Swap Meet Lolita Lopez French billionaire Max Dantes never expected to spend his Saturday night at a sexpartner swap meet in one of Houston’s swankiest hotels. When smoking-hot firefighter Chris Collins hits on Max, his night takes an even more unexpected turn. Soon he’s pinned to a mattress beneath the sexiest specimen of raw masculinity he’s ever seen… and questioning everything he’s ever believed about himself. Chris went to the swap meet looking for a fling but finds so much more. Soon Max is treating him to the kind of luxuries only a billionaire can offer. But when Max wants something more than an illicit tryst, Chris bolts. He’s just not ready for that kind of commitment or the potential consequences—and prejudices—of going public. Or is he? But by the time Chris realizes his mistake, it just might be too late.
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Chapter One There were many ways Max had considered spending his Saturday night. Standing in a darkened corner of an upscale bar in Houston’s finest hotel hadn’t been among them. He still couldn’t believe he’d agreed to escort Gigi to this swap meet of sorts. When she’d told him of these private swinger parties she frequented, he’d been stunned. His straitlaced CFO was a closet kinkster! He’d never have guessed. The zaftig sexpot swung her voluptuous hips as she prowled for the man she’d take back to her suite and fuck senseless. Interested men slipped cards into her hand or the waistband of her ass-hugging pencil skirt. Some cards she discarded immediately. A few she kept. Which man would she ultimately choose? As she’d explained to him on the drive over in his chauffeured car, couples received invitations to these exclusive gatherings based on connections with others in the closeknit group of elite Houstonians. They separated from their partners at the door and indulged in a passionate night of no-strings-attached sex in a safe environment. Max had never been in a place so sexually charged. His body buzzed with the tension saturating the air. The walls of the room practically pulsed with lust and heat and need. His idle gaze moved around the bar, taking in the offerings. None of the women appealed to him. They were all beautiful and primped but they just weren’t right. He wanted something he couldn’t quite name. For some time now, he’d struggled with his inability to pinpoint what, exactly, was missing from his life. Women threw themselves at him on a daily basis. The perks of being a jetsetting billionaire, he supposed. He’d sampled most of the world’s most luscious beauties and yet never had he felt that connection, that sizzling snap of rightness when two lovers came together and sparked.
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And he wanted that. He craved that more than anything. Would he find it here, tonight? The sensation of a lingering gaze caught Max’s attention. He surreptitiously looked in the direction of the heated stare. A ripple of surprise shook his core. He’d met the gaze of a ruggedly handsome younger man. He wore his dark hair short and rakishly unkempt. His tailored suit outlined a muscular form, the kind of body one spent hours maintaining. The darkened atmosphere of the bar made it nearly impossible for Max to see the man’s eye color. Light, he guessed, maybe green or blue. Max swallowed hard, a bit uncomfortable under the man’s intense gaze. He’d been checked out by men before but never like this. The guy was relentless. Max could almost feel the stranger’s hands drifting over his naked skin, his lips brushing against his neck. White-hot quivers rocked Max’s belly. His face flamed under the licentious stare. When the man started toward him, crossing the crowded room like a sleek, prowling cat, Max went rigid with shock. He’d never been pursued like this—and it made him so hot. Arousal blossomed in his chest. His cock stiffened slightly, pressing against the placket of his boxers. His body’s reaction to this aggressive pursuit puzzled Max. He’d never responded to another man. Hell, he’d never responded to another woman like this. His head swam with desire and excitement and uncertainty. Was this what he’d been missing all these years? He stopped less than a foot from Max, invading his personal space without so much as a by your leave. His body heat penetrated Max’s clothing. His smell, something brisk and spicy, invaded Max’s senses, made his belly roll with unexpected desire. There was just enough glow from the recessed lighting for Max to make out the other man’s piercing blue irises. A faint scar marred his chin. Another, even lighter, marked his left cheek. The imperfections lent him a rough, roguish air. With an expectant lift of his brow, the man held out a card. Max’s eyes widened at the bold move. In that long moment of indecision, their eyes locked. Fire licked at Max’s
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skin as the man’s gaze bore into him, seeming to peer right into his soul. There was suddenly no question in Max’s mind. He took the card, their fingers touching for a split second, sparks of desire igniting between them. Max glanced down at the card. There was a name and a room number. Chris. 314. By the time Max looked up again, Chris had stealthily departed. Gripped by an unexplainable fear, Max scanned the bar. His gaze settled on the wide expanse of Chris’ back. He lithely moved through the crowd, sidestepping cozied-up couples. As he neared the exit, Chris paused and glanced over his shoulder. Their eyes met over the shadowed expanse. Max’s gut clenched with need. Chris shot him a wicked grin and wink before disappearing. Rooted to the spot, Max clutched the card in his fist. Every fiber of his body screamed for him to make chase. Only the quietest voice of dissent invaded his lusty thoughts. Taking off after a strange man in a hotel had to be the riskiest thing he’d ever contemplated. Who knew what kind of trouble he might encounter. Or what heights of ecstasy… To stay or to go? Max pondered his options carefully. He couldn’t shake from his mind the brief sensation of their fingers touching. His skin still tingled. He burned with hunger for Chris, craved the chance to try something he’d never before contemplated. His feet moved forward even before he’d settled his mind on the matter. Mouth dry, Max stepped into an elevator and hit the button for the third floor. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the shiny cold metal of the box. The excitement of the unknown threatened to collapse his knees. When the doors parted, he could barely muster the ability to walk. By now his cock stood fully at attention and pressed almost painfully against his boxers. No doubt his hard-on was clearly evident through his crisp charcoal trousers. He walked stiffly down the hall, his gaze skipping from door to door, his heartbeat racing faster and faster as he neared room 314. His fingers trembled violently as he stood in front of Chris’ room. Before he lost his nerve, Max balled his hand into a fist and rapped his knuckles against the door. An
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excruciatingly long handful of seconds followed. Had Chris changed his mind? Was this some colossal joke? Or a setup? Max cast a nervous glance around the hallway, wondering if paparazzi lurked around the corners ready to snag a picture of a billionaire seeking out anonymous male sex. Oh, how such a shot would delight his competitors! He’d always been very careful to maintain as much privacy as possible. Standing on the doorstep of a strange man wasn’t his usual modus operandi. He hoped it wasn’t about to bite him in the ass. The door swung open, revealing Chris in all his deliciously sexy glory. He’d cast aside his jacket, shoes and socks. His gray pants and pale blue shirt enhanced the striking beauty of his blue eyes. Max’s mind reeled. Since when had he found men beautiful? Or was it only this man? A boyish grin on his face, Chris stepped aside and silently ushered Max inside. He said nothing as he entered, his body immediately perking to the nearness of the other man. The click and lock of the door behind him sent tremors of anxiety through Max. He felt like a bumbling schoolboy about to get his first taste of all the dirty things he’d seen in porn films and magazines. It was quite unsettling for a man of thirty-seven to feel so naïve. He glanced around the room, taking in the sleek furnishings and upscale fabrics. The room shared the same swanky feel as the bar downstairs. Max’s gaze lingered on the king-size bed. A strip of condoms and a small bottle of lubricant rested on a hand towel atop the fluffy comforter. Nervousness gripped him. Never one to shy away from the new and uncertain, Max turned slowly. Chris stood a few feet away, amusement glinting in his eyes. He quirked a smile. “I’m Chris.” “Max.” “Nice to meet you, Max.” Chris took a tentative step forward. “I’ve never seen you here.” “I came with a friend. She needed an escort to get in,” he explained, his eyes trained on Chris as he moved closer. Max sized him up, a cautious voice reminding him one 9
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could never be too sure of strangers. Slightly stocky in build, Chris stood just a little taller than Max. He moved with an almost predatory grace. “I don’t spend much time in Houston. My primary residence is Paris.” A smile curved Chris’ mouth as Max babbled. He gulped as Chris grasped the lapels of his jacket and slowly shoved the garment off his shoulders and down his arms. He draped it over a nearby chair. Max’s breath caught in his throat as Chris’ hand cupped his face, the man’s thumb along his jaw, his fingers just behind Max’s earlobe. “Relax,” Chris urged. “I’ve never…” Max’s voice trailed off as embarrassment burned his face. Admitting his inexperience grated on his nerves. Max’s legendary confidence permeated all arenas of his life, from the boardroom to the bedroom. Or, at least, it had until tonight. Chris studied him carefully. Realization dawned in his icy blue eyes. “It’s all right. We’ll go just as far as you want and not a step further.” The tension eased from Max’s shoulders at the man’s gentle promise. His eyelids lowered as Chris moved closer. He stiffened at the shock of Chris’ lips against his own. Chris remained perfectly still, his warm, soft mouth radiating heat through Max’s lips. He relaxed into the chaste kiss. Chris seemed to sense he was ready for more and slowly moved his lips. When the man’s teeth sensually grazed his lower lip, Max groaned. He suddenly wanted it all. Max clasped Chris’ face, his fingers drifting over the smooth-shaven cheeks. He parted his lips, allowing his tongue to dart out and swipe Chris’ full lower lip. A low moan emanated from Chris’ throat just before he stabbed his tongue between Max’s lips. The taste of whiskey exploded on Max’s taste buds. Chris took charge of the mating of their mouths. His calloused hands gripped Max’s face. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Max noted the roughness of the man’s palms and fingers, realizing they didn’t jibe with the white-collar look Chris projected. Not that he cared. At the moment, Max was more interested in the toe-curling sensations caused by Chris’ talented tongue sliding and rolling over his own. Never had Max been
