Chris’s frame no longer looked as though it wouldn’t be able to support her. One of his brothers had said she looked like she’d swallowed a basketball, and that was true. She wasn’t rounded all over like many pregnant women. She was skinny with a baby stuck out in front. But she was smiling and happy, and it was time to celebrate winning her court case.
Although if Storm ever met Tom in a dark alley, he wasn’t promising not to break his nose or something similar. The man was an asshole not to appreciate Chris.
Chris smiled like a normal teenager, and said, “Can we please go to Dirty Dick’s then? My parents would never let me go there, and Tom refused to take me because he said it was only for boys. Which is a lie because I know girls who’ve been there. Eating there today would be the most amazing thing.”
“Let’s do it.”
“There are enough of us here to protect you and Mom.”
Storm wasn’t really pleased with his brothers agreeing so easily. Dirty Dick’s wasn’t R-rated or anything, but it encouraged loud behavior. Everyone sat at enormously long benches and wore paper bibs around their necks as they ate ribs and fries with their fingers.
Storm could see himself having to take the suit he was wearing to the dry cleaners immediately after lunch.
But then, this was Christabelle’s day. She deserved to do whatever she wanted to. Soon enough she was going to become an adult with a child to care for, instead of picking out a prom dress or whatever girls her age usually did. Besides, this sounded like her way of raising her middle finger to that asshole, Tom, and he wholeheartedly approved of her doing that.
They all gathered around the end of one long bench, his two parents, five brothers, Kai’s lover, Alan, and beside Chris, Cruz, her lawyer and Sawyer’s colleague. Not the man he was interested in. He absolutely was not interested in anyone who drove a beat-up Ford. The only man he would ever be interested in was one just like him. Organized. Neat, controlled, with his eyes on the main focus of life, the goals he planned to achieve.
While they waited for their ribs and fries to be brought to them, they drank light beer out of tankards, except for Chris, who was not only pregnant but also underage, and Cruz, who never drank during business hours.
“I thought long, boozy lunches were the mainstay of an attorney’s life,” he teased, grinning at Sawyer, who was drinking his beer.
“I wish. Most days it’s a burger as I walk back to my office from court,” complained Sawyer.
“Or a brown bag lunch brought from home,” added Cruz.
“What made you decide not to drink during the day, Cruz?” asked Alan, proving once again that he was damn smart and a good match for Kai, Storm’s bossy millionaire oldest brother.
“People tend to underestimate me,” he said, looking right at Storm. “I’m not rich like Kai, or handsome like Jude, or driven like Storm. I’m just me. But I like to think that during the working day every brain cell is alert enough to help me make decisions.”
I’m not driven! I’m just determined to keep progressing up the career ladder as fast as possible.
But maybe I have underestimated him. He certainly won Chris’s case without ever appearing to break a sweat.
Storm started eating his ribs, with his fingers, while thinking over what he knew about Cruz, instead of joining in the loud banter around the table.
Cruz followed Storm into the bathroom and checked the size of the shower. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t tiny either. There was enough space for the kind of thoughts that were making his cock stand up already. Of course, simply seeing Storm’s amazing naked body would make a corpse rise, and Cruz was very definitely still alive.
Cruz turned the water on and waited while it warmed up. It didn’t take long. “Join me,” he said.
“I…We… I mean I need to change the sheets on the bed.”
“The bed can wait. I can’t.”
Storm’s face was a picture of him trying to decide between his desire to join Cruz, and need to make his bed perfect once more. Cruz held out his arm and waited. Storm stepped into the tub with him, and Cruz pulled the shower curtain around them. He pushed Storm against the wall and turned the showerhead so water sprayed all over him then turned it back to the center and grabbed the bottle of shower gel sitting on a little ledge by the faucet.
He filled his hands with gel and rubbed the foam over Storm’s chest, belly, and thighs. He rinsed his hands and filled his palm with more gel. “Turn around.”
Without saying a word, Storm did, and Cruz washed his back and his ass. Then he moved the showerhead again, washing the foam off Storm and tapped his arm to turn him around. Once Storm’s front was rinsed clean, Cruz dropped to his knees and sucked Storm’s cock deep into his mouth.
Ever since he’d seen that foreskin, he’d longed to taste Storm’s cock. Well, he’d wanted to taste him for weeks, but seeing he was uncircumcised had just turned that idle thought into a driving need.
Cruz rolled Storm’s foreskin up and down with his tongue, licking over Storm’s cockhead and then hiding it inside its protective skin before rolling the skin down and sucking him again and again and again.
Storm gripped his shoulders, each of his fingernails pressing into Cruz’s skin to exactly the same depth. Crux knew he was going to have ten perfectly identical indentations in his shoulders. He was certain Storm had his fingers manicured, and very likely his toes as well, but he wasn’t going to take the time to look or ask right now. Not with a delightful cock to suck front and center.
Cruz dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit of Storm’s cock, tasting his pre-cum. Oh yes. Storm was enjoying this as much as he was. He held on to Storm’s thighs, keeping them exactly where he wanted them as he sucked Storm’s cock all the way down the back of his throat.
“Ah fuck. Yes,” murmured Storm.
Cruz smiled around the huge cock in his mouth, let it out a little way, dragging his teeth lightly up the shaft, and then sucked hard on the head. He wiggled a little closer to Storm, wrapping an arm around Storm’s thighs to hold himself steady, and then he carefully swallowed Storm’s cock all the way down his throat. “You like?” he asked, knowing Storm probably wouldn’t be able to understand the question, but he would undoubtedly enjoy the vibrations of the words against his shaft.
Cruz didn’t know if Storm was answering the question or expressing an opinion, but the mouthful of cum was the correct answer anyway.
He let Storm’s cock out, sucking all the time, and then licked over the head before standing up and whispering, “Taste yourself on my tongue,” and then driving his tongue into Storm’s mouth.
Storm shook in his arms, kissing him back with all the passion Cruz could ever wish for before they leaned together against the wall, panting.
“Now that’s the proper way to shower.”
“We haven’t quite finished,” said Storm, wrapping his hand around Cruz’s heavy, needy dick and fisting it fast and hard.
Cruz closed his eyes and delighted in the sensations as Storm used two hands to bring him to a quick climax. The man had all the skills, adding tiny little tugs and twists to his grip so that Cruz exploded with breathtaking speed.
“Damn, you’re good,” he whispered, then kissed Storm.