Ian's Decision (MM)

McCloud Brothers 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 24,836
2 Ratings (4.0)
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, public exhibition, HEA]
Ian McCloud is in search of a job, not a boyfriend. But when he meets the handsome and rich Darren Dartmoor of Dartmoor Holdings, the possibility of having both grows more appealing by the minute. And that’s not the only thing that grows.
Darren Dartmoor doesn’t have time for a relationship. Usually he fulfills his carnal desires with other men who, much like him, have no time or interest in building a life together. But when sexy Ian McCloud keeps appearing in his life, Darren finds himself wondering if Ian is the man who can change that and bring him the happiness he continues to deny himself.
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Ian's Decision (MM)
2 Ratings (4.0)

Ian's Decision (MM)

McCloud Brothers 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 24,836
2 Ratings (4.0)
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STORY EXCERPT

 

Darren asked his secretary to make an espresso before settling in to an afternoon of work locked behind his office door. He needed a kick in the ass to get him going and Paula was better than any barista in the city, one of the reasons he had hired her on the spot eight months ago.

When he was seated behind his desk, Paula walked in with a cup and saucer in hand. “You remember you have a meeting with your father today.” She didn’t wait for Darren’s response as she placed the cup in front of him on the desk. “Also, we have the job fair this weekend and Human Resources was wondering if you were going to attend? It’s not mandatory, obviously, but it would be good thing for you to do. I can call the local paper and request a photographer?” She looked down at him, her arms crossed firmly over small breasts. Darren often wondered if Paula was better suited as CEO for Dartmoor Holdings than he was.

Darren reached for the cup, bringing it to his lips. He sipped as he considered. “Does my father intend to be there?”

Paula cocked her head. “I’ll allow you to answer your own question.”

Darren chuckled. “Tell Human Resources that I’ll be there ready to charm the masses.”

“Would you like to be on the cover of Monday’s business section, too?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask that question.”

Paula turned in one swift movement, her chestnut hair swinging across her shoulders. “I’ll take care of everything,” she said before making her exit. Darren had every confidence that Paula would do what she promised and more.

Darren tossed back the rest of the espresso as he heard Paula addressing his father. A second later there was a knock on the doorjamb. Darren looked up to see his father’s tanned face. Frank was an avid golfer but even the golden glow of his skin could not hide the fatigue around his eyes.

“Come in, Dad.” Darren indicated one of two chairs situated in front of his desk.

“How are things, son?” Frank sat but looked anything but relaxed.

“Is that a general question or would you like to address anything specifically about the business.”

“Lighten up, Darren. I haven’t seen you in a while and was wondering how you’re doing?”

“I’m fine. You know me. There’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“You mother used to respond in the same exact way.”

Even after sixteen years, Darren still missed his mother. “Really?” He smiled with his father’s compliment.

“What about this job fair? I’d love to have you by my side.”

Darren wanted to ask if his stepmother, who was also his aunt, planned to be there, too. Cara had married Frank three years after her sister’s death, and Darren never understood why his father decided on making Cara his wife. It was simple to understand Cara’s motivation. She was jealous of her sister and always wanted everything she had, which included her husband and his money. But his father’s? Cara was nothing like Rachel. She was rough around the edges where Darren’s mother was refined and prided herself on always placing a smile on her face and her best foot forward. If Cara’s foot wasn’t in Jimmy Choo she refused to place it anywhere. There was one word that described her to a tee and that was Gold Digger. Darren did everything in his power to not be around her, but Cara loved the attention of being a Dartmoor and he had to endure his stepmother more than he preferred. “Yeah, I’ll be there.” Darren didn’t mention photographers. “Paula is handling the details.”

“She’s efficient,” Frank replied. “Let’s hope that Saturday’s applicants are exactly like her.”

Doubtful.

“How’s Cara?” Darren felt the need to ask mostly because he knew that his father liked it. A small smile curled Frank’s lips.

“You’ll see her this weekend.”

“So she is coming then?”

“Of course,” Frank answered. “She’s an integral part of Dartmoor Industries, and Cara loves to be involved.”

Yeah, involved in spending your money. “I’m looking forward to seeing her.” Darren lied.