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kissed like this, so completely and passionately. Max doubted there was any return from such an experience. With one magnificent kiss, Chris owned him. Max moaned as Chris abandoned his mouth for the curve of his throat. As Chris licked and sucked a rather tender spot, his fingers flicked through the buttons of Max’s shirt. He grabbed a fistful of fabric and tugged it free from the waist of Max’s pants. Soon the shirt was hastily discarded. Max sucked in a sharp breath as Chris’ big, hot hands moved over his chest and along his abdomen. His mouth soon followed as Chris alternated butterfly-soft kisses with the teasing graze of his teeth against Max’s pecs. Overwhelmed by the need to explore his lover, Max grasped at Chris’ shoulders, straightening him enough to reach the buttons lining his shirt. Chris captured his mouth in another devouring kiss. Max’s fingers fumbled a bit with the buttons but eventually he freed Chris from the garment. His delighted gaze raked over the man’s tan chest, his fingers twitching for a chance to drift over the crisp brown hair there. He spotted a splash of color on Chris’ upper left arm. Max traced his finger over the tattoo, outlining the brilliant red and orange phoenix gripping a Maltese cross. Gently, Chris took Max’s hand and placed it against his chest. Max could feel Chris’ heartbeat pounding through his breastbone. He bent and licked a dark nipple. Chris made a low growling noise. A second later, Max was pulled into an amorous embrace, their chests pressed tightly together, cocks jutting through their trousers. When Chris tugged at the belt buckle at his waist, Max thought he would pass out right then and there. A thrill rippled through him as Chris lowered the zipper on his pants and pushed them down around his hips. Max toed off his shoes and stepped out of the trousers pooled around his ankles. Chris whirled Max around and gave him a slightly rough shove toward the bed. Exhilarated by the forcefulness of his lover’s action, Max fell back on the king-size mattress, the silver comforter cool against his burning skin. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched Chris shuck his pants. Max’s hungry gaze roamed the utterly masculine form, noting the rippled abs and strong legs. A pair of gray boxer briefs
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hugged Chris’ taut ass. A wet spot on the tented fabric displayed just how badly Chris wanted him. Max swallowed with the realization of what was to come. He relaxed his elbows and rested on the comforter. His own cock pulsed painfully. He too leaked pre-cum, the fluid soaking through the cotton. Max marveled at Chris’ gentility as he knelt down and removed his socks. Chris pressed playful kisses to his knees before rising. His eyes widened as Chris straddled his hips, pinning him to the mattress. The weight of a man pressing him down felt so different and new from the usual sensation of a woman atop him. Chris interlaced their fingers and held Max’s hands high above his hands before dipping down and claiming his mouth. A zing of pleasure shot straight through Max, rushing through his cock. His hormones raged with the excitement of being dominated by this perfect specimen of raw masculinity. Chris nuzzled Max’s neck, sucking and licking and nibbling until Max keened and rocked. His hips bucked, their stiff dicks rubbing and bumping. Each contact brought Max to the brink of coming. It was so forbidden and taboo—and apparently everything he’d always wanted, needed. Max’s head spun as Chris kissed down his chest, pausing to lave his nipples and dip his tongue into Max’s navel. He brushed the tip of his nose across Max’s lower belly, just above the waistband of his boxers. When Chris’ teeth bit the elastic and tugged south, Max nearly stopped breathing. His heart stuttered frantically as Chris coaxed his hips off the bed and divested him of the last scrap of clothing on his body. At the first whisper-soft stroke of Chris’ rough fingers over the sensitive skin of his cock, Max jumped and whimpered. He silently cursed the puppy-like yelp, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He felt so incredibly juvenile. He’d had sex more times than he could even remember but tonight, for all intents and purposes, he was a virgin. And yet he trusted Chris implicitly with this first experience. The man was a stranger, yes, but he radiated the warmth and patience of an incredibly kind and
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generous person. As ludicrous as it sounded, Max felt as if he’d known Chris a lifetime or more. “Unhhh!” Max groaned loudly. Chris had cupped his balls, massaging them in his meaty hand. Max cried out at the first wet flick of Chris’ tongue against his cock. He fisted the comforter and fought to breathe. Chris stroked the broad width of his slick tongue along the length of Max’s cock and swirled his lips over the head. He moved lower and sucked Max’s taut sac into his mouth. Max thrashed side to side at the unbelievable sensation of this man’s tongue and lips on his most private area. He yielded to Chris’ silent urging to place his feet on the mattress. Soles planted on the comforter, Max felt incredibly open and vulnerable. Chris’ tongue flicked even lower, sliding over the hidden patch of skin there. Spreading Max’s thighs, Chris dared to lick even farther south. Max tensed, his belly vibrating wildly as Chris rimmed his puckered hole. Chris’ pointed tongue teased mercilessly. His nose pressed into Max’s balls. He prodded and sucked until Max hovered on the verge of exploding. As if sensing Max’s near orgasm, Chris backed off and returned his attention to Max’s balls and cock. Max panted and shook as Chris brought him to dizzying heights with the red-hot suction of his mouth coupled with his stroking fingers. Lost in ecstasy, Max barely heard the snap of the lubricant bottle’s lid. A moment later, a slippery finger traced circles around his asshole. Panic seized Max’s chest. Was he ready for this step? “It’s all right,” Chris said reassuringly. “You’re in control.” Max nodded stiffly and stared at the ceiling, willing his muscles to relax. Chris wrapped his lips around the pulsing head of Max’s cock and sucked expertly. His slick finger pressed against the tight entrance. Max exhaled noisily at the shock of intrusion, wincing at the strange sensation of a finger sliding in and out of ass. Slowly he grew accustomed to the new feeling. In tandem with the ball-draining suction of Chris’ mouth, Max found the penetration wildly arousing. His hips pumped subtly, silently urging Chris to plunge
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his finger deeper and faster into his hole. Chris happily obliged. When Chris’ finger bumped against his prostate, Max’s hips rocked off the bed. Chris chuckled around his cock, the humming vibrations settling in Max’s drawn-up sac. Max threw his head back and reveled in the debauchery of the moment. Chris’ tongue flicked along the weeping slit of his cock, gathering the creamy juice oozing from his overly excited member. Max trembled, a mind-blowing orgasm building low in his heated belly. Every pump of Chris’ finger against his sweet spot sent shockwaves rocketing through Max’s body. His hand drifted down, his fingers sifting through Chris’ surprisingly silky brown hair. Max craved this intimacy, needed to touch his lover to make it not quite so sordid. He lifted his head and watched Chris bob on his cock. Chris’ biceps rippled with every thrust of his finger buried in Max’s ass. “Look at me,” Max pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. Chris glanced up, his gaze smoky with desire. A hint of wickedness flashed across his beautiful blue irises. Their eyes locked, Chris deep throated Max’s cock. Nestled in the hot cavern of Chris’ throat, Max erupted in a mind-shattering orgasm. Unable to break the powerful gaze, Max came so hard he saw spots. His cum rocketed through the length of his stiff cock and shot against the back of Chris’ throat. His hips snapped almost painfully. Finger prodding Max’s prostate, Chris hummed encouragingly, his lips and throat tightening as he sucked down every last drop. Gasping for air, Max collapsed back against the comforter. His cock twitched inside the warm alcove of Chris’ mouth, deflating with every passing second. A soothing palm, the skin rough and hot, caressed his lower belly. Ever so slowly, Chris removed his finger from Max’s passage and allowed Max’s cock to slip from his lips. He peppered Max’s thighs and torso with kisses. Max wanted to feel Chris’ weight pressing him down again. He needed Chris’ knowledgeable hands on him. He reached down for Chris, grasping his upper arms and hauling him closer. Chris crawled over him, knees on either side of Max’s waist. He
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threaded his fingers through Max’s hair and kissed him tenderly. Max licked at Chris’ lips, thrust his tongue inside the other man’s mouth and tasted his own salty essence. It was a heady experience. The urge to discover Chris’ body gripped Max. He shoved on Chris’ broad shoulders and rolled him onto his back. Straddling Chris’ hips, Max stared down at his impromptu lover. Nameless female faces raced through his mind. Had he ever felt like this with one of them? How many women had he loomed over like this, their breathless voices begging him to shove his cock into their pussies? He’d found release with all of them, yes, but there had been no sensation of rightness. And not a one of them had ever touched him as deeply as this man, as Chris. Desperate to find out just how wildly amazing Chris could make him feel tonight, Max captured Chris’ mouth with a searing kiss. He pressed all of his need and lust into the fiery union of their lips and tongues. Cupping Chris’ face, Max sucked on his plump lower lip and nuzzled their noses together. The cotton covering Chris’ dick frustrated Max. He wanted to feel the man’s naked cock pressed against his own. Max wasted no time ridding Chris of his boxer briefs. Consumed with desire, Max knelt on the floor and buried his face against Chris’ crotch. Springy brown hairs rasped his skin. He inhaled the invigorating scent of male musk and sweat. Chris groaned and ran his fingers through Max’s hair. He wanted to show Chris the same pleasure he’d just received but feared he’d fall short. “It’s okay,” Chris said, seemingly able to read his mind. He smiled encouragingly down at him. “It’s all feels good.” Max considered his statement and decided to touch Chris as he liked to be touched. There would be some differences, Max was certain, but he couldn’t go wrong replicating the same movements that drove him mad with desire. He’d seen his fair share of dicks over the years in locker rooms and porn flicks but Chris’ easily ranked as the largest. His wide girth and shocking length filled Max with an unexpected
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excitement. Already the head of Chris’ massive cock looked ruddy. Max wondered with amusement if Chris ever became lightheaded because of his erections. At Max’s first tentative touch, Chris hissed and pumped his hips. Max loosely stroked Chris’ steely cock, his fingers gliding over the flushed skin of the thick shaft. The surrealism of playing with another man’s penis didn’t escape Max. He’d participated in his fair share of circle jerks during his years at a Swiss boarding school but there had never been any touching. He’d been incredibly shy as a teenager. The thought of taking part in the wilder parties had terrified him. What had he missed in the ensuing years because of that shyness? Could he have discovered this wondrous closeness and rightness all those decades ago? Licking his lips, Max moved closer and swiped his tongue over the flanged head of his lover’s cock. Chris flexed, his thighs lifting slightly off the comforter. Max allowed saliva to pool on his tongue before swallowing more of Chris’ fat cock into his mouth. The slight tang of sweat and pre-cum tantalized Max’s taste buds. A groan of delight escaped his throat. Chris moaned and pushed his cock a bit farther into Max’s greedy mouth. With every downstroke, Max accepted more of Chris’ hard length between his lips. His tongue slid over Chris’ crown just the way Max himself liked it. Judging by the sounds coming from Chris’ mouth, he enjoyed it too. Try as he might, Max couldn’t take all of Chris’ huge cock into his mouth. He was simply too new and unskilled. But Chris didn’t seem to mind. He caressed Max’s face and whispered gentle encouragements, telling Max again and again how amazing it felt to have his cock sliding between his lips. The compliments swelled his confidence and made Max a bit more adventurous. He licked and sucked on Chris’ balls, loving the smooth skin. Chris’ plump sac drew up against his body as Max teased it with his tongue and teeth. Max widened Chris’ thighs and lifted his testicles with one palm. He eyed the hidden pucker, wondering if he was ready to go that far tonight. Knowing he’d feel cheated if he didn’t, Max pressed his face into his lover’s crease and ran his tongue over
