[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative African-American Paranormal Romance, M/M, light spanking, HEA]
Thomas Oaklyn is a confident lawyer with a winning record. He is certain he has it all and considers his two-year-old relationship with his lover and best-friend, Tide Greenly, exactly where it should be, safely in the closet. Coming out will cost him everything he thinks is important. Then, Greenly asks for more.
Tide Greenly is tired of living a lie. He’s a Separatist and is determined to live openly gay, so he breaks up with Thomas. But the breakup is complicated by the fact that they’re working a case together.
During the search for truth and justice for, Thomas comes to realize he can’t live without Greenly. As he attempts to win Greenly’s heart, Thomas stumbles upon a conspiracy that could start a war between the two powers of the Psy Community and cost every gay man his life. Will Thomas walk away or risk his life for the greatest love he’s ever known?
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Yeah, I need to clean up first,” he said. “I’m glad I keep a couple of changes of clothes here now.”
Greenly chuckled. “Do something for me?”
“Leave the pants off and come sit on the blanket and have dinner with me,” he said. “I locked the door, and there is no one to disturb us anyway. Everyone was leaving since there’s a severe thunderstorm forecast.”
Thomas stared at him. He wasn’t above a little risk taking, but he couldn’t risk allowing stronger intimacy to develop between them. “I was asked to work the Peter Lightly case,” he said, hoping the change of subject would shut this down. He knew where it was going, and he didn’t want to go there.
“And you declined,” he responded dryly.
“I accepted. I want you to second chair,” Thomas said with a smile.
Greenly backed away. “Before I left, I tried to tell you I needed more, but you cut me off and now you’re changing the subject.”
“I think we should just keep things simple,” Thomas said, dreading the next words. He couldn’t commit to Greenly. They both knew he’d end up married to a woman. He preferred men, craved them, but didn’t know if he could come out of the closet like his brother had. Besides that it was more or less illegal to be openly gay in the True Psy Community.
“I can’t go on just keeping things loose,” he said. “I’m not asking you to acknowledge you’re mine in front of your family or any other True Psy. All I’m asking is that you commit to me without regret and admit you’re mine in Separatist circles.”
“You’ll break it off with me if I don’t agree to any of that,” he said in a hard tone. “I don’t like ultimatums.” That’s the way his parents did things. It was all about manipulation and control.
Thomas crossed his arms over his chest as he stared back at the man just staring at him with unreadable eyes. He didn’t mind negotiations or power plays, but he didn’t want them with this man. This was his safe place, his sanctuary.
“It’s a fact, Thom, a truth, not a threat,” Greenly assured him quietly. “I’m tired of being single and going home alone. I want to give my love to someone and have him love me back.”
“How can you stand here and tell me you’re falling in love with me?” he demanded. “It’s wrecking everything.” Anger and fear dueled inside him, fear came away bruised and battered. Greenly had no right to ask him to give up the life he’d grown accustomed to.
Greenly cupped his face. “I know that,” he admitted gently. “If you don’t want to give me a chance to show you I can be a good partner, then tell me now. Don’t keep me hanging on because I’m the only one who knows your secret and won’t tell.”
Thomas’s anger crumbled. “Gr—” Thomas looked away, his mind working furiously. He’d known this day would come. He had just hoped he’d be ready to tell the man to walk away. Instead, the very thought of saying those words cut him up inside like tiny shards of glass. He paced away from him, combing his fingers through his hair. Damn it.
“Greenly—”He shook his head helplessly.
“The ball is in your court,” Greenly said softly.
“You know if I say yes, it will only be a temporary fix,” Thomas admitted. “One day I’ll have to marry a woman.”
Greenly nodded. “I guess I have my answer,” he said and started to back away. “I’ll take my basket and go.”
“Why do you have to be this way?” Anguish washed over him and threatened to drown him. “Why can’t you just stay?”
“If I do, it’ll only prolong the inevitable,” Greenly answered. “I’ll see you around, Thomas.”
“I—” Thomas started again staring at Greenly, whose gaze was expectant. His cell phone’s soft ring cut him off this time. But what had he been going to say? Hell, he was tangled up in knots that had him pulled tight with tension. He wanted to beg him to stay. The words were on the tip of his tongue but there was no way he could agree to what Greenly had just asked.
The phone rang again more insistently this time, and he ripped it from the holster at his hip. He brought the smartphone up, and the display revealed his mother’s number.
“You’re late,” Greenly stated. “Go meet your future wife or candidate number fifty.” He turned and strode across the room to get his basket.
Greenly pushed his hands beneath the tiny tank to rake Thomas’s skin lightly then more firmly. Greenly loved the way Thomas arched into him like a graceful little wave. Thomas’s kisses were demanding, biting kisses that made his blood pressure soar.