Frank chuckled. “Thanks for making an attempt.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play coy. It doesn’t suit you.”

“I might not care for Cara much, but I love you and Mom, and she is family.”

“Like I said, thanks.” Frank went to stand but Darren stopped him. “Please don’t take this the wrong way or read too much into it, but are you feeling okay? You’re looking…tired.”

Darren recognized the smile that his father usually saved for public occasions. “What are you talking about? I’ve never been more fit. Played nine holes yesterday and I walked every one of them.” Just to prove the point Frank stood quickly, his smile set firmly in place. “I may be getting older, but I’m by no means old.”

“I didn’t mention anything about age,” Darren said. “You did.”

“Careful. You’re beginning to sound like Cara.”

Darren found it hard that she cared about his father’s health. He figured that there was an ulterior motive only she knew. “If there is anything that you’d like to discuss, I’m always open day or night. You know that, right?”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Before Darren knew what was happening, his pants he had only half fastened were down around his knees along with his underwear. Ian gripped his cock with both hands making Darren hard. “Isn’t this illegal?” he panted.

“Only if we get caught.” Ian’s smile was full of mischief. He closed the distance between them in the already tight space. Ian pressed his mouth to Darren’s ear and began to lick and tug at his lobe. Darren leaned back his head lost in the Ian’s touch. “Why are you doing this?’

“Isn’t it obvious? I want your cock inside me.”

Darren coughed coming back to reality. “What did you just say?”

“I want you to fuck me.” Ian’s words were to the point. “I can’t be any more direct than that.”

“There’s no way I can do that here,” Darren replied. “This place is too busy.”

“I don’t see anyone in here with us.”

“You know what I mean.”

“The only way you’re getting out of this stall is after you fuck me.”

Darren’s anxiety faded away and his dick was fully rigid and arching upward. Ian stroked his entire length and gently massaged his balls.

“Do we have an agreement?”

Darren quickly nodded before common sense prevailed.

Ian pressed his cheek against Darren’s, the scratch of his whiskers driving him wild. “You have the hardest dick, so long and smooth. I bet it’s going to feel oh so good when you enter me.”

“I’m the one who’s going to feel good,” Darren said. “Let me see that tight ass of yours.”

Ian’s fingers flew over his belt, undoing it. He unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped, and forced his pants as low as he could manage. He wasn’t wearing underwear and Darren wondered if it was an everyday practice or reserved for this occasion alone. The fleeting thought caused his nipples to perk with excitement and anticipation. He watched as Ian turned to show his muscular, milky mounds. A fine, golden fur ran along his crevice. Darren reached out and ran his fingers along the soft hair, petting Ian. The sound of blood coursing through his ears drowned out the sounds of men on the other side of the stall door. Nothing else mattered except Ian.

Ian angled forward and reached behind him to grip both ass cheeks. He spread them apart to give Darren deeper access. He released a low moan. “I love the way you’re touching me, so tender.” He looked over his shoulder. “Do you like what you see?”

The lust that strangled his throat made it hard for Darren to answer. He swallowed. “Yes, babe. I love your golden trail. It’s heaven.”

Ian arched his back. “Finger my hole. Feel inside. Touch my bud.”

If he didn’t stop the dirty talk, Darren was going to explode in the manner of seconds. It wouldn’t take much. He was horny as fuck. But he wanted this moment to last.

Darren did what Ian wanted. The puckered skin pulsed under his fingertips. And when he forced in his middle finger, the muscles tightened around him. “You are so warm and moist.” There was desperation in Darren’s voice and it scared him. He didn’t enjoy the thought of another man possessing so much power over him.

Ian pushed back, Darren’s finger disappearing in his ass. He began to rock gently. “After you fuck me good with your finger,” Ian said, “your next step better be your big cock up my ass. I want to be sore tomorrow so I can be reminded of this moment.”

Darren took in a shuddering breath. With his free hand he stroked his aching cock that was slick with pre-cum. He wanted to impale Ian right then and there but he forced himself to do the smart thing. “I’m ill prepared,” he said. Do you—”

“Yeah.” Ian handed Darren a foil packet he pulled from a chest pocket on his shirt. “You’re on your own for lube, babe. Be creative.”

Dirty, dirty boy.

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