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the tight circle of flesh. Chris cursed loudly and pushed against him, obviously loving every minute of Max’s curious exploration. The taste was so uniquely Chris and he couldn’t get enough. He ate at Chris’ ass like a starving man, instinct taking over his movements. “Fuck!” Chris pulled away suddenly. He wiped a hand down his face. He sat up, every muscle in his well-honed stomach rippling, his burning gaze piercing Max. “Fuck me?” Max didn’t need to be asked twice. He nodded vigorously and clambered onto the bed with little of his legendary finesse. Some lover he was turning out to be, he thought with much chagrin. Chris clasped his neck and brought their mouths together in a sensuous kiss. He stared into Max’s eyes. “How do you want me?” “On your back,” Max immediately replied. “I want to see your face. I want to remember.” The corner of Chris’ mouth curved upward. “All right.” Max’s face grew heated at the realization of how sentimental he’d sounded. Chris, however, didn’t seem to mind. He picked up the lube and placed it in Max’s hand. “Work me with your fingers first, okay?” Max gulped, his body trembling with anticipation. “Okay.” Chris rearranged the pillows against the headboard and reclined against them. Max tore a condom from the strip and moved between Chris’ legs. His gaze settled on the mouthwatering sight of Chris stroking his shaft in his big hand. The ruddy skin still shone with Max’s saliva. “Come on, baby,” Chris urged, his voice husky with need. “Fuck my ass.” Instead of bristling at the feminine endearment, Max felt a rush of blazing heat go straight to his cock. It jutted to life from half-mast, his erection engorging and jumping as blood pumped through the vessels. He dropped the condom and squeezed lube onto
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his fingers. Max lightly worked his own throbbing flesh while slipping a finger into Chris’ ass. Soon he added another, widening them as they slid in and out of the puckered ring. Chris purred and begged for more, swiveling his hips in time with Max’s thrusts. With three fingers buried in Chris’ ass, Max found the swollen gland without any trouble. He pressed against the button, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Chris. “I want your cock,” Chris begged. “Put your cock in me.” Max shuddered upon hearing Chris’ commanding voice. He hastily applied a condom and moved into place, pressing the tip of his cock against Chris’ entrance. He could barely breathe for excitement. Hands on Chris’ knees, Max eased inside Chris’ tight heat, careful not to hurt him. “Ohhh.” Mouth open, Chris closed his eyes and arched his back. “Just like that, baby.” Max had never felt such searing heat in his life. Chris’ ass clamped around his cock, squeezing him so tightly Max thought he might pass out from the exquisite pleasure. He wasn’t sure how deep or how fast to move. Chris’ eyelids fluttered open, his irises dark with desire. Max glanced questioningly at Chris. “I’m not sure…” Chris pulled Max down for a penetrating kiss. He teased his mouth over Max’s and nibbled at his upper lip. “Just do what comes naturally.” Chris bucked against him. “Just feel it.” Max slid home, now buried balls deep. He sucked in a shaky breath. Max kissed Chris, his hand cupping the gorgeous man’s cheek. He pulled back a bit and thrust back inside the hot channel. He gritted his teeth, his cum already threatening to gush from the tip of his cock. He wrestled down his mounting arousal, desperate to make this last, to enjoy every single second of this incredible experience. Max concentrated on the friction of their chests. The delicious contact of their sweat-slicked bodies had him reeling. Chris’ hard cock tapped against his navel, the tip wet and hot.
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Sitting back on his heels, Max altered the depth and angle of his penetration. Chris gasped and ground against him. Max placed his palm on Chris’ lean stomach and hastened his pace. Chris grunted noisily, obviously loving the rougher thrusts. Max wanted Chris to shatter with him and grasped his dick. He stroked the iron rod, earning a slew of filthy remarks from Chris. Max went wild, fucking Chris as he’d never fucked anyone in his life. Chris met every thrust, his expression wanton, his fingers biting into Max’s ribs. “Oh God!” Max shouted toward the ceiling. “God! God! God!” “That’s it, baby. Fuck me hard!” Chris clutched at Max’s sides. “Come in my ass!” Max exploded with a guttural growl. With rigid jerks, he filled the latex reservoir, the air rushing from his lungs with every powerful spurt. He clumsily tugged on Chris’ cock, desperate for him to follow. Chris cried out loudly. Ropy bursts of pearlescent fluid sprayed his chest and splashed Max’s hand. His asshole clamped rhythmically around Max’s cock, milking what remained from his balls. Buzzing from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hair, Max collapsed forward, his cock still buried in Chris’ ass. Chris embraced him, his strong arms comfortingly warm around his shoulders. Basking in the afterglow of orgasmic bliss, Max was only now struck by the reality of the situation. What have I just done?
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Chapter Two Chris held his breath as Max pulled out and rolled onto his back. He sensed Max needed space to come to terms with their illicit tryst. Chris eyed the loaded condom dangling from Max’s penis. He snatched a handful of tissues from the bedside table and took care of it, tying it off and wrapping it carefully before setting it aside. He used the hand towel he’d set out earlier to wipe away the cum clinging to their bellies and the tip of his own cock. Max still hadn’t spoken when Chris finished the post-sex necessities. He placed a tentative hand on Max’s chest, fully aware a little touch might be just what he needed to ground himself. As he waited for Max to come around, Chris studied his profile. He’d never seen such a beautiful man. That aquiline nose, those hazel eyes and high cheekbones—Max exuded the kind of breathtaking handsomeness Chris had always associated with blue-blooded types. French, Chris thought, remembering Max’s statement about living in Paris and the soothing lilt to his light accent. Chris could only guess at what brought him to Houston. Business of some kind. He didn’t strike Chris as the type involved with the oil and gas industry. Perhaps he had some kind of investment in the area. Chris’ sister often spoke of the international money flowing into Houston. Chris still couldn’t believe this gorgeous man had been a virgin to gay sex. From the moment Chris had spotted Max across the bar, he’d just known. This was the man he was meant to meet. He’d been a little surprised by Max’s skittish response when he’d presented him with his card. Only when Max had come to the room and he’d been inches away from Max’s mouth, had seen the very real fear there, had he understood. His first instinct had been to show him the door. Initiating another man into the
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wonders of male sex carried a great deal of pressure. One wrong move and Chris could have soured Max on men forever. But there had been something so endearing about Max’s uncertain gaze. Chris had always gravitated toward older men with tons of experience. The idea of fucking an older man without any experience had been strangely thrilling. To be someone’s first lover had never crossed his mind but when faced with the opportunity, he’d found it incredibly intoxicating. And how right he’d been! Max had proven to be a natural lover. How he’d come this far in life without being jumped by a dozen different men perplexed Chris. He seemed a bit shy. Perhaps that was it. Already Chris yearned to run his hands over Max’s slim body, the muscles lean but defined. Chris pegged him as a runner or swimmer. He might spend hours behind a desk but he obviously took care of himself. That was something Chris respected. He didn’t expect his lovers to treat their bodies like temples but self-respect generally spilled over into other parts of a man’s life. Shallow as it sounded to choose his potential partners based on their looks, Chris had rarely been done wrong by a man who had a little pride in his appearance. “It’s never been like that for me.” Chris stilled, listening to Max’s relaxed breaths. He decided not to reply, to give Max a little time to process the experience. His hand soothingly stroked Max’s chest. “I never thought— I’ve never been attracted to…” Max shook his head. He inhaled deeply, his eyes closing momentarily. Seemingly settled, he rolled onto his side and faced Chris. For a long moment, they simply stared at one another. Their breaths and body heat mingled. “What happens next?” Chris shrugged. He sensed Max needed permission to do whatever felt right. “Whatever you want.” A tiny smile played on Max’s mouth. Chris smothered the urge to claim those kissable lips. “Are you hungry?” 21
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Thrown for a second by Max’s unexpected question, Chris pulled a confused face. “I could eat.” “Good.” Max sat up unexpectedly and slid off the bed. He crossed to the desk and picked up a menu. “Breakfast all right?” “Sure.” Entertained by Max’s sudden change in demeanor, Chris allowed his lecherous gaze to roam Max’s delectable physique. The man had an ass just begging for a squeeze and a swat. Already Chris’ cock stirred. Would he get another chance to taste Max tonight? Max ordered, putting the tab on his credit card, and hung up the phone. Arms hanging idly at his sides, he faced Chris. “Twenty minutes. I’d like to shower, if that’s all right.” “May I join you?” Chris craved intimacy. He doubted he’d ever see Max again. He wanted every minute to count. Wordlessly, Max held out his hand. Chris grinned and left the bed, taking Max’s hand and walking with him into the bathroom. They remained silent as Chris turned on the water and adjusted the knobs to a steamy but not-too-hot temperature. He peeled away the paper wrapping from a tiny bar of soap and placed it on the ceramic soap holder. Once inside the shower, they alternated standing beneath the pounding spray. As they switched positions, their bodies touched, chests sliding, cocks bumping. Chris wound an arm around Max’s waist and pulled him close. He cupped Max’s face and brought their lips together in a searching kiss. Max melted into his embrace. Chris sensed a shift in him. No one could possibly come to terms with such a life-altering experience in the span of only a few minutes but Max seemed to accept the surreal nature of their unanticipated tryst. Chris pressed him back against the cool tile and ravished his mouth, sucking on his tongue and biting playfully at his lips. He held tight to the back of Max’s neck and ran a hand down his lover’s side, following the natural curve of his waist to palm a taut buttock. Chris gave a gentle squeeze and rocked his pelvis, shoving his hard cock against Max’s.
