Hot Mess 6 (MM)

Hot Mess 6

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Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 55,919
29 Ratings (4.9)

[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Alternative Contemporary Romance, MM, HEA]

Lany: I just wanted to help my Mom out with the Children's Fall Festival. I had no idea I'd be dragged into a mess that would change my entire world. Learning that children in foster care were being abused, and determined to stop it, I jumped in feet first. I just had to stay alive long enough for Sal to rescue me.

Salvador: I loved Lany to the depths of my soul, but the messes he got into made me want to wrap my fingers around his pretty little neck. This last one might be the top of the list. When Lany is taken to stop me from investigating a child slavery ring, I have to step outside the boundaries of the law I work so hard to uphold, but it might be the only way to keep Lany alive.

Stormy Glenn is a Siren-exclusive author.

Hot Mess 6 (MM)
29 Ratings (4.9)

Hot Mess 6 (MM)

Hot Mess 6

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 55,919
29 Ratings (4.9)
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I love the series, I have read them multiple times. This book is special, it touches the heart in a unique way and it makes you laugh at the same time. I hope that Stormy continues the series and Lany and Sal have more adventures, but for now this is my favorite book in the series.

Another great read from Stormy, I can't wait to see what she does next.I





He was my entire world. My soul-mate. My reason for breathing. He was the moon and the stars and everything in-between. He was the man I planned to spend all of eternity with.

And I wanted to strangle him.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose and swallowed the groan trying to break free. "Explain it to me again."

Because I was sure I hadn't heard correctly.

Lancaster Delvecchio, or Lany as most people called him, sighed heavily. "I was talking to my mom and she was telling me about how the vendor where they usually hold their annual Children's Fall Festival for a bunch of kids in foster care canceled on them at the last minute, so I offered to let her host it here on the estate."

It wasn't so much that the estate couldn't hold a children's festival, because it could. The place was a fortress set on the outskirts of the city. Ten-feet-high stone walls encircled the entire fifteen-acre estate, right to the edge of the river inlet. It would be a great place for a kid's festival.

My headache came from the security nightmare it would entail.

At least it wasn't our anniversary. That was a good three months away. I held out hope that that meant Lany wouldn't be attacked, kidnapped, threatened, shot at, or drive a car.

I'd have to check if elephants were involved.

"What exactly are we talking here?" I asked. "What does a children's festival entail?"

No need to panic until I knew what the plan was.

Then I could panic.

"They have a bunch of activities for kids like sack races, and face painting, and one of those blow-up castle things, and they feed the kids hot dogs or something." Lany shrugged. "I'm not sure what kids eat at those things."

"Have you talked this over with Brant?"

Lany's light brown hair flopped over his forehead as he nodded. "He said he'd have to bring in extra security, but Mom's foundation will pay for it."

Uh huh.

We already lived in a place with more security than Fort Knox, so I had no idea what Brant meant when he said he had to bring in more security.

I envisioned tanks.

"Mom's foundation will take care of everything. Carmine will do the catering and they will set up a pavilion down by the water for everyone with a bunch of picnic tables. The activities will be set up on the lawn on the east side of the house. And there will be someone to help park the cars and stuff."

"What about bathrooms and things like that?"

"I thought we could designate the guest bathroom off the pool house for that." Lany winced. "I love the idea of helping Mother host this thing, but I really don't want a bunch of strangers in the house."

Neither did I.

"Does that make me a bad person?" Lany asked.

I smiled as I drew Lany into my arms. His heart was in the right place. "No, caro, it makes you human."

We had been through a lot over the years. Kidnappings, attempted assassinations, bomb threats, hostage situations, gangsters, thugs, retrograde amnesia, insane FBI agents, crooked cops, sex traffickers. You name it, and we'd probably dealt with it.

It was a wonder we weren't both in hug-me jackets.

Not wanting strangers in our safe place made Lany more than human in my eyes. It made him smart. We were still getting used to living in a large mansion instead of the two bedroom penthouse apartment Lany's grandparents had given him when he graduated from college, but it was our home now. We lived here with our twin girls. It was important that we all had a safe place to just be us.

Speaking of which… "Where are the girls?" I asked as I lifted my head and glanced around. It was a little too quiet for a house with twenty-two-month-old twins.

"Napping." Lany chuckled. "They were both acting a little frazzled after lunch so Jenna put them down a little early.

Bless Jenna.

She had proved her worth more than once in the nearly two years she had been watching over our girls. A former Mossad officer, Jenna was both nanny and bodyguard for the twins. I was just lucky her salary was paid for by Vinnie. Neither Lany nor I could afford to pay the woman, even if we combined our salaries.

Most people thought we were rich because we lived on a lavish estate, but we weren't. We lived on what I made as a SWAT commander and Lany made as assistant to the police chief. Our estate had been an even swap with Vinnie, who had originally owned the place, for our penthouse apartment.

Vincenzo Castellano or Vinnie as we called him. Uncle Vinnie to the twins. Technically, he was the biological father of the twins, but only Lany and I knew that. Everyone else assumed we had adopted the girls through an agency and that Vinnie was just a close family friend.

And he was a close friend, even if he used to be an alleged mobster. He had pretty much gotten out of the business over the last couple of years. I knew he still had his fingers in a few pies, because he told me about them, but they seemed somewhat legitimate so I tried not to look too deeply into his business.

