Never Enough

by Alexandra Y. Caluen

Andy Martin and Victor Garcia have been married for a little over a year. They’re about to wrap up their roles on ‘L.A. Vice’ and head out on a world tour to promote their movie ‘The Ghost of Carlos Gardel.’ Life should be perfect. But Andy’s father isn’t well, and Victor has to go out on location for a new movie. The time apart comes at the worst possible time.


Victor lifted their joined hands to his lips. “Do something for me?”


“Get yourself a new ring for this hand.” He knew his tone was a little bit wicked. That ring Andy used to wear, before he joined the TV show, had driven Victor crazy. There was something about the smooth metal against his skin. He could still feel it sometimes. “And something for your wrist.” The ring and the leather cuff had somehow made Andy seem slightly dangerous. Or maybe it was all in the way he used that long-fingered, surprisingly strong hand.


Andy was watching Victor think, and pretending not to notice signs of returning arousal. I could have you back in bed in another minute. “Not another tattoo?” They had matching wristband tattoos on their left arms, dating back to their first vacation out of town. Andy only had two: the wristband and the delicate artwork at the base of his throat, also matching Victor’s. Victor had lost one of his tattoos to the bullet wound. Andy knew he would get a new one sooner or later. He didn’t especially want another one himself. “Because that shit hurts.”

“You don’t need any more of those. I’ve got you branded now.” Andy laughed. Victor said, “Could be leather again. I liked that braided leather.”

“I know you did.” He was so tempted to go back to the bedroom. Some days it was like this, especially these days when neither of them were called to the set, neither of them had a meeting, they were free. There weren’t enough of these days. Decision made, Andy stood up and pulled Victor to his feet. Victor stepped over Molly the dog because Andy was moving back, away from the windows, toward the bathroom door. “Silver or gold?”

“Gold. To go with our wedding rings.”

“All right.” They were crossing the bathroom now. Andy was walking backward, Victor’s eyes telling him where he needed to go to avoid crashing. His legs contacted the bed and Victor stopped right up against him. They stood there for a minute, arms around each other, kissing like they hadn’t seen each other for weeks. Then Andy had Victor’s head between his hands, and seconds later both hands lightly around his neck. “You want to feel it here, don’t you. Put that chain on and let my ring rub against it.” Victor hadn’t worn that chain for a while. Andy still remembered the first time he’d seen it, signaling ‘bite here.’

“Oh God. Yes. The way it scraped.” Victor shivered, from that memory and from Andy’s voice. They were both fully aroused now, as if they hadn’t done anything before coffee, or anything during the night. “Jesus, Andy. It’s never enough. I never get enough of you.”

“I know. I love it. I love you.” Andy kissed him again, stroking his hands through Victor’s hair.

“I love you. I wish I’d met you ten years earlier.”

“I wish you had too.” God, did he wish that. Andy bit gently where that chain should be, hands on Victor’s hips now, thumbs stroking in, across and down. Victor had both arms around Andy’s neck, one hand wound into the graying dark hair, his head tipped back and eyes closed. Andy’s voice, that low silky murmur. “How do you want me now.”

“Take me. Take me like you did that first night.” Victor still thought about that, still fantasized about it. There were things to regret about that night, but he’d never surrendered like that before. He would never regret that.


About the Author

A long time ago and three thousand miles away, I wrote my first novel - a historical romance - during graduate school. Twenty years later I finally dusted it off and published it. Since then I have written and published eleven more novels and twenty-nine novellas. My day job is in a law office, I've been married for eighteen years, and I'm inspired by authors like KJ Charles, Laurie R. King, Dick Francis, and Jennifer Crusie.

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