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The soft groan leaving Max’s lips sent a shiver through Chris. Max responded so immediately and beautifully to his sensual assault. He’d had his fair share of one-night stands but never like this. Max welcomed his aggressiveness. Generally the men Chris picked up—or who picked him up—wanted control in these situations. Chris had never been particularly interested in exclusive bottoming or even playing the submissive in the bedroom. Instead of give and take, those tumbles in the sack often were a constant struggle for domination. Chris found those experiences less than satisfying. And those men never stayed. They came, pulled on their clothes and bolted. That Max had chosen to linger, to share a shower and late-night breakfast, moved Chris in a way he couldn’t quite verbalize. Max seemed to possess an intrinsic understanding of just what Chris craved. Chris broke away from their kiss and picked up the bar of soap. He lathered it between his hands and soaped up Max’s chest. His sudsy mitts moved over Max’s lean body, gliding across the sinews and muscles of his sun-kissed skin. “Do you swim?” Max seemed startled out of a trance by Chris’ question. “Yes. Daily. You?” Chris shook his head. “I’m more of a runner and weightlifter.” “I can tell.” Max ran an appreciative hand over Chris’ shoulders and biceps. He took the soap and lathered up his hands. They washed one another in silence, fingers sliding over slick skin. Chris closed his hand around Max’s rigid length and stroked lazily, the slippery foam coating their skin easing the movement. Max copied his actions. As their tongues danced erotically, they brought one another to orgasm. Chris’ toes curled against the tub floor as his hips jerked and cum shot through his cock. Max’s hot seed splashed against Chris’ belly. Breathing hard, they shared a clinched embrace, Chris carefully walking Max back under the spray of the showerhead. Water rushed over their bodies. It was a touchingly intimate moment. Their bodies still vibrated with the effects of their shared orgasms and Chris noted the flush to Max’s neck. He nipped at the throbbing vein there before shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower.
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Chris handed Max one of the white towels hanging from the towel bar. His lustful gaze took in the water droplets clinging to Max’s chest, riding the curve of his belly and gathering along his happy trail. Max’s eyes seemed glued to Chris’ chest for the same reason. He fought the silly urge to flex a muscle or two. A knock at the door interrupted their staring match. As if answering hotel doors half-naked were a daily occurrence, Max wound a towel around his waist and strode to the door. Chris toweled off and listened as Max dealt with the delivery of their room service. Wearing just his towel, Chris left the bathroom and discovered Max setting up the breakfast tray on the circular table near the floor-to-ceiling windows. Fluffy pancakes, an omelet overflowing with veggies and cheese, crispy bacon strips, fresh fruit and orange juice tantalized Chris. His stomach growled noisily. Max grinned over his shoulder. “Come.” Chris settled into a chair across from Max. They piled food on their plates and tucked into the scrumptious fare. Watching Max eat, Chris had the feeling he spent quite a bit of time in hotels. “Do you travel a lot?” Max nodded and sipped his juice. “My business takes me many places. Sometimes I forget what city I’m in when I wake up in the mornings.” “What do you do?” Chris dragged a wedge of pancakes through a river of syrup. “Finance.” Max speared a cube of cantaloupe. “I own a holding group with interests in a variety of sectors.” “I see.” Chris wasn’t well-versed in the world of investments but he had an inkling Max was worth more than he could comprehend. “You work with your hands.” It wasn’t a question. Chris tilted his head with surprise. “You could say that. I’m a firefighter and paramedic. How did you know?” Max showed his palm. “Your hands are rough. They seemed rather out of place with your suit.”
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“Gift from my older sister,” Chris explained. “She’s a bank exec. For some reason, she thinks I need a rack full of suits like that. Personally I think she needs a husband or a dog to spoil.” Chris shook his head as Max chuckled. “She’s got this crazy notion that just because I’m gay I have an interest in fashion.” Max’s smile faltered. He toyed with the food on his plate. “When did you know?” Chris’ eyebrows lifted. “That I was gay?” Max nodded. “Aw hell.” Chris sighed as he thought back to his teenage years. “There wasn’t a single profound moment or anything. When my hormones started to rage, I noticed all the boys rather than the girls. I tried dating girls in high school but it just wasn’t right. Once I made the move to Austin and started college, I figured it out.” A pensive expression crossed Max’s face. “Until tonight, I’d always considered myself straight. I’ve never been particularly happy with women but I’d never had any urge to try a relationship with a man.” His gaze pierced Chris. “Until you.” Chris squirmed uncomfortably. What the hell could he say to that? “Perhaps I’m bisexual,” Max said curiously. Chris shrugged dismissively. “Does it matter? Is the label really that important?” Max considered his question. Whatever tension remained in his body vanished. He seemed to have an “a-ha” moment. “I suppose it doesn’t.” Chris smiled and leaned back in his seat. “Well there you go.” Max exhaled softly, seemingly relieved. His finger circled the rim of his juice glass. “Are you out?” Chris pulled a face. “It’s complicated.” “Because of your job?” Chris nodded stiffly. “I work with some really great guys and gals. Most of them are live-and-let-live types but a few of them? Well…” He grimaced. “It’s just easier to keep my private life as private as possible.” “Is that why you come to these swap meets?”
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“Yes. But I’ve only been here twice,” he added, not wanting Max to have the wrong idea about him. “Anonymous sex isn’t really what I want but at the moment it’s the best alternative I have. Sometimes I drive down to Austin and see some, uh, friends there. Guys I’ve known for years.” “I understand.” And he did. Chris could see it in Max’s eyes. He was such a wondrously open man, so fluid and accepting. Chris wondered if he’d ever meet anyone like this again. “I should go.” Max’s tone was apologetic as he rose from his chair. “I have a morning flight.” Chris sat still and watched Max dress. He was meticulous, his movements so smooth they were obviously second nature. Longing gripped Chris’ belly. Embarrassingly, he wanted to ask Max if he’d ever see him again. How pathetic, he thought with annoyance. When Max had finished dressing, Chris walked him to the door. Max paused uncertainly, his hand on the knob. He caught Chris’ gaze, stunning Chris with the vulnerability reflected there. “I’d like to see you again.” Chris swallowed his surprise. “Would you?” “Not like this,” Max hastily amended. He gestured to the bed. “Nothing so tawdry.” Chris tingled with excitement, his stomach flip-flopping like that of a teenage boy about to score his first date. He grabbed a piece of hotel stationery and scribbled his name and cell number on it. Max folded the slip of paper in his manicured fingers and pocketed it. “I’ll call you when I’m next in town.” “I’d like that.” Chris wavered on the verge of stepping forward to kiss Max one last time. Max seemed to share his indecision. He rocked a bit, as if terrified to make a move. Throwing caution to the wind, Chris clasped Max’s face and nuzzled their noses
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together. Max’s shuddered breath buffeted his lips a mere second before Chris claimed them. They shared a tender, all-consuming kiss before separating. “Good night, Chris.” “Good night, Max.” As the door shut behind Max, Chris collapsed against it, the metal cold against his bare back. Knees wobbling, he braced his palms against the door. Christ, what a night!
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Chapter Three With a startled gasp, Max shot up off his pillow. His calves and thighs clenched and relaxed as cum splashed his belly. He sucked air deep into his lungs. Head pounding, he wiped a hand down his face and collapsed back against the bed. Another wet dream. Another teasing vision of Chris rocking his world. For the last three weeks, Max hadn’t been able to shake Chris from his mind. During the day, his thoughts drifted constantly to Chris and interfered with his work. At night, Chris taunted him, invading his dreams with promises of mind-blowing sex. Max was slowly approaching the end of his rope. He had to get back to Houston—and soon. Max rolled out of bed and strode into his bathroom. He stepped into a hot shower and scrubbed clean. The smell of soap, the steam of the water, brought to mind another shower all those nights ago. Eyes closed, Max could fool himself into believing the soapy hand gliding across his chest belonged to Chris. As Max stroked his stiff cock, he imagined Chris on his knees, mouth open and accepting his rigid length. He pumped his hips, sliding his dick over Chris’ velvety tongue. The suction of Chris’ hot, greedy mouth drove Max wild. With a sharp gasp, Max came, his fingers working the head of his cock until he couldn’t stand another second of stimulation. Max placed his forehead against the tile. He watched the sudsy water swirling around his toes. Not another night. He couldn’t survive another night without Chris. Mind settled, Max left the shower and prepared for his morning swim. Impatient to hear Chris’ voice, he swam away his frustration in his private pool. He’d calculated the time difference between Paris and Houston. He was certain Chris wouldn’t welcome such an early phone call.
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Once in his office, Max called in his assistant and had her clear his schedule for the rest of the week. He was expected in Tokyo by Sunday evening but that gave him three days in Houston. He sensed Michele was curious to know why he needed a flight to Houston and a penthouse suite. He’d concluded all his business in Houston during his last trip. Thankfully Michele knew better than to pry. Once he’d given his instructions, she hurried from his office to make the necessary arrangements. Max didn’t doubt for a second she’d come through beautifully. Relaxed by the thought of seeing Chris again, Max managed to concentrate fully on his work. There were minor emergencies to see to regarding the Middle Eastern markets and media rumors to tamp down about his interests in India. It was always something. Desperate to have a few peaceful days to himself, Max dealt with everything that crossed his desk efficiently and completely. He wouldn’t have Michele interrupting his mini-holiday in Houston with phone messages from this executive or that. Once he left Paris, he would trust his people to do their jobs. As his private car wound through the busy Parisian streets that evening, Max ran a finger across the slip of paper bearing Chris’ name and number. He’d touched it so many times since leaving Houston the paper felt worn and thin in places. The edges of the scrawled letters and numbers looked fuzzy. His heart catapulted into his throat as he dialed the number with shaky fingers. The headset clipped to his ear sounded with a ring tone. Max’s belly quivered with anticipation. “Hello?” Confusion colored Chris’ voice. Max figured he didn’t receive a lot of international calls and hadn’t recognized the number. “Chris? It’s Max.” “Oh.” Chris sounded surprised. “How—how are you?” “Well. And you?” “Great.” “I’m sorry I didn’t call before this.” Max fidgeted with the cuff of his shirt. “I’ve been very busy.” 29
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“I understand. It’s been hectic here too.” Max could hear boisterous voices in the background. He was reminded of a frat house with all the laughing and shouting. The voices faded a bit and Max realized Chris was moving away from them to some place a bit more private. “I’m coming to Houston,” Max said. “I wondered if I might see you tomorrow night.” There was no mistaking the hopefulness in his voice. “I’d like that very much.” Relieved, Max practically melted into the seat. “I’ll be in town for a few days.” “After today’s shift, I’m off until Saturday morning.” Max swallowed and carefully made his invitation. “I have a penthouse suite booked through Saturday. I’d like to make you dinner. We could do whatever you’d like after that,” he finished softly, praying he didn’t sound tasteless. “I can think of a few things I’d like to do,” Chris said, a hint of a smile in his voice. Blood pounded through Max’s veins. He throbbed with desire. “Oh?” Chris started to speak but a horrid racket exploded in the background. Startled by the noise, Max listened intently as a stilted woman’s voice followed the alarm. Chris was being notified of a fire. “Shit!” Chris exhaled loudly. “I have to go. Call me when you land?” “Yes. Of course,” Max replied, a bit thrown by the abrupt end to their call. “Good luck,” he added dumbly. Chris laughed. “Thanks.” The line went dead. Max stared at the paper between his fingertips. Until that moment, Chris’ occupation had been merely a fact stowed away in his thoughts. He was suddenly faced with the reality of such a career. In an instant, Chris went from flirtatious to serious. Somewhere in Houston, someone waited desperately for Chris’ arrival, for his lifesaving skills. Max couldn’t fathom how Chris managed to deal with
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that level of responsibility. And the danger of such a position! Fighting fires was extremely dangerous. Max found it all slightly unsettling. But it wasn’t as if there was anything serious between them. This was simply a fling, wasn’t it?
