Bindings and Books (9 page)

“Ahhh!” Ash groaned into the pillow, pushing his hips back toward the invasion.

James coaxed muscles to stretch, lubricating and stimulating Ash’s warm, tight channel, readying him for the next step.

With the constriction around his fingers easing, he urged Ash to his hands and knees. Kneeling behind, he opened the condom, removed it, and then tossed a wrapper on the floor. The head of his cock bumped against Ash’s entrance.

Ash’s breath hitched.

“Okay?”

“Yes! Please….”

Grasping Ash’s hip, he pressed forward until his cock breached the tight ring of muscle.

“Ah!” Ash tensed, his body clamping down on the intrusion.

With sweeping strokes, he massaged Ash’s back and hips, giving his lover time to adjust. His own muscles trembled as he fought the urge to thrust. A bead of sweat rolled down his face, as the warm, narrow channel clenched his pulsing cock.

Pressing forward. Waiting.

He repeated the sweet torment.

Finally, Ash’s body fully cradled him, welcoming him inside. James growled in triumph and settled against Ash’s back, wrapping him in his arms. “Ash, I love you.”

Ash turned his head for a kiss.

Feeling the connection to Ash like never before, James savored the moment. Their lips clung before the awkward position forced them to break away. Raising his upper body away from Ash, he gripped smooth hips. A ragged groan accented each hard thrust as he staked his claim. Long and slow. Short and sharp. The pressure built.

He shuddered as Ash reached down to stroke his own rigid cock. Blood pounded through his veins as he viewed Ash’s gorgeous sweat-slickened body.
And that ass!
Surrounding him. Gripping him. It would be impossible to grow tired of such a beautiful sight.

Sweat trickled down his chest. He wasn’t going to last much longer. After each hard thrust, he sucked in a ragged breath before slamming home again.

Ash arched his back. “Yes. Yes!” His hips jerked. “Fuuuuuck!”

He groaned as Ash’s tight channel squeezed and pulsed around his cock, dragging him, then holding him at the brink—ready to explode. “Ahhh!” With one last thrust, he catapulted off the edge, coming fast and hard.

As he collapsed breathlessly against Ash, his heart slowed and his lips sought out the damp, smooth skin of Ash’s shoulder to taste and tease. With his tongue, he traced the outer edge of an ear. Ash laughed and squirmed. With one last swipe of his tongue, James removed his weight from Ash. The slow slide of his cock pulling from Ash’s body wrung a guttural groan from Ash’s lips.

With the business of cleanup completed, he wrapped his arms around Ash, cocooning him with his body and love. He nuzzled Ash’s hair. “Mine.”

Ash placed a lingering kiss upon his neck and inhaled deeply. “Love you too.”

His arms tightened around Ash, binding them together. The corners of his mouth curled upward before brushing across warm skin. What had he done to deserve this? Amazingly, the gorgeous Ash Bradley-Mills had fallen in love with him—twice!

S
TANDING
BY
his black SUV, James could not keep the smile from his face.
Moving day!
The large terrace house before him was finally theirs. Purchasing a larger home to begin their new life together had been an enjoyable yet difficult process. His previously laid-back and easygoing boyfriend had become surprisingly stubborn over quite a few points. There had been numerous “discussions” concerning the perfectly sized kitchen countertop for Ash’s new, very large, and mind-blowingly complex coffee machine. However, they had eventually found the perfect house on a quiet street close to the bookstore.

Over the past few months, Ash had experienced a few memory flashbacks or déjà vu moments but so far nothing major. Ash remained upbeat, and the saying “only time will tell” had become his mantra. Every single day, James thanked the universe for bringing such an amazing man into his life.

James turned back to the SUV and frowned over the two large boxes on the back seat. Both were labeled “Ash’s ski stuff.” Leaving the boxes, he shut the car door. Perhaps Ash could carry the boxes to their new spare room. He grimaced and arched his back. Those last four trips up and down the stairs had left their mark.

Propped against the front fence, Ash chatted with an old lady. A new neighbor? They seemed to be getting along well. He smiled. Ash probably hadn’t explained their relationship to her yet. Old ladies tended to react strangely to the word
gay
.

Oh well, the old dear was just going to have to deal with it.

He strode toward them. Maybe he should use
that
smile. It always worked on Ash.

As he arrived at the fence, Ash turned to him and spoke very loudly. “This is Mrs. Evans. She lives next door in 21B.”

Flashing his best guaranteed-to-charm smile, he extended his hand to her. “Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Evans.”

“I’ve been telling your young son Ash that I’m a bit deaf, so you’ll have to speak up.”

His jaw dropped.
Son?

Ash’s mouth contorted in an effort to contain his mirth. “Mrs. Evans, this is James. James is not my father. He’s my… umm… my husband.”

“Oh, right, then. Well, young Ash, if you have any trouble with this cradle snatchin’ husband of yours, you can come see me and we’ll sort him out together.” She directed her serial killer stare toward him. “And you! You treat this lovely young man well and we’ll get along just fine, you hear.” Like an army general on parade, she pivoted on her heel and marched off down the street.

Ash laughed and turned to him. “Well, that was an unexpected reaction. I think I’ve made a friend and ally… and you’ve finally met someone who didn’t turn to putty when you flashed
that
smile.”

James finally found his voice. “She’s probably half
blind
as well as deaf.”

Ash grinned. “Come on, time for my ‘old man’ to have a rest.”

With a scowl, James stomped into the house behind Ash. Yes, he was definitely leaving those very large, hopefully heavy, boxes for Ash.

Ahead of him, the ass in tight jeans swayed with each step. His scowl fell away and the corners of his mouth curved upward. He was sure one of the boxes he carried inside earlier was labeled “
Ropes
& climbing gear.”

He bounded up the stairs.

Those ropes were about to be put to good use.

There was no chance of anyone getting any “rest.”

CM C
ORETT
refuses to limit her writing to one subgenre. She writes contemporary, historical, sci-fi, and time travel… and she may have a few paranormal drafts hidden under the bed!

She has lived in the USA and traveled the world gathering inspiration for her stories, but the beautiful beaches of Western Australia will always be her home. She lives in Perth with her daughter, and a cantankerous 18+ year old cat who plans to live forever just to torment her.

An avid reader of love between men, her M/M writing obsession began with Jack and Ianto, characters from the TV series
Torchwood
. This lead to the discovery of Torchwood Fanfiction and subsequently, her desire to write M/M became all consuming.

Her other obsessions are movies, superheroes, and video games with awesome graphics.

She hates housework and anyone who expects her to notice (or care about) the dust on top of the fridge.

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REAMSPINNER
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Bindings and Books

© 2015 CM Corett.

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© 2015 Catt Ford.

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Digital ISBN: 978-1-63476-416-2

First Edition June 2015

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