Payce's Passions

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Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

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©Text Copyright 2014 Piper Kay

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Rue Volley

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Justin Fellers

Edited By

Elizabeth A. Lance

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious and are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events, or locales or persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental.

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Prologue

I’ve been watching them for days now. I can’t believe he could just move on like that. I see them laughing and playing around together, having their own little private moments of touching and teasing. He never did that before, it makes me sick.

I can tell you one thing, this shit is going to end, and that’s a fact. Maybe what I did was wrong, but there was no emotional attachment to the hard dick I brought home, he was just a good fuck is all. There was no heart involved, no emotions, and just tantric sex. I’m not sure why he doesn’t get that.

The whole situation makes me crazy in the head. Night after night I camp in my car, parked outside, with a perfect view of the bedroom window.

Tonight, I’m going past that. I need to hear what’s going on with the two of them. They both act like love struck puppies. He is mine and I will have him back. I know once he sees me, he’ll take me back. Everything was just a huge mistake, I can explain it to him.

***

It’s been dark for a couple of hours and I know their routine like clockwork. They go upstairs and watch TV and God knows what else, before falling asleep. I should be able to get in. Granger won’t bark, he knows me, so it should be good. I had a copy of his house key made a long time ago.

I check to make sure none of the neighbors are outside and step out of the car. I approach the front door, sliding my key into the keyhole, turning it.

Click!
The lock opens.

I turn the knob and let myself in, closing the door slowly behind me.

I search for Granger, but he’s nowhere around.
For fuck’s sake, does he still let that damned dog sleep with him?

Making sure not to make a single peep, I tiptoe toward the stairway. The first step creaks. The footsteps of Granger get louder and he lets out a large bark.

Fuck!

“Shhh Granger, come here boy, come on,” I whisper quietly and the mutt comes to me.

“Granger, shut up, boy!” The shout comes from upstairs.

“Good boy, good boy. Go lay down now.” The dog pounces back upstairs after I pet him.

I take quiet steps until I reach the top floor. I hear them talking, but I need to be closer to make out the conversation. I tiptoe closer, now I can hear, in fact I can actually see them through the crack in the doorway.

“I just don’t see how they could release him, what the fuck is going to keep him from coming here? He could be anywhere at any time really.”

“I know, Damien, I know. Surely Aaron’s not stupid enough to do anything, not with his court date pending.”

“Sure he is, Dax. The man’s an unstable, psychotic fuck, he tried to kill me.”

My blood is boiling.  Did he really just call me a psychotic fuck? He acts like I’m crazy or something.

Chapter One

Dax

As I walk through the front door this evening, it hits me like a ton of bricks. Something’s not right and I can feel it crawling all over me. My first thought is Damien. I walk through the house to find him. I make my way into the dining room, around through the kitchen and out the other door to the living room. I check out back, through the glass doors to the pool when I finally hear his voice coming from upstairs.

I’m not sure what’s going on, but Damien is reaming someone’s ass out. He is not happy at all, and he’s the easiest person in the world to get along with. I rush up the stairs to him.
Somebody’s fucked up something major.

The phone slams down, and I step into our bedroom. Damien’s pacing back and forth, taking deep breaths. Yeah, he’s beyond pissed.

“What’s wrong?” I stop to kick my shoes off in the corner. “Who was that?”

“The lawyer. You are not going to believe this, Dax, the fucker’s out. He’s been out, no one knows how long either.” His face is beet red.

“What are you talking about? No way!”

“Oh yeah. Jail forgot to call and tell us when it happened. I just blasted whoever answers the county’s jail line.” Damien rolls his shoulders back.

“Did I hear the lawyers wrong, because I thought they said there was no way he’d get out anytime soon?”
Shit.

“I could have sworn they said that too. They’ll get back to us when they sort it all out.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” I wrap my arms around him.

He did it again, that sorry bastard is the one person who deserves to be behind bars for what he did to Damien. Right now, the important thing is getting Damien’s mind off the whole thing. I don’t blame him for being upset and worried. Aaron did almost kill him.

“I’m sorry, Dax. It seems that when things are going good, somehow or another, Aaron marches right back into the scene and fucks it all up.” Damien releases me, going over to the bed, stripping down to his boxers. “We don’t have a choice now, but to let them do what we pay them for and stay out of it.”

“Well, if Aaron thinks he’s coming anywhere near my man, he’s getting his ass kicked so hard, he’ll land somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.” I grin at him and start unbuttoning my jeans.

“Tough guy.” He laughs. “You trying to distract me, Dax?” He lays back on the bed, folding his hands behind his head.

“I got your distraction right here.” I grab my crotch, then pounce on the bed.

“Do you now?” Damien sucks in his bottom lip.

“Mmmm...hmm.” I drop down on the mattress and lean over him, rubbing across his chest. My hand slides down to the waistband of his boxers and I glide them over his hip bones and down his sexy legs. I catch them on my finger, and twirl them around in the air.

“Remember when you used to be shy?” Damien starts laughing.

“Yeah right, like there was ever such a thing.”

“You were, Dax. You were adorable, so innocent and shy.” His eyes get all sultry and sexy when he’s playing. I fucking love it.

“I’m not now?”

“Adorable, yes. Innocent or shy?” He coughs. “Not hardly, Dax.”

“Hey, it’s not me who decided to cop a feel on the pool guy’s junk, is it now?” I wink at him and try to keep myself from laughing.

“Oh please, you didn’t seem to mind a bit.” He leans up on his elbows, smiling ear to ear.

“It was stage fright. I didn’t know what else to do, except freeze and let you have your way with me. I needed my job.” I’m about to burst.

“Dax, it took no time at all for you to adjust. Hell, I couldn’t even stroll through the hallways in my own home safely with you around.” He licks over his lips.

“What? Damien, you were the one lurking in doorways waiting for me. Always acting like you needed to get past me. You just wanted to bump nasties with me, didn't you?”

“Shit! Stop it Dax, you’re making me fucking horny now.” He reaches up behind my neck, locks his fingers and pulls me down to him.

"See, here you go again.”

We both start laughing.

I straddle over him
,
supporting my body weight on my arms. I wiggle my body side to side against him, our cocks
warm against each other, swelling and getting harder by the minute. I move back to his face, almost panting like a dog in heat, the man drives me insane. I lean in to kiss him and he reaches inside my boxers, grabbing ahold of me and freeing my dick to rub against his, skin on skin.

“Shit.” A chill shoots down my spine. “I’m supposed to be the one distracting you.”

“Oh believe me, Dax, you are definitely distracting.” He laughs. “Bump nasties, huh?”

I lean back on my legs and wrap my arms around his hips, tugging him up so his ass rests on top of my thighs. He crosses his behind my back, locks his ankles and snugs in a little tighter on me. He holds on to my shoulder with one hand, and I have my arm around his back. We both stroke up and down each other, cock to cock.

“It’s better than saying cock-knocking, right? I don’t care what it’s called, it’s hot as hell.”

“Yeah it is. It’s frottage, baby, and it’s very hot!” Damien pulls me into him for a kiss.