***** Max cast a nervous glance around the dining room. He ran his finger over the gleaming walnut table and adjusted a taper, the flame flickering a bit. He moved the platter of cheeses, toasted bread, fresh fruit and crudités to the opposite end of the table. Meandering back into the kitchen with its stainless appliances and fully stocked shelves, Max peeked into the refrigerator and tasted the zesty bean salad. He checked the ingredients he’d prepped for their main course and hoped Chris would enjoy the cognac shrimp. A loud knock drew his attention. Apprehension rippled through him. Max selfconsciously touched his hair and smoothed his shirt. As he made his way through the suite to answer the door, he surveyed the rooms. The suite was magnificently appointed with sleek yet welcoming furniture and every amenity a guest could possibly request. Max wanted everything to be perfect for Chris’ arrival. Hand trembling slightly, Max unlocked and opened the door. Chris loomed in the doorway looking ever so sexy in his jeans and dove-gray polo. The impact of his delicious scent sent Max’s pulse racing. Max wrestled down the urge to throw himself at Chris, to bury his nose against his neck and inhale the smell of man and spice that was so perfectly Chris. Instead he stepped aside and grinned. Chris walked past, a medium-size overnight bag slung over his shoulder. “This is nice.” “It’s my preferred suite when I’m in Houston.” Max shut the door and turned the lock. Chris dropped his bag near a couch and crossed to the panoramic window
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overlooking Houston. He gazed out over the skyline for a few moments before turning toward Max with a broad grin on his face. Max’s heart swelled at the sight. “This is an amazing view.” Chris drew closer until he stood only a few inches from Max. He reached out and grazed his fingernails over Max’s cheek. “So is this.” The breath rushed from Max’s lungs as Chris cupped his cheek and kissed him, his lips moving slowly, searching. Max wound his arms around Chris’ shoulders and brushed his fingers over the man’s nape. His other hand drifted lower until it cupped Chris’ ass through the denim. Chris made a hungry noise and pressed closer. Their stiff cocks rubbed together through denim and the cotton of Max’s chinos. Wanting to draw out the anticipation of their eventual lovemaking, Max broke their kiss and rested his forehead against his lover’s. He held tight to Chris’ waist and swallowed hard. “Are you hungry?” Chris chuckled. “Always.” Max took his hand and led him into the dining room. He poured glasses of wine and described the various tasty delights on the platter. They sat down and noshed while discussing their work weeks. Max found Chris’ rundown of his week infinitely more interesting than his own. There wasn’t much difference from one business meeting to another. Chris, on the other hand, attended a series of car accidents, a house fire and even helped deliver a premature baby. Max’s tales of swooping in and buying out a failing company didn’t really compare. When Max moved into the kitchen to cook, Chris followed close behind. He didn’t wait to be asked for help but pitched in immediately. Max found the experience of cooking with his lover oddly domestic. Max watched Chris masterfully wield a chef’s knife. “You know your way around the kitchen.” “We cook three times a day at the station.” He turned that dazzling, heart-stopping smile on Max. “It’s something of a novelty only cooking for two.” “I’m sure.” Max shut off the flame beneath the bubbling pan of shrimp. Plates balancing on his palms, Chris stepped close so Max could dish out portions of the 32
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delectable seafood. They returned to the dining room and took their seats. Conversation flowed naturally as they ate and drank. By the time they started dessert, they’d gravitated closer to one another. Max touched Chris’ strong forearm and hand. Chris fed him a small bite of the creamy lemon and raspberry flan. Sexual tension sizzled between them. “Would you like to join me for a bath?” Max stroked Chris’ cheek. “The Whirlpool tub is amazing.” Interest flashed in Chris’ blue eyes. “Sounds great.” When Chris started to gather up their dishes, Max placed a hand on his wrist. “Leave it.” Standing, Max switched his grip on Chris’ hand and led him through the master suite to the sumptuous bathroom. It was all gleaming silver and marble and granite. He dropped Chris’ hand and made his way to the tub. He fiddled with the water temperature and hot tub settings until they were just right. When he turned around, Chris reached for him and began undressing him. Max enjoyed the feeling of Chris’ hands moving over his body, tugging on buttons and zippers until he stood completely nude. He returned the favor, taking his time to uncover every delicious inch of Chris’ muscular form. They slid into the tub, Chris in front of Max, and relaxed. Max spilled a little aromatherapy oil into the water. The invigorating scent of eucalyptus blossomed in the hot water. The steam filled their noses. Max kneaded Chris’ broad shoulders, concentrating on the knots of tension. Appreciative moans escaped Chris’ lips and the sounds went straight to Max’s cock. It pulsed and hardened and pressed against Chris’ ass. Chris reached back and slid his fingers into Max’s hair. Max peppered teasing kisses along the curve of Chris’ shoulder and neck before placing their cheeks together. They sat silently for a while, simply enjoying the soothing heat and bubbles. Chris moved first, swiftly turning over and straddling Max’s lap. Water sloshed over the edge
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of the tub and saturated the thick bath rug. Max wound his arms around Chris and ran his hands along the wide expanse of the man’s back, Chris’ sensual, slow kisses driving Max to dizziness. He’d never been so consumed by another person’s tongue and mouth. Chris tasted of lemon and cognac, a potent combination if there ever was one. Chris gazed down at him. He caressed Max’s face. “I can’t wait. I need you now.” Max suppressed a groan at the sight of Chris’ wet, glistening body emerging from the bathtub. He stood still a moment and let water stream along his tanned skin before stepping out on the rug. Max accepted his hand and allowed Chris to practically haul him from the tub. They met in a rush of frantic kisses and groping hands. Their overwhelming need rendered reaching the bedroom impossible. They tumbled onto the cold tile and attacked one another. With stabbing tongues and grasping hands, they fought for domination. Eventually, Max won and shoved Chris onto his belly. He clasped the fronts of Chris’ thighs and lifted him onto all fours. Chris gasped sharply when Max probed between his ass cheeks with the pointed tip of his tongue. Max had dreamed of eating his lover this way for weeks. He nearly passed out from the excitement as he made those dreams a reality. He palmed the globes of Chris’ bottom and held them wide, granting him better access. His tongue traced and lapped at the hidden rosebud. Chris moaned and pressed back against his mouth. Max delved even deeper into the crevice, working his tongue right into Chris and fucking him ever so slowly with it. “Max!” Chris rocked back and forth. His heavy breaths echoed in the room. “Oh fuck, Max.” Max sucked on the sensitive skin and plunged his tongue right back into Chris’ hole. His own cock quivered and pulsed as his level of arousal reached an alarming state. There was something so primal and dirty about pleasuring his lover in this way. Max realized he could eat Chris’ ass all day and night and never tire of it. “No more,” Chris said with a strangled groan. He pulled away and faced Max. With a gentle shove, Chris pushed Max onto the tile floor. Max shuddered at the
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sudden chill against his back but Chris quieted his complaint with a searing kiss. He dragged his lips side to side over Max’s cheek. “I want your mouth.” “Take it.” Max started to sit up but Chris shook his head. He crawled over Max, settling his knees on either side of his head. Taking his fat cock in hand, Chris painted Max’s lips with the oozing tip before sliding it inside his hungry mouth. Max’s tongue flicked out and gathered the salty pre-cum from the blunt head. Chris gently pushed his dick between Max’s lips. His thrusts were lazy and shallow. He chewed on his lower lip and seemed to enjoy drawing out every stroke. Other than clutching at Chris’ pumping hips, Max remained passive. He found immense pleasure in being completely submissive to Chris. This was only his second time sucking cock but judging from Chris’ groans and the expression of absolute ecstasy contorting his features, Chris had no complaints. Max’s belly fluttered with white-hot heat every time Chris’ cock bumped the back of his throat. His gag reflex threatened to kick in but he didn’t pull back. He wanted to be completely at Chris’ mercy, wanted to know what it felt like to be owned by this virile man. Chris moved faster. His nostrils flared as he pushed his cock in and out of Max’s mouth. Saliva dribbled down Max’s chin. The wet click and suction of his lips around Chris’ dick ricocheted off the walls. Max gripped Chris’ hips even tighter and relaxed his jaw, taking as much of Chris’ wide, hard length into his mouth as possible. He moaned, suddenly desperate to taste his lover’s cum. Swearing loudly, Chris jerked and shot his hot, salty seed all over Max’s tongue. Cheeks hollowing, Max swallowed and sucked and licked until Chris begged him to stop. He pulled free, his slippery cock sliding against Max’s chin. Chris panted as he crawled away from Max. With tender swipes of his thumb, he wiped away the spit and cum clinging to Max’s lips and chin. Chris kissed him lovingly and Max closed his eyes, loving how gentle Chris could be when warranted. “Let’s get you off this hard floor and onto the bed,” Chris said, his fingers threading through Max’s hair.
