[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, food play, HEA]
For the past year, Jake Shepherd has tried to move on with his life since the man he loved walked out on him. Finally on the right path, he no longer aches for his lover and is looking forward to his future. The past year turned out to be anything but what Matt Jorgensen had anticipated. In his quest to better his life and find self-worth he realizes he’s made the biggest mistake of his life. Going back home to try to right his wrong wouldn’t be easy, but he vowed to try. When Matt strolls back into Jake’s life, a firestorm of emotions explodes between the two men. Amidst the betrayal and hurt lies an unrelenting love that refuses to go away. As they rekindle the fire they thought had blown out, a danger lurks in the surrounding mountains, threatening their lives and love forever.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Taylor Brooks is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Umm… second thought, maybe I should give you a ride home Dave.”
“Why? What’s going on?” Parker asked.
“Yeah. What’s wrong?” Jake seconded the question.
John blew out a breath and gave Jake a somber look. “The ahh…sheriff’s here.”
“He’s not alone,” John answered.
“What do you mean he’s not—?”
Jake wasn’t able to finish his question. It was stolen from his thoughts just as quickly as his breath was.
Standing in the doorway next to the sheriff was Matt Jorgensen, the sheriff’s brother, the man who left this town a year ago and never looked back. The same Matt who he’d fallen in love with and who had completely broken his heart.
All eyes had shot to Jake. He could feel them just boring a hole right through him. His face flushed as he looked at Matt. His jet-black hair was longer. Obviously he had done away with the buzz cut that Jake used to give him every Saturday. A few loose strands of wavy curl fell on his skin-tanned forehead.
There was probably something he should say to break the awkward silence which surrounded them, but he was coming up blank. Even in the dimly lit room he could see Matt’s striking green eyes staring back at him. He hated how much he still missed the vibrancy they held. So many nights he had stared into those same eyes, and now they stood across a room from him, looking back as though the past year had never happened.
He looked entirely too good for a man that Jake swore he’d never allow into his life again, much less his fantasies.
“Okay, since no one’s going to talk I’ll jump in and break the ice. Lord knows it can’t get any more fucking uncomfortable in here than it already is. Jesus, if I had a knife I’d slice a piece of this tension pie and hand everyone a slice,” Sheriff Jorgensen said. “So, John here tells me you had a problem here tonight, Jake.”
“Had a problem. Past tense. Thankfully the asshole is gone now. Just left,” Jake answered.
“Great. That makes my job a lot easier. That must have been that blue sedan I saw peeling down the road on my way in,” the sheriff said.
“Look, thanks for stopping by. But, I’m closing up for the night. It’s been a long day. And I’d really like to call it a night. Can you guys just show yourself out?”
Jake turned away, and walked back behind the bar to the kitchen entrance. He didn’t want to be in the same room with Matt, but even more so, he couldn’t stand by and watch him walk through another door again. He may have written Matt out of his life, but his fucking feelings for him still lingered like a damn cold that refused to go away.
He heard a few replies of various forms of goodnights and goodbyes and then waited until he heard the cars pull away.
Standing in the kitchen he rubbed at the ache in his chest. Damn if it didn’t still feel like he loved Matt. It had been a month since he’d allowed him to enter his thoughts. The days of having him seep back into his subconscious with ease no longer plagued him. It took him forever to be able to fall asleep at night without seeing Matt’s face before him. Now he was back, and Jake wanted to know why.
Actually no, screw that. He didn’t want to know at all. Matt was the one who had left him. He’d walked out and closed the door on their relationship long ago with little regard for how much Jake had pleaded with him not to leave. The last thing he wanted was to get caught up in that whirlwind of heartache again.
Lord only knew why Matt came back at all. He had no desire to talk to him. All he could do was hope it would just be a quick visit and he’d be gone sooner rather than later.
Feeling a bit calmer, Jake walked back out into the bar to lock the doors for the night. He barely made it through the swinging saloon-style doors when he saw Matt sitting at the bar. His fingers were laced together while his arms rested atop the counter. It was an image that Jake had seen a thousand times before over the years. Yet, as he stood there, looking back at the man who was once his whole world, he couldn’t help but feel like he was seeing a complete stranger.
Jake felt frozen. Both anger and hurt were riding just beneath the surface of his overflowing emotions, but he refused to let any of them show. He wouldn’t give Matt the satisfaction of knowing how much he still affected him.
“Hi.” Matt’s voice was soft, almost like a whisper.
Refusing to answer his former lover’s polite greeting, Jake remained silent. How Matt even thought he could just walk into his bar after a year and offer nothing more than a simple hello was beyond him anyway. The man he once loved had a bit more compassion than that.
Matt exhaled deeply. “You’re not going to talk to me are you?”
Jake cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “What would you like me to say?”
