Moonlighting (MM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 35,534
2 Ratings (4.5)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
At just 26 years old, Dustin Wood found himself in near financial destitution. His student loans, combined with months of being out of work, force him to take a job dancing as an exotic dancer for an all male revue club downtown.
Colin McMahon is a well to do banker. As the Vice President of Loan Acquisitions department he's met his fair share of newbies in the banking world. One in particular catches his attention more than others.
After Colin and Dustin meet they form an instant chemistry. As strong as their feelings are, a wrench is thrown into their budding relationship which threatens to destroy everything. When a betrayal is revealed it threatens Colin and Dustin’s relationship. As the tension erupts they are forced to decide between forgiveness, or walking away forever. 
A Siren Erotic Romance
Taylor Brooks is a Siren-exclusive author.
Moonlighting (MM)
2 Ratings (4.5)

Moonlighting (MM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 35,534
2 Ratings (4.5)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
Dustin and Colin were sweet loving and sexy! When they finally able to open io their hearts again, true love is a wonderful thing,,,, this was a beautiful story, love at first sight.
It was fantastic?
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While he was taking a sip of his coffee a business card slid across the table and landed right underneath his nose. Dustin looked up to see his benefactor pulling up a chair across from him. He picked up the card and read the name, Colin McMahon, Vice President of Loan Acquisitions at Horizon Savings and Loan. It was the same bank that he just started work at this morning.

Dustin glanced up at the man sitting before him and nervously smiled. While Mr. McMahon wasn’t his direct boss, being the vice president of anything in that financial institution must mean he worked under him in one way or another.

“Mr. McMahon, pleased to meet you.” Dustin extended his hand out.

“Likewise.” Colin shook it in return.

“That…what happened over there isn’t the norm for me. It’s just that I have been looking for work ever since I graduated college eight months ago and the jobs have been close to nil.”

“I understand. You don’t owe me an explanation. For all I know you left your wad of one hundreds on your nightstand.”

When the man chuckled it put Dustin more at ease. He heard that the higher-ups in the financial world could be stuffy old coots. It was nice to see this guy had a sense of humor. Granted he didn’t exactly fit the mold of an old coot.

His square jaw was lightly sprinkled with the promise of an oncoming five o’clock shadow. His dark hair was cut short and slicked back. And his eyes were a striking shade of green. All in all he was a pretty good-looking man. Actually, he was a great-looking man.

Had this been any other time or place he was just the kind of man that Dustin would hit on. But he had a sneaking suspicion that sort of thing was frowned upon at Horizon Savings and Loan. It was probably referenced in that bible length of a handbook they gave him earlier that morning.

“So, how are you liking it so far?” Colin asked.

Dustin looked down at his sandwich. “Oh, I hadn’t tried it yet.”

“Not the sandwich. The job. I saw you training with Attila this morning.”

“I’m sorry…Attila?”

“Sorry.” Colin laughed. “She probably introduced herself as Marjorie. But make no mistake. Just like the Roman ruler, Attila the Hun, who struck fear through the late Roman Empire, she is a ruthless dictator when it comes to her tellers.”

Dustin wasn’t sure how to respond. Sure he saw the man’s point. Marjorie did have an abrasive and almost cold-as-ice demeanor to her. He had just assumed she was having a bad day. It was Monday after all.

“Don’t worry. I’m not hazing you, kid. I just have a tendency to call ’em like I see ’em.”

“Oh. Well, she hasn’t instilled fear in me yet. But I’ll be watching for it now.” Dustin grinned.

“Thatta boy. Gotta be on your toes.” Colin raised his coffee in toasting fashion.

Dustin liked this guy. He had a quick wit about him. Not very pompous like some of the others he’d met earlier that morning.

“I guess so. Wouldn’t want Attila to run me down.”

Both men laughed and exchanged casual chitchat for a few minutes while Dustin ate his sandwich. It might have been just a plain old tuna sandwich to most, but for him it tasted damn good. Paying all his bills last Friday meant he had little to splurge on before his first payday.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

“Me?” Colin patted his belly and rubbed it in a circular motion. “Nah. Trying to watch my figure.”

“It’s none of my business, but you don’t look overweight,” he added genuinely.

“Thanks, but I’m at the tail end of a complete body makeover. I’m about two pounds away from my target weight. One more weigh-in tonight after work and I might have a reason to celebrate. It’s been a long road.”

“Oh yeah? Mind me asking how much you’ve lost?” Dustin asked.

“Seventy-three pounds.”

“Wow. Seriously? That’s amazing! Good for you, man. Err…I mean, Mr. McMahon.”

“Cut that out. Mr. McMahon was my dad’s name. I’m Colin. Okay?”

Dustin smiled. “Okay. But seriously, that is awesome! I hope you have serious celebration plans in store.”

“Nah. Nothing too extravagant. Just me and a steak I suppose.”

“Well, the steak sounds great. But don’t you have anyone to celebrate with?”

Dustin immediately wanted to kick himself as soon as he asked the invasive question. All this man did was buy his lunch. That hardly constituted Dustin losing his manners and sticking his nose in the other guy’s business.