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They left the bathroom. Chris threw back the comforter and top sheet on the massive king-size bed and gestured for Max to climb on in. Chris wasted no time crawling over him, pressing him to the mattress and devouring his mouth. Max’s mind reeled as Chris made love to him. He throbbed with desire. Flashes of cold and hot raced through his body as Chris’ lips and tongue and teeth explored every inch of his body. He’d never known about the ticklish spot along his inner thigh or the sensitive patch just above his hip. “Unhhh.” Max arched off the mattress. Chris nibbled at his sac and sucked his balls into his mouth. The wet heat surrounding him sent shivers up Max’s spine. When Chris’ tongue fluttered across his asshole, Max went rigid. It just felt so fucking good. “Roll over.” Max moved quickly. He growled into a pillow as Chris probed him with his stiff tongue. Chris alternated deliberate tongue thrusts with sucking and licking around his hole. A spit-slicked finger slipped inside him. Max pushed back to encourage Chris’ thrusts. He couldn’t think, could hardly breathe as Chris fucked him with his thick fingers and teethed and licked at his plump sac. Max wasn’t ready to take anything bigger—not yet—but soon he wanted all of Chris buried inside him. “On your back,” Chris ordered breathlessly. Still trembling from Chris’ oral attention, Max rolled over and settled against the pillows. His cock stood at attention, jerking and twitching as blood rushed through the organ. Chris snatched a condom and lubricant from the bedside table where Max had placed them earlier. He tossed the condom at Max and used the lubricant to ready himself. Max’s fingers shook with need and anticipation as he rolled the latex sheath over his stiff rod. He held the base as Chris moved into position, squatting over him and teasing his slippery ass over the tip of Max’s cock. “Fuck, yes!” Chris clamped his eyes shut as he impaled himself on Max’s cock. The air rushed from Max’s lungs at the sight of his dick disappearing inside his man.
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His man? Max would have pondered the possessive shift in his thoughts but was more concerned with shoving down the urge to grab Chris’ hips and slam his pulsing cock into him repeatedly. Chris adjusted his legs until his knees rested on the mattress. Max caressed his lover’s washboard stomach, the crisp hairs rasping his palms. He sat up and swirled his tongue over Chris’ collarbone then sucked on his neck until he left a mark. Chris squirmed on his lap, his muscles relaxing around Max’s dick. Max allowed Chris to shove him back to the bed. Bracing his hands on Max’s belly, Chris started to ride him. His first movements were shallow and brief. Max flexed his calves and lifted his hips to meet every downstroke. He held tight to Chris’ thighs. Max’s jaw clenched at the sensation of being clamped by the unbelievable heat of Chris’ ass. It electrified every fiber of his being. Chris became incredibly vocal as he rode Max with even more vigor. Max could only lie back and hang on for the ride. He’d never been fucked like this, never had a lover bouncing so hard on his cock that the entire bed shook. Chris’ bottom slapped against Max’s thighs. His big, thick cock smacked against Max’s navel, leaving wet smudges in its wake. Max wrapped his fingers around his lover’s penis and stroked him quickly. He wanted to see cum rocket out of the tip and splash his chest. The fingers of Max’s free hand bit into Chris’ waist as he snapped his hips and continued working Chris’ cock. Max was so close to coming. His balls drew up against his body. “I’m going to come.” “Yeah, baby,” Chris panted, grinding his ass around Max’s dick. “Fill my ass with your cum.” Ecstasy exploded in Max’s lower belly. His mind went completely blank as he came, hips jerking, toes flexing. He lost control of his thoughts and slipped into his mother tongue, shouting French obscenities. Chris followed quickly. His hot, sticky seed coated Max’s hand and belly. The rippling contractions of his asshole milked the last remnants of Max’s orgasm.
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With a loud groan, Chris collapsed forward. He trembled slightly and tucked his face against Max’s neck. Still buried but softening in his lover’s bottom, Max embraced Chris. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air. Heat radiated from their bodies. Chris rolled away eventually. Max rose on shaky legs and followed him to the bathroom where they went through various post-sex ablutions. Chris returned to the bedroom first. Max made his way through the penthouse suite, shutting off lights and stowing leftovers in the refrigerator. When he returned to the bedroom, Chris rested on the far side of the bed. He smiled sexily and held out a hand. “Come here, baby.” Warmth filled Max. He flicked off the last lamp and climbed into bed. Chris gathered him close and brushed his lips over Max’s forehead. Having never felt so relaxed or secure in all his life, Max drifted off to sleep in his lover’s arms. Would anything ever compare to the rightness of being held by this man?
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Chapter Four Chris woke with his nose nestled against Max’s nape, the faint scent of his lover’s cologne mingling with the musk of sex and sweat from another torrid night together. He squinted over Max’s shoulder at the alarm clock and gave a little groan of annoyance at the realization he had just around two hours to report to the fire station. Not wanting to leave the warmth of their shared bed, Chris shifted closer to Max. His body ached from their weekend of amorous activities—but it was a good ache. They would go their separate ways and these little muscle twinges would serve as a welcome reminder of their amazing time together. His cock stirred to life and bumped against Max’s ass. Chris yearned to bury himself in Max’s tight, hot sheath. They had made some headway in that department. Chris refused to pressure Max into giving him his ass cherry. That was a decision Max needed to make on his own and Chris was more than willing to wait. Until then there were plenty of other ways to get his fill of this sexy man. He nipped at Max’s shoulder and rocked his hips. Max issued a throaty moan. Half asleep, Max pushed back against him. Chris smiled and sucked Max’s earlobe between his lips. He bit down gently. “I have to leave.” Max stilled. “So soon?” There was no mistaking the disappointment in his lover’s voice. Chris experienced an odd thrill at the realization Max would miss him. He planted a noisy kiss on Max’s neck. “I have to work today.” Max sighed sadly before rolling over. His delicate fingers clasped Chris’ face. Eyelids lowering, Chris enjoyed the sensation of Max’s fingertips ghosting over his stubbled jaw. When Max’s lips touched his, Chris welcomed his lover’s invading tongue. Their arms wound around one another as they exchanged languid kisses.
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Fingers sifted through hair. Lips skimmed over cheekbones. Their hands drifted lower until they stroked one another’s stiff cocks. Their tongues darted in and out of one another’s mouths. It was the most sensual of choreographed interludes. It didn’t take long for Chris to climax. They came almost together, Chris just a second or so before Max. Their male essences mingling, Chris clung to Max. The thought of leaving him, the uncertainty as to whether or not he would ever see the man again, paralyzed him. He wished with every fiber of his being he could simply stay like this forever. But he couldn’t. Reality intervened and Chris reluctantly untangled himself from Max and climbed out of bed. He hesitated next to the bed and held out his hand. “Shower with me?” Max smiled and happily joined him. They said very little as each took turns soaping up the other, both a bit pensive. While Chris changed into his uniform, Max disappeared into the kitchen. Chris caught the scent of freshly brewing coffee and then bacon. His stomach growled in anticipation of yet another of Max’s delectable meals. For a man so flush with cash, Max seemed so at ease in the kitchen. Chris hadn’t expected that of him. Fortunately the man was full of surprises. Spatula in hand, Max turned toward Chris as he entered the kitchen. “Scrambled eggs all right?” “Yeah.” Chris fixed two cups of coffee, sloshing plenty of sugar into his and leaving Max’s untouched. He placed the cup of black coffee on the counter close to Max. Chris kissed his cheek and watched him stir the curdling eggs. “You want me to toast those two bagels leftover from yesterday?” “Please.” “Sure.” Chris found the paper sack and plunked them in the toaster. “Do you have a passport?” Chris was momentarily thrown by Max’s question. “Yes.”
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“Any vacation time?” Chris stepped to the side and carefully studied Max. “I have seven days off in about a month. Why?” Max switched off the flame and started plating the eggs next to the strips of crispy bacon. “I want you to come with me.” “Where?” “France.” Max held out the plates. “I have a chateau not far from Provence. We could even spend a few days on my yacht.” Dumbstruck by the request, Chris simply stared at him. A vacation invitation complicated things. It brought into question the status of their liaison. What did this mean? Surely a pair of illicit trysts didn’t warrant a holiday in the South of France. Did they? “Chris?” Max gestured slightly with the plates. “Sorry.” Chris took the plates and moved to the dining room. Max followed with the bagels, some cream cheese and orange juice. He placed his load onto the table and then paused uncertainly. “Is it too much too soon?” “No!” Chris hurried to reassure him. “Or maybe.” Shaking his head, he sat down and reached for the cream cheese. “I mean, what are we doing, Max? What is this?” Max sat down and poured a glass of juice. “I thought this was the beginning of a relationship. I like you very much and I would like to see more of you.” “In France?” Max smiled. “Anywhere. Everywhere. Wherever I can.” Chris wasn’t sure what to say to that. He’d never been pursued like this. He kept his relationships confined to sexual escapades and the occasional club run. To accept an invitation like this upped the ante, so to speak. Was he ready for that sort of thing? And what about Max? He seemed to be rushing somewhat into his first gay relationship.
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“Max,” Chris said carefully, “people might see us together and figure out that we’re lovers.” “And?” Max’s casual reply irked him. Chris decided to spell it out for him. “This is all really new and something of a novelty for you.” “That’s true,” Max agreed, “but I know what I want. Right now, I want you.” Chris was struck by the absolute certainty in Max’s voice. Most men embarking on their first gay relationship after years of dating women would be cautious, but not Max. He seemed so incredibly sure and it unsettled Chris. How could a man so new to all this be so confident in living his truth? “What if you change your mind down the road? Once the cat’s out of the bag…” Max sat back. “Is this about me, Chris? Or is this concern more for yourself?” Chris started to argue but realized Max had hit uncomfortably close to the truth. “Look,” he sighed, “I have to be careful. That is my reality. I wish it wasn’t that way but it is. You’re a very public person, Max. If there are pictures of us—” “There won’t be,” Max interjected. “France has strict privacy laws. It’s one of the reasons so many celebrities move there. And my home is very secluded. It’s surrounded by acres of vineyards, olive trees and forests.” Max’s hopeful tone eroded Chris’ objections. He had always wanted to visit France. Spending an uninterrupted week with Max was just too appealing a proposal to refuse. “All right.” Max grinned. Relief filled his voice. “You’ll come?” Chris couldn’t pass up the chance for a ribald reply. “Oh, I’m sure I won’t be the only one coming.” Max laughed and tucked into his breakfast. “You won’t need to worry about a thing. I’ll make all the travel arrangements.” “So what are you now? My sugar daddy?”