“Shit, I don’t know. Anything. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Okay.” Jake took a few steps forward and leaned on the bar. “I’m thinking, what dumb luck. Out of all the bars in all the word, Matt Jorgensen walks into mine.”
The pounding in Matt’s chest seemed so much louder than everything else around them. Shutters beat against the side of the house making the walls shake. In the distance a roar of thunder filled the canyon as hard droplets of rain pelted down against the ground like hail hitting glass.
Just minutes earlier he had been outside, trying to fix the ignition switch on Jake’s Chevy. The storm had come out of nowhere. The once bright skies quickly turned to a dark shade of grey and cast a gloomy shadow above their house. Before he even realized the severity of what Mother Nature was about to unleash on him, he was already drenched and running into the house.
That was the last thing he remembered before Jake had grabbed him. Pinning him up against the back of the door, he’d nearly fallen over from the surprise attack. Jake’s hands, his glorious hands roamed and searched Matt’s body almost greedily while his tongue went on an entirely different journey.
Jake lifted his wet t-shirt, nearly ripping it off of him with force to get to his soaked skin. He then trailed his tongue along Matt’s stomach, working it in a circle around his belly button. Matt hissed out a breath of sweet agony. Jake knew how sensitive that area was, how it shot little waves of lust straight down to his cock.
His lover had always been giving, never greedy, but he especially loved it when he took charge like this. Grabbing him, controlling the situation and taking what he wanted, it was stronger than any aphrodisiac out there, and it literally drove Matt crazy.
Blood was rushing through his veins faster than the speed of light. His cock was throbbing, aching for a lick from that velvety tongue which was currently teasing him to the point of insanity.
Jake and he had made love plenty of times. They’d cuddled and spooned and done every romantic thing a couple could do. This wasn’t a time for slow and easy though. There was a time for that, and then there was a time to fuck, and this was definitely one of those times.
“Mmm…someone’s getting hard,” Jake teased.
Matt grinned. “Yeah, imagine that. Funny how your tongue always seems to have that reaction. I would’ve thought you figured that out by now.”
“Oh. I figured it out long ago. Why else do you think I do it?”
“I don’t know, Why do you? I keep forgetting what comes next. Maybe you should remind me?” Matt teased, loving every minute of it.
“Forgot again, huh?”
Jake unzipped his jeans, but left the button fastened. Then he pulled the two sides of denim aside and slid his tongue through the opening.
Matt relished in the warm glide of Jake’s tongue against his boxers, but wanted more. He thrust his hips toward Jake’s face and grabbed onto the back of his hair. Running his fingers through his light brown hair he muttered moans of both appreciation and desperation.
Jake was teasing him, prolonging the anticipation. It was something he loved and hated at the same time. He couldn’t help but relish in the taunt Jake offered, but damn if he didn’t want to cut the delicious chase that he knew Jake could give him.
“Why do you tease me?” Matt asked, his voice filled with longing.
Looking up, Jake grabbed onto the sides of Matt’s jeans and leisurely tugged them down. With their eyes locked on one another, he worked them down, taking his boxers with them until his cock jutted out in front of Jake’s face.
His flesh was stretched tightly against his erection. The purple veins distended through his swollen cock proving how quickly Jake could take him to full blown frenzy.
Licking his lips, Matt asked, “What do you want? Tell me. You know how I love to hear it.”
“Suck me, baby. Fuck me with your mouth.”
Jake attempted to make it sound like an order, but the torture he was feeling betrayed him. He probably sounded more like a horny teenager than a dominant lover.
Whatever he sounded like, it hadn’t mattered. Jake closed his lips over the tip of his cock, sucking the liquid secretion of pre-cum into his throat and moaning.
Yes. Oh God Yes!
Matt worked his fingers on Jake’s scalp. Pushing Jake’s head further down, Matt waited until he opened his mouth wide and took the entire length of his cock in.
Matt dropped his head backward, hitting it against the back of the door. He winced, but only for a second. The heat of Jake’s mouth felt too good to be distracted by anything else. His lips clamped down tightly, sliding up and down his length taking him deeper into the back of his throat with every bob of his head.
Already Matt could feel the pull of his climax. That was always the way it was with Jake. Like a race car, he could go from zero to sixty in no time at all. There were no limits to what Jake could cause.
Jake’s gag reflex kicked in when Matt pushed himself back too far, but he didn’t pull away. It caused Jake’s throat muscles to contract in vibration against Matt’s head. Grabbing onto the back of Jake’s hair, Matt’s clenched fistfuls of it in his hands and held him still. The first wave of his orgasm shot through his body. His hips bucked when the first spurt of cum shot into Jake’s mouth.
Matt let out a guttural roar as the rest of his climax rippled through his body. His body jerked as Jake sat on his knees. Keeping his lips closed tightly around Matt’s cock, Jake swallowed every bit of his semen.
Seconds passed until Matt closed his eyes. He lost track of time and got lost in the euphoria.