[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, light bondage, sex toys, HEA]
Police Officer James Everson seems to go from one guy to another, never finding exactly what he wants. Frustrated and out of sorts, he goes to a local gay bar in the hopes of finding a guy and burning off some steam. What he finds is Sammy.
Samuel Dane Summers is a confirmed geek. He has all the classic symptoms, glasses, baggy slacks, white button down shirts. He’s a vegetarian. He forgets everything from paying his bills to locking his doors. Sammy needs a keeper. The one good thing he does is write erotic gay romance novels.
When these two meet, the fireworks explode. Sammy rocks James’s world, giving him the best sexual experience of his life. When it’s over, Sammy disappears.
James is devastated. He becomes obsessed with finding Sammy again. But an obsessed fan also wants to get his hands on Sammy, believing the books Sammy writes are their love story, and he’s not above taking James out of the picture to do it. Can James save his sexy little writer before it's too late or will he lose him forever?
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Stormy Glenn is a Siren-exclusive author.
"In the second book of the ‘Sammy and Friends’ series I was happy to see that the focus is on Sammy and his story. While he was around in book one, he really is the star of the show here. And, just like his brother Troy who finds the love of his life in volume one, in this second installment, Sammy gets his happy ever after. Not that he believes he will ever get one, nor is it an easy ride with all the self-imposed and external obstacles he and James have to overcome. But when two men are “destined to be together”, like they are in this series, there is nothing that will stand in the way of their dream. Sammy is a typical nerd. He is an author and lives a withdrawn life, forgets to take care of himself to the point where he forgets to pay bills and his electricity is cut, and he sees himself as a total mouse. At one point he thinks: “Maybe writing erotic gay novels for a living wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe he should go back to writing mysteries or something safer, like serial killer biographies.” This quote from Sammy Dane summarizes the man’s life and his admittedly unique logic when looking at things. It may appear logical to him, and usually makes sense at the time, but anyone looking at it from the outside will need a few seconds (or longer) to adjust. Needless to say, he has a hard time accepting that anyone will want him as a partner, so when James appears in his life, Sammy is certain it’s only going to be a one-night stand. James likes to play, is afraid of commitment, and has nothing but one-night stands. Until he runs into Sammy and he discovers nerdy bookworms may be sexy. One night together confirms James’s newest addiction: Sammy is it for him from now on. He moves heaven and earth to convince Sammy of that fact, but it isn’t easy. One thing is certain, and that is Sammy needs a keeper and James knows he is the man for the job. What develops between them is a lot more though, and quickly grows from some seriously hot encounters into a seriously committed relationship. If you like stories about “absentminded professors” who are lost everywhere except in the bedroom, if you like reading about “destined” couples, and if you’re looking for a read that is super hot and has a few interesting twists, then you will probably like this novella." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
James sat down at the bar and signaled the bartender for a beer. While he waited, he twirled around on his barstool and scoped out the room. Though still early in the evening, the place was fairly packed.
He had heard of Dooley’s Pub. He’d just never been there before. It was supposed to be a laid-back gay bar where a man could just get a beer and play a game of pool without worrying that someone would hit on him every time he turned around.
Despite that, James hoped he might be hit on once or twice. His prospects seemed to be pretty good if the looks he was getting were anything to go by. More than one man checked him out when he walked in, and even now. James smiled and turned back to the bar.
The evening was definitely looking up.
“That’ll be three fifty,” the bartender said as he set a beer bottle down in front of James. James pulled some bills out of his pocket and handed them over. He took a long sip of the beer, surprised at how good the cold liquid felt going down his throat.
James turned to look at the man next to him. He smiled, not in invitation, but just to be polite. The guy wasn’t his type at all. “Yes. I heard about this place from my brother and thought I’d check it out.” Nicky and Troy loved this place. Not as much as they loved The Peabody Pub where they met, but they still raved about Dooley’s every time they came here.
“I could show you around,” the guy said, clearly not getting the picture that James wasn’t interested, “and introduce you to the regulars.”
“No,” James replied, giving he man a polite smile, not a friendly one, “but thanks anyway. I think I’ll just sit here with my beer.”
