From supporting role in a TV cop show to above-the-title co-star in a blockbuster movie franchise was crazy. Actually being married to the love of his life: Victor Garcia didn’t have words for that.
He hadn’t found words for the other thing, either. Four months after being shot, he still wasn’t talking about it. The trauma counselor tried, their friends tried, and his husband Andy Martin certainly tried. But they had so much going on. For Victor, it was easier to celebrate life than to look back at almost losing it.
Andy wasn’t the man who would say ‘no, we need to talk’ when the love of his life wanted something else. The tango tour was scandalously fun. Then they got home, and he went to visit his parents, and the bottom dropped out of his world.
He and Victor had already been through a lot together. They both thought, if we could take that, we can take anything. But when he needed Victor most, things went sideways. What if this was simply too much? What if suddenly, at the worst possible time, they’d gone from ‘can’t get enough’ to ‘had enough?’
Neither of them could accept that. So they dug down, and opened up. Because on the other side of this was the rest of their love affair.
Publisher: Independently Published
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 46-65
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Age Difference, Death of Parent, Married Life
Word Count: 95500
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
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.READ MORE
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.COLLAPSE
NEVER ENOUGH is third in a series about co-stars Andy Martin and Victor Garcia, but can be read as a stand-alone.