Ignorance was bliss in this instance.

"So, can we?"

I was very proud of myself. I did not groan.




I nuzzled the side of Lany's neck. I sealed my lips over his skin, sucking up a bruise as I slowly lowered him to the bed. Lany moaned as he tilted his head to one side. I licked at the tender skin.

The sound of Lany's pleasure only made my cock harder, throbbing more heavily in my pants. I slid my hands down Lany's sides until I reached the snap on his jeans. Lany held his breath as I slowly began to work his jeans free. I pulled his pants down all the way off. I stopped momentarily to remove Lany's shoes, and then Lany was naked from the waist down. He was dressed from the waist up.

That problem was solved a moment later when I whipped his shirt over his head and sent it sailing through the air. After quickly shucking my own clothes, I scooted up the bed behind Lany. I lifted him up, pressing my bare chest to Lany's naked back. Lany's breath was coming out in short gasps.

"Easy, caro," I said as I pressed my lips to Lany's ear. "I just want to make you feel good."

I slid my lips over Lany's exposed shoulder and the curve of my neck, nibbling on the sweet tasting flesh. I splayed my fingers and ran my hand down Lany's chest. When my hand reached the man's lower stomach, I felt the head of Lany's cock pressing up against his abdomen.

Hot damn.

Lany was rock hard.

I pressed my lips to the nape of Lany's neck and slid my tongue across the smooth expanse, tasting the salty skin as I slid my hand around to caress the soft curve of Lany's ass. I had to breathe out slowly, gaining a measure of control.

Grabbing Lany's chin, I tilted his head back and kissed a trail down his neck. Lany bucked against me, his moans echoing through the bedroom. I hitched my hips as I sucked at Lany's neck, letting my cock slide up and down between the crease in Lany's ass.

"You want to feel my big, thick cock in your ass, stretching you wide?" I asked Lany, keeping my tone silky smooth. I pressed the tip of my finger into the entrance of Lany's sweet ass.

"Yesss," Lany hissed as he pushed back on my finger.

I chuckled when Lany stuck his ass in the air, candidly showing me what he wanted.

And damned if I wasn't ready to deliver.

"Lube, we need lube." I was desperate. "Where did we put the damn lube?"


I growled as I stretched out and grabbed the bottle of lube stashed in the nightstand. Coming back, I knelt behind Lany. I damn near ripped the cap off the tube of lube then squirted a fair amount on my fingers before dropping it on the mattress. Reaching between Lany's ass cheeks, I rubbed the lube on him, paying special attention to the small puckered hole there.

I heard a high strangled cry fill the room when I leaned down and swirled my tongue around Lany's puckered hole. I grinned for a moment then gave the tight opening a long lick. I speared my tongue just inside, along with my index finger. I thrust it in again and again, adding a second one when I thought Lany could take it.

My balls started to ache when a tremor of arousal shook Lany's slighter form. My body tingled with the need to come, but I refused to without Lany's pleasure coming first.

That just meant one thing.

I needed to up my game.

I tongue-fucked Lany over and over, then alternated my fingers before finally adding a third. I moved my fingers in a steady rhythm, making sure to nail Lany's gland as often as I could. When I was sure Lany was ready, I pulled my fingers from Lany's ass and grabbed my cock, pushing the head against the man's tight entrance.

Pushing just a little, I looked down at Lany. "Ready, caro?"

A moment later I was moaning softly as Lany pushed back against me. I watched my cock sink into Lany, astounded by the soft silken heat surrounding me. I slowly fucked my way in, stretching Lany's tight ring of muscles around my thick girth inch by glorious inch.

As I felt myself press in the last little bit, I clenched Lany's hips. Tremors started to shake my body. This was going to be the shortest sex scene in history…like milliseconds.

"Sei fatto apposta per le mie mani."

"I…" A small shudder wove its way through Lany's body. "I was made for your hands."

Hell, yeah, he was. I had been fantasizing about fucking Lany's little ass since the day I met the man. My fantasies were just never this good. Each time with Lany was better than the last, and I didn't think that was possible. Each time I was surprised that it was.

He beat a fantasy any day.

I started to move as slowly as my body would allow, thrusting my hips forward then pulling back until just the head of my cock remained gripped in Lany's tight hole. The feeling of being inside of Lany was amazing.

The breath hissed through my teeth as I began to pull out, then push back in again. Little by little, as Lany's body seemed to start sucking me right in, I began moving faster. I didn't think I would last very long.

It just felt too damn good.

 I could feel Lany's tight channel contract around my cock with almost brutal intensity. I slid my hands under Lany to skim his stomach and chest. I stroked down, tracing my fingers over Lany's hard shaft. I gripped Lany's cock.

I moaned softly at the erotic sight as Lany threw back my head and cried out. With one strong stroke, I felt a wet warmth slide over my fingers as Lany came, his ass clenching around my cock.

I rammed my cock harder and harder into Lany, rocking the bed with the force of my thrusts. I faltered as my orgasm grabbed me by the balls and ripped a loud cry from me. I threw my head back, my movements frantic as my cock exploded, filling Lany with my seed.

I buried my face into Lany's shoulder, smelling his sweet scent, and feeling Lany's slick skin against my own chest. I reached down to Lany and gently stroked the man's beautiful face, smiling to myself.

"Tu sei una stella…la mia stella."

He would always be my star.

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