“My name’s Kurt,” the man said. “If you change your mind, I’ll be around.”
James gave a little nod and turned back to his beer. He rolled his eyes. There were quite a few men in here he wouldn’t mind spending the night with. Why couldn’t one of them hit on him? Why did it have to be some man dressed like a librarian?
Suits, dress shirts, slacks . . . none of those things turned him on. Especially when the guy wearing them looked like he’d never seen a hard day’s work in his life. James wasn’t a prude by any means, but he preferred men who wore jeans and T-shirts, and who understood the concept of working hard and playing harder.
James barely finished the thought when he caught sight of a man coming through the front door of the bar in the mirror over the bar, a man who made him rethink his taste in nerdy-looking men. James swung around to get a better look. No, whoever this guy was, he certainly wasn’t James’s normal type at all, but something about the stranger intrigued him and made his cock stand up and beg for an introduction.
The man wore a loose pair of tan slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a tan suit jacket—everything James hated on a man. He looked like a bookworm or librarian, right down to his horn-rimmed glasses. The only thing lacking was a damned bowtie.
Oh, yeah? Then why am I so fuckin’ attracted to him?
“Andy?” the man said loudly as he got closer to the bar. “I need my usual.”
“Another hard night, Dane?” the bartender asked as he made up some sort of pink drink and set it on the bar top.
The man, Dane apparently, nodded. He grabbed the drink and swallowed it all down in one gulp. He coughed, slamming the glass back down on the bar. “Hit me again.”
“Are you sure, Dane?” the bartender asked skeptically. “You hardly ever have more than one.”
Dane nodded. “I’m sure.”
“Okay, you’re the boss.”
James watched, fascinated, as the bartender made the man another pink drink. He handed it over. Again, the man downed the drink in one swallow. He didn’t cough this time but handed the glass back.
“Okay, I’ll take a straight ginger ale now.”
The bartender poured Dane a ginger ale and set it on the bar. “Anything I can help you with?”
“No, I was working on this really hot shower scene between Robert and Greg when my brother called. He started in on me, and I lost my train of thought.”
James frowned. Hot shower scene? Robert and Greg? What was this man into? When Dane sat down two barstools away and started talking to the bartender, James leaned closer, his curiosity eating away at him.
“So, tell me about this shower scene,” the bartender directed.
James nodded his head in agreement. He wanted to know more about the shower scene as well. In vivid detail, please.
“Robert just got home from work. Greg’s been gone on that conference in Tokyo I told you about for the last week. When Robert gets home, he discovers Greg in the shower. Greg is tired, he has jetlag, but Robert is naked and crawling into the shower with him.”
James raised a brow and shifted to find a more comfortable position on the stool. With every word Dane uttered, James’s dick grew harder. He could just picture the scene in his mind. He had been tired before, so tired his eyes ached, but if his naked lover had crawled into the shower with him, he’d be so awake he would look like he just had three shots of espresso.
“So, what seems to be the problem?” the bartender asked. “Robert has Greg in the shower. They’re both naked. Let the scene just go from there. Just let it happen.”
Yeah, Dane, just let it happen, James encouraged silently.
Dane shook his head. “It’s not flowing right now. I’m just not feeling it. I know they are supposed to reconnect because they’ve been apart for awhile, but something is just not working for me. I feel like my muse is in a coma.”
“I’d be more than happy to help,” James found himself saying before he had even thought about the words.
“Come on in,” Dane said as he unlocked the door. He bent down and picked up a small package off the porch and walked in. James raised a curious brow when Dane took the package directly to the garbage can and tossed it inside.
“This way.” Dane headed down the hallway.
James shrugged. None of his business, anyway. In fact, he hoped they could keep the small talk to a minimum. He didn’t want to know the man’s life story or how many boyfriends he had had or anything really personal. He just wanted to get down to the good stuff.
Dane paused at a doorway at the end of the hall to look back at him, much as he had at the bar. “Coming?” he asked right before he stepped into the room and disappeared from sight.
“Uh, yeah,” James replied, hurrying down the hallway. He skidded to a halt, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head at the sight before him.
