Brooklyn Bound
A Totally Bound Publication
Brooklyn Bound
ISBN #
978-1-78430-343-3
©Copyright Jenna Byrnes 2014
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright December 2014
Edited by Rebecca Douglas
Totally Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing,
Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Totally Bound Publishing is a subsidiary of Totally Entwined Group Limited.
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Burning
and a
Sexometer
of
3.
Rose & Thorn Society
BROOKLYN BOUND
Jenna Byrnes
Book three in the Rose & Thorn Society series
Tucker and Gabe discover they’re soulmates. If only they can get Gabe’s wife Brooklyn to admit her own true desires.
Tucker Gleason is a junior partner in the prestigious law firm of Dryer, Stokes and Associates. His career is going well—he’s on track to make full partner, having won more cases than any other lawyer in the firm. His love life is another matter. On his own for too long, he gets a much needed jolt when he meets one of the owners of the construction company hired to build the new law firm offices.
Gabe Conner is a happily married man, until he meets Tucker and is reminded of the hot gay relationship he experienced in college. Thinking it was just youthful experimentation, he never mentioned it to his wife. But now that he’s met Tucker and the two men are so drawn to each other, he has no choice but to bring it up.
Brooklyn Conner isn’t as shocked to learn her husband has gay tendencies as she is to find out he’s interested in one of her bosses. She’s a paralegal at Dryer and Stokes, and worries about losing not only her husband but also her job if things fall through with the sexy junior partner. She can’t resist their advances when they both join forces to seduce her, and quickly decides she doesn’t need to.
Sex with two men is hot.
Until Tucker’s true appetite is revealed, and Brook’s vanilla world is turned upside down.
Dedication
To my one and only.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Lincoln Navigator: Ford Motor Company
Joe Boxers: Iconix Brand Group
1969 Pontiac Le Mans: General Motors Company
Pop-Tarts: Kellogg’s
M&M’s: Mars, Inc.
Gucci: Gucci Group, Kering
Chapter One
“Suck it!”
Tucker Gleason snapped his head to the left upon hearing the command. The speaker was a handsome man with long, flowing black hair and the tightest abs he’d ever seen on someone who was obviously in his forties.
And the longest cock.
His mouth watered at the sight of the thick shaft with a bulbous purple head.
Two naked men knelt in front of the well-hung Dominant, paying homage to the magnificent stud. Hands cuffed behind their backs, both subservients used mouths and tongues only, enthusiastically working together to give the man what appeared to be one hell of a blow job.
The Master patted each of their heads. “That’s it. Good… So good.” He glanced up and spotted Tucker watching. A mixture of lust and pride shone in his eyes as he smiled. “Care to join us? We’ll always make room for one more.”
Tucker waved and kept walking. “Another time, but thanks.” He passed three men who were vigorously chain-fucking on a burgundy-colored leather sofa, and passed a group of four male bodies, melded into such an odd position that he couldn’t tell
what
they were doing.
The door on the far wall led into the bar and lounge area of the Rose & Thorn Society, one of the biggest BDSM social clubs in Southern California. Tucker and his former partner Mason had frequented the place in their heyday. Both of them had loved the bawdy, raucous activity. Mason would have taken the long-haired hunk up on his offer in a heartbeat, as long as Tucker had agreed. They’d been adventurous in those days, playing hard and loving well.
Mason had been gone nearly a year, and Tucker hadn’t been back to the club in all that time. At first he hadn’t been interested, and after a while he just hadn’t thought he’d be able to face the people there. Eventually he’d settled into a celibate routine made easier by long hours at work and the occasional hand job in the shower.
Recently, the old urges had returned and Tucker had realized that at thirty, he was too young to live like a monk. He’d updated his ‘clean bill of health’ certificate and had returned to the club, thinking that perhaps a night of
not thinking
would be just what he needed. But now when it came down to it, he wasn’t ready to hop in the sack with people he didn’t know. The scenarios in the gay-themed room had turned him on, but for some reason he just couldn’t dive back in. It was more difficult being there alone, he decided, but it wasn’t
just
that. He missed Mason. He missed being in a relationship, waking up with someone, going for coffee and muffins on Sunday or staying in bed all morning and going out for a late lunch.
