If he's by himself, no one else will get hurt. But there's a fuckload of hurt in being alone.
In the sequel to Wanted: LIghthouse Keeper, Dirk Black, an undercover cop, blows into town for a holiday. Um, except there is no town—only sea and rocks on the far north spit of land in the the Shetlands—and the massive storm that greets him guarantees an indoors holiday.
Being under the covers with his unique lover, Stephan Tavish, is just what Dirk’s been needing. But he soon finds that the storm has also brought a maelstrom of trouble for him and the entire Tavish family—Stephan, his father Peter, and his son Jamie have been swept into a tempest of crime and passion that threatens to leave only heartbreak in its path.
When Jamie disappears, Dirk is forced into seeing from a different perspective. From the secrets hidden in a boy’s school, to crimes committed in a stone-cold basement, even to a final horrendous crash—he learns that getting out alive is only part of the challenge.
Aye, pagan Dirk is forced to call on the “damned father, son and holy ghost” to set the world upright again on Fate’s storm-ravaged playing field.
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Publisher: New Dawn Press
From Chapter 3: Nerve Network
“I need to fuck you.”
“And I need to be fucked.” He raised himself into a sitting position and began to unbutton the denims. “I have a year’s worth of honey to give you.”
Not answering, Dirk lowered his partner’s trousers over his golden-haired thighs and down his calves. The cock, like a hooded cobra, began to rise and shift. “Tell me, tell me what you want, and what you need.”
“I want your dick. I need your everything.”
“Let me suck you first.”
Stephan put a hand on his forearm. “No. I’ll come in a nano-second.”
“Too much honey spoils the hive, sweetheart.”
“No bee ever said such bullshit. Turn me over, lick my crack. Then tongue-fuck me until I beg for your cock.”READ MORE
“Holy shit, I love your dirty mouth.” Still fully clothed, he pushed his lover gently back onto the bed then lowered his body over Stephan’s, using his arms and hands to keep from crushing him. Then he began the frontal attack, piercing his wide mouth with his thrusting tongue. “Tell me, tell me…what you need…”
“I need you, all of you. Cock and tongue, wings and wit, balls and brain. Turn me over, goddamn you, and show me how you missed me.”
“Since you put it that way…” Dirk unzipped the denims and let his heavy cock escape. He turned Stephan on his belly and spread his legs, then sent his tongue from the balls to the tailbone, slow as honey. Under him, Stephan began to rise and fall, using his strong forearms, matching his own rhythm.
“Suck, suck, suck me, fuck me with your long fat tongue…”
Far too soon…when he was close to coming…Dirk whispered a desperate curse and spread gel on the head of his prick, then sent it into the slick warm amber of Stephan’s asshole.
Still poised on his forearms, he leaned down and put his tongue in Stephan’s ear, sucking and licking and moaning his own deep need. “Satin-Stephan my sweet sweet fucking angel, so hot so sexy and hot…”
The climax was so intense he lost his breath and ended up collapsing on his lover’s back, crying with relief and shame for crushing his precious spine. He rolled off, but not before .leaving a trail of spit and cum on the shimmering bed clothes.
“So sorry, sorry, love…”
Stephan embraced him. “That was the best yet, Dirk, darling man. Don’t apologize. Ever. You are my salvation and all my joy,.” he murmured and stroked his sweat-matted hair until Dirk opened his eyes and tried to smile.
“All over. All fucking over, Dirk, from nose to toes.”
“I collapsed on top of you …”
“You’re not a half-ton of rubble, Dirk. You’re my lover. You can collapse on me every bloody time you fuck me, and even when you don’t.” So saying, he inserted a slow tongue and spoke into his mouth.
“The last time we were in bed together, you made a promise but never followed through.”
“I cannae believe such bullshit,” he said, trying to catch the moving tongue.
Leaning up on one elbow, Stephan grinned. “You promised me a Jacuzzi. Then, sluggard that you are, you fell asleep. And the next morning, you slunk out of town like an outlaw. I want it now.”
“Your bedclothes need a bath a lot more…”
“Fuck that. When they dry, I’ll still be able to smell your hot cum on my pillow. Pure nirvana. So start the water, then come back for me.”COLLAPSE
Like the central characters themselves, this short novel and its companion form a whole, each one incomplete without the other.