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Max shot him a mischievous smile. “Play your cards right and we’ll see.” Chris didn’t even try to squash the grin curving his mouth. They finished breakfast and discussed Max’s trip to Tokyo. Chris found himself looking for any reason to stave off the inevitable. Leaving wasn’t going to be any easier in five or ten minutes than it was right now. He gathered up his things and slung his bag over his shoulder. Max shadowed him to the door. The sadness on the other man’s face was unmistakable. “Come here.” Chris drew Max into his arms. He breathed in his scent and savored the sensation of Max’s warm body pressed against his. “The next month will fly by so quickly. You’ll see.” His words didn’t seem to reassure Max. “I wish it wasn’t so difficult, that we weren’t separated by so many miles.” “You know what they say.” Chris kissed him tenderly. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Max smiled at that. He claimed Chris’ mouth one last time. “You’d better leave now. My resolve is slipping.” Chris nodded and snuck a final lingering kiss. He turned and left the suite, his heart already sinking. As he rode the elevator, Chris marveled at the depth of his feelings for Max. He’d never expected it to happen so quickly—and it terrified him. This was new territory for Chris and he wasn’t quite sure how to navigate. He found some comfort in the knowledge Max was in the same boat. It seemed a little less daunting to share the unknown with his lover.
***** “Hey, man, where were you this weekend?” Jack, a fellow firefighter, asked as Chris strolled into the station. His heart skipped. “Around.” “Don’t they have cell service in ‘around’?”
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Chris realized he hadn’t given his cell phone a second thought since arriving at Max’s suite. He’d need to check his messages later. “I just needed a weekend to myself. Turned off the phone. Watched some DVDs. Had a few beers. Recharged.” Even as he spoke, Chris hated himself for lying. Resentment flared deep within as he experienced the sting of shame. Why couldn’t he sac up and be honest about where he’d been? About what an amazing weekend he’d had? The other guys wouldn’t have thought twice about bragging about the hot piece of ass they’d tagged and yet here he was, being deliberately obtuse. “I hear ya, man,” Jack said, leading the way to the day room. “You still coming deep-sea fishing with us?” “Next month?” Chris shook his head. “I’ve got other plans.” “Yeah?” “Yep.” Jack waited a few seconds for details but when it was clear there weren’t any coming he shrugged. “So what are you making for breakfast?” Chris smiled, relieved for the subject change. This was the reality he was used to sharing with his fellow firefighters. With each passing minute of separation from Max, Chris found it easier to play the part expected of him. But today it felt even emptier than usual.
***** Max paced anxiously. His footsteps echoed off the stone walls of the old chateau’s foyer. His fingers trembled slightly. His belly quivered with anticipation. All the phone calls and emails and text messages in the world didn’t compare to the real thing. He craved the sensation of Chris’ skin beneath his fingertips. He needed to taste his man again, needed to hear him crying out with passion. And then he heard the unmistakable chopping whir of an approaching helicopter. Like a madman, he rushed out the double doors and down the cobblestone walkway
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edging his home. He burst onto the side lawn just in time to see the helicopter set down on the helipad. Members of his staff made their way to the helicopter’s side as the blades slowed to a stop. His gut clenched as one of the doors opened and Chris came into sight. All breath left his body as Chris stepped onto the concrete slab and stretched his arms high overhead. He looked a little scruffy after his transatlantic flight, with a shadow of a beard on his jaw and wrinkles in his gray t-shirt. He whipped off his aviator-style sunglasses and cast a curious gaze at his surroundings. The moment their eyes met across the wide expanse of manicured lawn, the world seemed to stop. It took every fiber of Max’s self-control not to race to his lover and claim him right there in front of everyone. Marshalling his willpower, Max strode toward Chris. They met halfway. Their gazes clashed and held. Longing stretched heavy between them. Max’s fingers twitched at his sides. He yearned to reach and brush his knuckles against Chris’ stubbled cheeks. Only the fact Chris remained skittish about sharing those little intimacies in public held him at bay. Instead he offered a restrained greeting. “Bonjour.” Chris grinned ever so sexily. “Hey.” Max swallowed hard. “How was your flight?” “Long.” He gestured toward the helicopter with a bob of his head. “That was quite a ride.” “Faster than a car,” Max said, his gaze shifting to the staff members carting Chris’ suitcases into the chateau. “Come inside?” Chris nodded and slid into step beside him. Every few steps, their hands touched briefly. Max steered Chris toward the unlocked French doors leading into the library. As he stepped inside the chateau, Max reached behind and grasped Chris’ hand, dragging his lover into the library. The smell of old paper and leather filled the air. Sunlight streamed through the windows, highlighting the smallest particles of floating
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dust. The room had always been a place of escape for Max, a space he sought out for a few hours of relaxation and utter silence. Today, however, his needs were different. His self-control suddenly vanished as hunger took hold. Max grasped a handful of Chris’ t-shirt and shoved him up against the nearest bookcase. Chris grunted softly as his back hit the shelves but made no other protest. Max cupped his lover’s face and captured his mouth in a ravenous kiss. The mating of their mouths filled him with the strongest sensation of coming home, of belonging. It shook him to the very core. Lost in the lust-induced fever of the moment, Max lapsed into his mother tongue. “Je pense tout le temps a toi.” “I don’t—” Max silenced Chris with another kiss and then attacked his neck. He sucked hard and scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin. “Je t’aime a la folie. J’ai besoin de toi.” “Oh God!” Chris moaned as Max groped his hard cock through his jeans. He shook his head and peppered breathless kisses along Max’s jaw. “I can’t understand what the hell you’re saying and I really don’t care. I just want you. I need you.” Max smiled and dropped to his knees. He shoved up the front of Chris’ shirt, baring a delicious stripe of tanned skin. He nibbled at the chiseled abs and licked around the other man’s navel. His nose brushed side to side along the trail of hair leading south. Max wasted little time unbuttoning and lowering the zip on Chris’ jeans. He tugged down the tight-fitting boxer briefs, freeing that gorgeous cock. On impulse, he pressed his face against Chris’ body, his nose nestling in the wiry hair there, and inhaled the earthen scent of his man. A thrill of delight rippled through him. One long swipe of Max’s tongue along the length of that rigid pole nearly dropped Chris. His hands flew behind him and he braced his weight on a shelf. Chris groaned and pushed his hips forward. His jutting cock shoved against Max’s lower lip and he sucked the ruddy head between his lips and flicked his wet tongue over the tip. Chris shuddered. The salt of pre-cum exploded on Max’s taste buds. In his over-excitement, 46
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Chris leaked the shiny juice all over Max’s tongue. The evidence of his lover’s enthusiasm drove Max wild. Frenzied, he licked at Chris’ cock before taking it deep into his throat. Chris growled low and took hold of Max’s face. He pumped his hips, sliding his cock along Max’s slippery tongue. He relaxed his jaw and accepted Chris’ thrusts, loving this side of Chris, the dominant that reared his head and took control. Max’s cock throbbed against his boxers and chinos. He was so hard he knew it wouldn’t take much to send him flying over the edge. Just the slightest touch and he’d come all over himself. Chris’ fingers tightened in his hair. Prickling heat spread across Max’s scalp at the tugging sensation. His own fingers gripped at Chris’ muscular thighs through the coarse denim fabric. Chris moved faster now. His breath came in little pants. Max vibrated with anticipation, his mouth practically watering. He hummed loudly around the thick cock penetrating his mouth again and again. When Chris jerked hard and spilled his cream all over his tongue, Max took him deep and sucked hard. His tongue flicked over the slit and along the crown. He swallowed every last drop of his lover’s essence. They collapsed to the floor, limbs entangled, faces pressed together. Chris kissed him long and slow, his tongue massaging Max’s. Their eyes met briefly between kisses. Max didn’t need Chris to speak to understand the depth of the other man’s longing. There were no words necessary. He could see plainly just how much Chris wanted him. And then Chris’ lips were on Max’s neck, his hands working at Max’s clothing as he endeavored to show him exactly how much he’d missed him.
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Chapter Five From his lazy perch on a reclining chair on the sun deck, Chris watched Max emerge from the sea. With long strokes, he swam to the teak platform trailing the yacht. He carefully made his way back onto the ship and up to the main deck, water droplets glistening on his bronzed skin. He looked like some kind of sun-kissed sea god in those ass-hugging black swim briefs. Chris shifted as his cock swelled against his own swim trunks. Max sauntered across the deck, his bare feet leaving a trail of wet footprints. He paused for the briefest of seconds at the doorway leading into the yacht and glanced over his shoulder. There was no mistaking the glint in his eyes. Chris set aside his beer and pushed off the chair. He made his way below deck, his mind racing with the dirtiest of thoughts. But none of the images his oversexed brain conjured could have prepared him for the sight welcoming him as he entered their cabin. Kneeling on all fours, Max presented his bare bottom like some kind of virgin sacrifice. Seawater still slicked his skin. Fat droplets fell from his saturated locks onto the pale blue duvet. Chris realized he was standing in an open doorway while his lover showed all to the world. A crew member could walk by at any moment and see something only meant for Chris’ eyes. He quickly stepped inside their cabin and shut the door. He leaned against it for a moment and soaked in the heart-stopping tableau before him. He’d known Max intended to give him this extremely special gift but he’d never expected it quite like this. From the sound of Max’s heavy breathing, he was obviously aroused and scared. His entire body trembled. His fingers gripped the bed covering for dear life.