Greenly groaned as Thomas stroked his erection against his very swollen and aching dick. He was sure he would explode in his pants from the little gyrations.
Thomas broke the kiss and gave him a wicked little grin. “Still kicking, I see,” he teased and then lowered his head to trail kisses over Greenly’s chest. He pushed the fabric of his shirt open wide to bite one nipple, swirl his tongue over it, and then bite it again before turning his attention to the neglected little point. His teeth grazed it, his tongue stabbed at it, and he laved over it before sucking it. At the same time, he pinched the other nipple hard.
Greenly groaned roughly as he got lost in the sensual assault. He pushed his hand down the curve of Thomas’s small ass and gave it a light whack.
Thomas nipped his nipple harder, and Greenly hissed softly. Thomas lifted his head, kissed him lightly, and then sank down to the floor between Greenly’s thighs. He undid the button of his khaki pants then dragged the zipper down its track slowly. He gave Greenly a teasing smile as he pulled the straining erection from its confines.
He closed his fingers around the wide girth. He blew over the tip, and then lowered his head to swirl his tongue slowly around the tip. “Tastes good enough to suck.” He lowered his head to do just that.
Greenly’s hips tensed, and he fought the urge to drive up into Thomas’s sweet, hot mouth. “Damn,” he growled. “Thom. Suck it, baby. Suck my dick harder.”
Thomas did just that, using his hand to work the flesh unattended to by his mouth. Greenly drove his fingers into Thomas’s hair, pushing his head down and pulling it back.
“Baby, yeah.” He gritted his teeth as the pleasure tore at his balls and ran up his spine. “Thom.” He hissed hard when Thomas sucked him deeper.
Thomas lifted his head and looked up at his lover. Breathing uneasily, Thomas got to his feet, holding Greenly’s gaze. He pushed the tiny panty down his slim muscular thighs and let it slide down to his ankles.
Greenly leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lower belly and then kissed a trail to his stiffly jutting cock. He closed his lips around the head. “Mmm.” He sank his mouth low on the thick flesh and raised it again, only to lower it, taking Thomas to his balls.
“Ahh!” It came out a ragged sound.
Greenly’s hands slid down Thomas’s sides to his thighs as his head bobbed up and down. They glided back up to cup his ass. He stroked long, lean fingers down the part and let a fingertip play over the tight rosette hidden between the globes.
* * * *
Thomas threw his head back and propped one foot on the couch next to Greenly and buried on hand in his hair. His hips jerked forward of their own accord as he began to fuck Greenly’s lips in shallow strokes.
“Oh, yeah,” Thomas moaned. “God, I love the way you suck me.” He groaned as fingertip penetrated the tight cavity.
“Lube’s between the cushions, get it,” Greenly commanded telepathically.
“My telekinesis is so damned weak, yet you always want me to do that.”
“Bitch. Moan. Just do it.”
Thomas looked down and saw the edge of a tube sticking up. He focused on it, and the tube floated up into the air. He bent forward to grab it as it started to fall again. He flipped the cap, noticing it smelled different. He brought it to his nose for a closer olfactory inspection. He picked up a hint of cinnamon and clove. They were stimulants to increase pleasure. There was something else that he couldn’t pick up.
Greenly slipped the tube from his fingers and squeezed the warm gel down the crack of his ass. Thomas couldn’t help but groan as the tingling sensation triggered something inside him.
Greenly worked his finger around the tight anus before pushing his finger in past the guardian ring of muscle, and Thomas gasped as the sensation of pleasure rocked through him. The oil was increasing his pleasure with each movement of Greenly’s finger.
Greenly pushed his finger deeper and ran his tongue around the crown of Thomas’s dick before sucking the swollen head into his mouth. His head bobbed up and down as his finger pushed in and out of Thomas’s ass rhythmically.
Thomas groaned, fucking into Greenly’s mouth as he tightened his fingers in his hair. He pushed back against his finger, allowing the pleasure to take him over. The heat of arousal clawed at him, bringing him quickly undone. He was going to come any second, just one more thrust into Greenly’s mouth, and he’d—what?
Greenly gave him a tight smile as he pulled Thomas onto his lap. “I need you, babe.”
Thomas straddled him, and claimed his mouth. It was a searing kiss that left them both breathless and clinging to each other.
Thomas broke the kiss, hungering for a rougher intimacy, so he reached down between the cushions, felt around, and came up with the condoms. He tore one off while Greenly kissed along his neck to his throat.
“If you don’t stop distracting me, Tide, you’re giving it to me bareback,” he threatened, his voice rough with arousal.
Greenly’s response was a light slap on Thomas’s ass.