He immediately apologized. “I’m sorry. That…that was rude of me.”

Colin shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a fair question. The truth is there really isn’t anyone. I transferred here from the St. Louis branch about six months ago. Left a pretty dysfunctional relationship behind too.”

“I’m sorry, or I guess I’m glad to hear that. I don’t know. What does one say to something like that?”

Colin laughed. “They say…good for you, man.”

Dustin raised his coffee. “Good for you, man!”

“Thanks. The guy was a loser. Pretty sure he was only with me for money. Everything happens for a reason though. Or so they say. Regardless in another six and a half hours I’m going to be celebrating with a nice thick cut of New York Strip.”

“Tonight, huh? Pretty sure you’re going to make it then?” Dustin held his reaction well, but couldn’t help but be intrigued at hearing this handsome man was playing for the same team that he was.




“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Colin said.

“You have to ask?”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“A lot of things.”


“Like how fucking horny I am for you, for one.”

Colin offered up a sexy smirk and wrapped his fingers around Dustin’s cock. “Oh yeah?”

Dustin pointed down at the engorged flesh of his erection, which was decorated with a glistening drop of pre-cum right on top. “I’m hardly faking this.”

“Mmm…” Colin looked down and licked his lips once again. “I see that, and I have to admit, I like what I see.”

Oh come on! Colin, you’re killing me here.

For several seconds of what could only be described as cruel and unusual punishment, Colin looked up at Dustin while he methodically stroked his cock. His every movement seemed carefully planned out and precise, as if he was attending to every detail of his plan.

Dustin wanted to fuck Colin so bad he could almost feel the tears welling up behind his eyes from the desperation of it. If it was actually possible to cry like a baby from being too turned on, he was close to it.

“Tell me what you want,” Colin whispered.

The green of Colin’s eyes nearly sparkled with the promise of what was yet to come. Maybe Dustin really had been poisoned with magical unicorn dust, pulling him under Colin’s spell and hypnotizing him to do whatever he wanted.

Hell if he cared though. The man was too damn sexy to care about much of anything. He would probably dress up in a French maid costume if that was what Colin wanted. It would seem he was willing to do anything, just as long as Colin didn’t stop touching him.

“Cat got your tongue? I tell you that pesky pussycat is sure a problem.”

“It’s not pussy I’m interested in.”

Colin’s eyes widened at his brazen response. It wasn’t like him to be so blatant with his remarks. Brutal honesty usually wasn’t his thing. Shy and quiet was. The fire he saw blazing back at him from Colin’s eyes told him his slipup had been just fine with his teasing host.

“Tell me what you are interested in,” Colin said in a husky voice.

“You.” Suddenly nervous, he held back.

“Tell me more.”

“I already told you. You know I want you.”

“What exactly is it that you want from me?” There was a teasing glint, an unspoken challenge in Colin’s eyes.

“Jesus, are you really going to make me say it?”

“Mmm hmm.”

Colin licked his lips again and smiled at him. Damn, that lip licking should be made illegal or something. How was he supposed to refuse Colin anything when he used his tongue in such a goading manner?

“I want you to suck my cock.” There. He’d said it. Now if only Colin would grant his wish and do just that.

Colin dipped his head down and just before his lips were about to touch the head of his cock he looked back up at him. “A little tip about me…I may be tough at work sometimes, but I absolutely love it when I’m told what to do in the bedroom.”

Dustin opened his mouth to respond, but his words were stolen from him before he had a chance to utter a single one. Colin’s lips closed around the tip of his cock and he sucked the moisture that was leaking from him.

He closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back, resting on the back of the couch. The lust he thought he felt for Colin had been nothing compared to what just shot through his body. Lightning bolts of electric heat coursed through his veins like they were on a mission of destruction.

With just that slightest touch he felt his balls draw up painfully tight, hugging the underside of his cock. His orgasm was lurking just below the surface and ready to explode. He clenched his hands into fists until his knuckles turned white. With every amount of concentration he had, he willed himself to hold on and not come yet.

His argument was futile at best. The heat of Colin’s mouth intensified when he opened it wider and took the length of Dustin back into the recesses of his throat. His lips, so soft, so firm and loving as they sucked and puckered around his cock while working his head in an up-and-down motion.

Dustin heard little moans coming from Colin and wondered how he could hear anything with the rate of his blood pressure. It was echoing inside his head like a snare drum. The rapid pounding of his heart increased with every second that passed.

Never had Dustin experienced a blow job that didn’t just suck him off, but licked at his soul. Maybe Colin actually was the devil, because what he was doing was utterly sinful, but in the best possible way.

Colin released his cock and it fell free from his mouth with a flop. He nearly groaned in protest like a greedy lover when he felt the cool air wash across his dick.

Remembering that Colin liked to be told what to do, he was about to demand he take that cock back in his mouth and suck it some more. That thought was short lived once he felt that same magical tongue swipe across his balls and suck one of the tight little rocks into his mouth.

Holy fuck! I’m not going to survive this.

The orgasm that was building would surely kill him in a fiery blaze of glory. Oh, but it would be one hell of a way to go.

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