Being alone sucks.
He didn’t stop for a drink at the bar, just left and climbed into his dark blue Lincoln Navigator, then headed home. Returning to his two bedroom condo didn’t cheer him up much, because as he walked through the spacious living room all he could see was Mason. Photos of the man and shots of them together, grouped in black and silver frames that matched the décor of the room his old lover had fashionably decorated. He’d thought about changing things up, but Mason had had the flair of the duo, and Tucker wouldn’t know where to begin. He had a diploma from the University of Southern California and a law degree from Stanford, but decorating was
not
his thing. The house looked nice and that was good enough for him, even if it did remind him on a daily basis of what he’d lost.
Standing in front of the fridge, Tucker downed a bottle of cold water then went to plug his cell phone into the charger for the night. A small green light blinked at him, notifying him of a text message. He kept his phone on silent, hating it when people’s cells constantly chirped or buzzed. He’d check his messages in his own time, not when the phone told him to, much to the chagrin of his father, who was also his boss.
He scrolled through a couple of screens and saw that the message was indeed from William Dryer, the man his mother had married when Tucker was two. The only father he’d ever known, and definitely more of a dad than the man who wouldn’t give up legal rights so that Will could adopt him.
Remember our meeting at eight a.m. tomorrow. Don’t be late.
Tucker’s fingers flew over the keyboard of his smartphone.
I’ll be there.
Setting the phone down, he started for the bathroom where he could take a leisurely hot shower and release the pent-up energy he’d acquired at the Rose & Thorn. Partway down the hall he realized he was tired and not all that horny anymore. Sleep sounded better than sex.
In his large bedroom, he kicked out of his jeans and fumbled for his cock just to make sure. A couple of pulls verified that he wasn’t all that interested. After stripping to his boxer briefs, he used the bathroom and brushed his teeth before tossing back the covers and falling into bed. Thoughts of Mason had bummed him out, destroying the burgeoning feelings of desire that had barely returned. Something had to change. He’d think about it tomorrow. For tonight, burrowing into his pillow and closing his eyes was all he could muster.
* * * *
Tucker’s office was in a twenty-story building about fifteen minutes from his condo. The law firm of Dryer, Stokes and Associates took up seven floors and was quickly outgrowing that space. His father and the other owner, Arnold Stokes, had recently purchased a plot of prime California land with the intentions of building a new office complex and renting out the first few stories as retail space.
Today would be their first meeting with the architect and construction company who had won the bids for service. His father had spent long hours in the planning stages with the architect, and they were finally going to show the results to Arnie and the other six full partners. Tucker was sure some of the junior partners were bristling because he’d been invited to sit in and they hadn’t. They were blind if they didn’t know that he’d jump over most of them when the next round of promotions was announced. His father had as much as told him he’d be a shoo-in to the upper tier, provided that he worked hard and kept his nose clean. Nothing would be handed to him. He’d buckled down and done just that, and his win–loss ratio of cases was one of the highest in the firm.
Taking the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, he exited then strolled past a bay of secretaries, pausing long enough to wish each of them good morning. Upon entering his office he placed his briefcase on his desk and it was promptly swooped off.
“Good morning, Mr. Gleason.” His fiery, redheaded secretary Fiona moved the case to a side table and removed the items he’d need, placing them on his desk.
He smirked. “Good morning, Fiona. What if I had something personal in there?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve picked up your dry cleaning and purchased your Joe Boxers when we had to go out of town unexpectedly. What am I going to find that’s personal?”
Tucker threw her a steely gaze. “Handcuffs and a whip?”
“Ha!” She closed the case and faced him. “Then I’d say ‘more power to you’. It’s been too long, if you ask me. At least five of the new girls have questioned whether you’re available. I have to lie to them and say no, because if anyone’s going to ‘out’ you, it won’t be me.”