Dane stood in the middle of the bedroom, half-dressed. The sight of Dane’s bare upper torso brought James’s cock back to full attention. He had been wrong about the lack of muscles. Dane had then, and they were very nicely defined…like lickable defined.
Dane took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand. He opened one of the drawers and took out a piece of paper. He held it out to James. “My most recent test results. I’m clean. There’s also lube and plenty of condoms in here. Better safe than sorry.”
“Yeah,” James said, starting to feel a little funny about the whole situation. He was getting exactly what he wanted, sex with no strings attached. So, why was he starting to feel an uncomfortable knot forming in his stomach?
“I have mine right here.” James pulled out his wallet and grabbed the folded piece of paper he always kept on him. He handed it over to Dane before stripping his clothes off as he watched the man skim the paper carefully then hand it back.
“Cool,” Dane said as if he had just looked at an interesting article in a newspaper instead of a doctor’s note stating James was clean of any sexually transmitted diseases.
James’s mouth dropped open as he stared down at Dane’s body after the man pushed his librarian-style khaki slacks to his ankles.
No way. No way a man as lanky as Dane could be sporting the hard-on that was displayed before James’s eyes. He had heard his brother brag about how big Troy was, but he didn’t think Troy would hold a candle to this man. Dane was huge, much bigger than anything James had ever seen in person.
Dane stepped closer. He reached up and caressed the side of James’s face as if touching a lover. “Don’t worry, James. By the time I’m done getting you ready, it’ll fit just fine.”
“Oh, uh, I don’t—I’ve never—” James stammered. Dane expected to top him? James had never been topped in his life. He did the topping. He did the fucking. He did the—well, he was the one on top.
Dane stepped closer. His warm breath blew over James’s cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll go easy on you.”
James gasped as Dane pushed him back onto the bed. Before he could protest, Dane covered him, his lips and tongue and hands everywhere at once, licking, caressing, stroking, nipping. James’s mind went numb, and he forgot his protests and concentrated on the pleasure Dane created in his body.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” Dane whispered as he licked his way up the thick cords of James’s neck. “Do you know what a turn-on that is?”
James shook his head.
Dane grabbed James’s hand and placed it on his hard cock. “See what it does to me? How hot you make me?” Dane’s growl rumbled through James and settled in his cock. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for a week.”
James groaned. Dane’s words were arousing him to new levels. No one had ever talked to him like that. His cock throbbed where it lay against Dane’s thigh. The idea of being fucked incited both fear and excitement in the pit of his stomach.
But when Dane bent down and took James’s cock into his mouth, James forgot all about his trepidations. “Oh fuck!” he groaned loudly, not caring who heard him.
James’s heart raced, and all the blood in his body shot down to his cock, leaving him aching and engorged. Dane didn’t seem to notice James’s discomfort. He just continued what he was doing, driving James out of his ever-loving mind.
Dane slid his hot mouth all the way down James’s dick until his nose hit James’s groin. James could feel the head of his cock hit the back of Dane’s throat. Tight throat muscles massaged his shaft. The longest tongue James had ever felt wrapped around him.
James’s moved his hips, humping against Dane uncontrollably. He fisted his hands in Dane’s hair, seeking some semblance of control. The situation had moved forward so fast, James could barely catch his breath.
“Uh-uh,” Dane said as he let go of James’s cock and grabbed his wrists. “None of that.”
James scrunched his forehead in confusion. None of what?
He had his answer when Dane pushed his hands back over the top of his head. James started to look up to see what Dane was fiddling with when he felt cold metal close over his wrists and heard the unmistakable sounds of handcuffs clicking closed.
“What the fu—”
“Ssshhh, sweetheart,” Dane crooned. He placed the key in James’s hand. “You can release yourself whenever you want to and leave, but I promise you, if you stay, I will give you an experience you will never forget.”
Dane scooted back down James’s body. “I promise not to do anything you won’t enjoy.” With that, Dane dove back down on James’s cock.
James’s fist closed over the key. He didn’t unlock the cuffs. He was too busy losing his mind again. Dane had started swallowing around his cock again. He couldn’t imagine ever asking Dane to stop. He’d have to be dead first.