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Although Chris wanted this more than anything in the world, he wasn’t about to force it on Max. He knelt on the edge of the mattress and swept his palm gently down Max’s spine. His skin was cool beneath Chris’ hand, and he bent forward to place soft kisses along the other man’s shoulders. He nuzzled his nose against Max’s ear. “Are you sure, baby?” Nodding, Max turned his head and captured Chris’ mouth. “I’ve been preparing for it.” “Have you now?” Chris nipped at Max’s earlobe. “Tell me.” “I bought some toys.” Chris grazed his teeth along Max’s shoulder. “Toys?” “Plugs. Dildos.” Max shuddered as Chris bit down and then licked away the hurt. A hint of sea salt awakened his taste buds. “Different sizes.” Chris moved behind Max and grasped his hips. He leaned over Max’s back and peppered the wide expanse of smooth skin with noisy kisses. “Did you think of me when you used them?” “Yes.” Chris couldn’t help but smile at Max’s breathless answer. His dick swelled at the thought of Max riding a dildo, all the while pretending it was Chris’ cock buried deep in his virgin ass. Chris pumped his hips, jamming the length of his cloth-covered penis against his lover’s cleft. Max gave a little whimper and pushed back. Oh, he wanted this all right. And he was going to get it. Chris slid off the bed just long enough to shuck his swimming trucks and retrieve a strip of condoms and some lube from a bedside drawer. He dropped them onto the mattress and knelt on the floor. Max’s hot ass was just inches from him now. With the gentlest of caresses, Chris warmed Max’s skin and then kneaded the muscles of his backside until he’d relaxed completely. Chris would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this moment a million times during their separation. He’d considered all
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the different ways he might do things. He knew one thing for certain. He was going to make this good for Max. Chris flicked Max’s plump sac with his tongue before sucking it between his lips. He rolled his tongue over it. Max whispered his name. He sucked a little harder and reached down to stroke the rigid length of Max’s stiff cock. He kept his strokes light and slow in an attempt to keep his lover constantly aroused. He released the man’s sac and allowed his tongue to drift north over the patch of sensitive skin there. When he circled the rosebud nestled between his lover’s cheeks, Max cried out, his pitch high and needy. Chris ate at his ass with hungry licks and nibbles. His man tasted of the sea and was soft as velvet. He continued to work Max’s shaft as he teased him with his tongue. There was nothing that made Chris hotter than hearing Max moan with pleasure. He’d always taken pride in a job well done and rocking his lover’s world was no different. Chris smeared a dollop of lube between Max’s cheeks. His lips and tongue found their way to Max’s balls again as he slipped one finger into his man’s tight passage. After a few searching thrusts, Chris located the walnut-sized pleasure button secreted away in Max’s channel. Chris moved his finger against it and Max groaned and swiveled his hips. Smiling indulgently, Chris committed the spot to memory and made sure to give it a little bump every time his fingers slid inside and out of Max’s ass. Chris took his time probing the tight pucker, adding another finger and another until he had three buried to the knuckle in his writhing lover. Max made the most enthusiastic noises. Chris felt a bit lightheaded with anticipation and excitement. All the blood seemed to be rushing from his head to his throbbing cock. Max leaked cum onto Chris’ hand, the constant prostate massage and cock strokes milking him ever so slowly. He seemed transported to a higher place, that tummyquivering, breath-stealing precipice just before orgasm. He keened loudly and fisted the covers. French flowed from his lips, the words undecipherable to Chris but their meaning easily conveyed by the desperate tone.
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He wanted to be fucked. Badly. Now. Knowing Max was exactly where he needed to be, Chris pulled away long enough to sheath his raging hard-on with a condom. He stood and situated himself between Max’s thighs. His cock in one hand, the other grasping Max’s trim waist, Chris pressed the purpling head of his penis against Max’s hole. Max stilled just as Chris pushed inside, the blunt tip of his cock sliding into the passage with just the slightest of resistance. With the most tender of strokes, Chris pushed in and pulled out a little farther each time. Finally he sat completely sheathed in his man. “Oh God! Chris!” Max’s voice carried the evidence of his absolute ecstasy. Chris trembled with the enormity of the moment. He would forever be this man’s first. No matter what happened between them, Max would always remember this experience. Chris was struck by the need to brand himself on Max, to leave his mark for all eternity. He craved closeness with his man, an intimacy their current position didn’t afford. His hand between Max’s shoulder blades, Chris pushed him toward the mattress. As Max’s chest met the duvet, Chris’ cock slipped from his backside. Max whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Chris hastily remedied the situation by climbing onto the mattress and pulling Max onto his side, facing away from him. Chris sidled up to his back and shifted Max’s top leg a little forward. With a little shimmying, Chris managed to shove his fat cock right back inside his lover. They both moaned as Chris slid home, Max from being filled and Chris from being squeezed by the tightest, warmest sleeve imaginable. Joined again, they rocked slowly. Chris cupped Max’s jaw and turned his face until their lips met. The angle was awkward, to be sure, but there was nothing like darting his tongue inside Max’s mouth at the same pace as his cock inside Max’s ass. He worked his lower arm underneath Max’s body and clamped it across his chest, holding him tight. Their shared body heat had their skin glistening with sweat. The scent of raw sex filled the air and spurred them on in their erotic interlude.
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Max reached back and grasped Chris’ hip as his own hand moved south and gripped Max’s slick cock. They panted as they fucked a bit more vigorously now, each chasing the freefall of orgasm. Max erupted first, his cream spurting all over Chris’ hand. The warm sensation coupled with Max’s cries rocketed Chris over the edge. His balls drew up tight against his body. His toes curled and calves tensed. He came hard, his thrusts a bit rough as he sank as deep as possible into the unbelievable heat of his man’s ass. They shuddered and clutched. Chris found he had no desire to let go of Max’s slowly deflating erection. He barely managed enough energy to pull out, roll away and deal with the condom. Max had rolled onto his back by the time Chris rolled back onto his side. An expression of the deepest wonderment played on Max’s face and a ripple of satisfaction infiltrated Chris’ belly. Chris brushed his fingertips over Max’s cheeks and kissed him tenderly. “All right?” Max grinned, his face flushed and breaths still heavy. “Fantastic.” “Not too sore?” Chris was concerned he’d gone too fast or too hard. Max shook his head. “Just sleepy. Very, very sleepy.” “Come here.” Chris pulled him close and tucked Max’s head beneath his chin. He pressed a kiss to his forehead. “A little nap wouldn’t hurt.”
***** Max watched Chris sleep. Sometimes he couldn’t quite believe things had turned out as they had. He’d never been one to believe in fate or destiny but the odds of finding complete happiness with a Houston firefighter had to be astronomical. For their lives to intersect just so on the night of the swap meet was surely a thing of utter improbability. And yet here they were. This rough-and-tumble Texan made Max feel so deeply and in ways he’d never imagined possible. He’d awakened a hope inside Max, a desire for all those things Max
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had never before wanted. His fascination with his lover’s rugged face had yet to fade. He couldn’t control the impulse to reach out and trail his fingertips over the faint scars on his jaw. Beautiful. Virile. Mine. But was he? Did Chris even want to belong to Max? It was a subject Max was afraid to broach. An illicit tryst had turned into a sexy weekend holed up in a Houston penthouse and now a weeklong escape to the south of France. What next? Max honestly didn’t know. What he wanted seemed impossible. They lived such extraordinarily different lives. Max skipped from country to country, increasing his business empire one buyout at a time. Chris risked his life serving his fellow Houstonians when they were experiencing their very worst moments. Was it even possible to mesh their lives? Who would be the one to make the necessary sacrifices? Chris’ eyelids fluttered. He inhaled deeply and stretched. Abandoning his troubling thoughts, Max pressed a kiss to his Adam’s apple, eliciting a low chuckle from Chris’ throat. “Sleep okay?” Chris ran his fingers through Max’s hair. “Yes.” Max kissed Chris’ chin. “You?” Chris nodded. He shifted Max in his arms and gazed down at him. The concern reflected there floored Max. “Are you okay?” Max smiled reassuringly. “I’m fine. Truly.” Chris relaxed a bit and drew Max closer. “I’m glad.” “What was it like for you? That first time,” Max clarified. Chris exhaled and made a throaty sound of annoyance. “Not good. We rushed it.” He laughed derisively. “My ass was on fire for days.” Max frowned and pressed a soothing kiss to his man’s cheek. “I’m sorry.” Chris shrugged. “Live and learn.” Max doubted he’d be so casual after such a painful experience. “You astound me sometimes with your cavalier attitude.”
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“Is that a bad thing?” Chris seemed uncertain how to take his remark. “Not at all,” Max said. “It’s simply one of your quirks.” He pecked Chris’ temple and rose up on one elbow to peer at the alarm clock. “We should shower and dress. We’re expected on shore for dinner soon.” “Oh. Right.” There was no mistaking Chris’ unenthusiastic tone. Max regarded him carefully. “Is something wrong?” “No.” Chris slid from bed, presenting his taut buttocks for Max’s slow perusal. He reached out and wiggled his fingers. “Shower with me?” “As if you have to ask.” Max took his hand and allowed Chris to haul him off the mattress. They slipped into the shower. Despite his best intentions, Max couldn’t keep his hands to himself. The sight of Chris’ sudsy, slippery skin sent his libido into overdrive. By the time they finished their shower antics, they were running short on time. A sleek, smaller craft ferried them to shore. A private car waited near the docks to whisk them to Leon and Margot’s seaside villa for the dinner party. Max experienced a quiver of anxiety. This was the first time he’d stepped out with Chris. It was the first time any of his longtime friends had ever seen him with a man. His gut clenched at their imagined reactions. He wondered if Chris was similarly nervous. “All right?” “Fine.” Chris’ clipped reply did little to assuage his concerns. “Everyone speaks English, if that’s your worry.” “It’s not but that’s good to know.” Chris looked away from the tinted window and caught Max’s gaze. The fading sunlight cast shadows on his face. “I’ve never done this.” Max frowned. “A dinner party?” “Yes.” “Oh.” Comprehension dawned. “You’ve never been out with a lover.”
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“I’ve never really had a lover, Max. I’ve had one-night stands or a quick romp here or there with some of my longtime friends. This is all new for me.” Max grasped his hand. “It’s new for me too.” The car rolled to a stop outside the villa. Max could see the uncertainty painted on Chris’ face. “We don’t have to stay. If you want, we can go back to the yacht. I’ll make up an excuse.” Chris shook his head. He inhaled a steadying breath. “First time for everything, right?” Max smiled and kissed Chris. “Oui.” With one last reassuring squeeze of Chris’ hand, Max let go and exited the backseat. Chris stepped out beside him. They were welcomed inside by Leon and Margot and their guests who had already arrived. Well versed in the ruthless corporate world, Max knew his first sign of embarrassment or hesitation would doom their first foray into going public. Max took pride in introducing Chris to his friends and made no move to give any explanations. He didn’t miss the surprised expressions but they all had enough tact to keep their opinions private. Only later, as they shuffled out to the terrace for dinner, did Leon pull Max aside. He didn’t have to say a word. The arch of his brow communicated it all. “I know,” Max said. “It’s unexpected.” “To say the least,” Leon muttered. Max shot him an annoyed glance. “But it feels right.” Leon studied him. His lips curved with a grin. “You should know Margot has been trying to get me to set you up with her brother for ages now. You have no idea how insufferable she is when she’s right. I expect the gloating to last for a week.” Max’s unease dissipated. “My apologies.” Leon laughed and slapped his arm. He took a more serious tone. “You deserve some happiness, Max. If this man makes you happy, then we’re happy.”
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“Thank you.” “He’s young.” “Twenty-six.” Leon whistled. “What is that? Eleven years difference?” Max grimaced at the reminder. “Something like that.” “Any money?” Max snorted with amusement. “Always the bottom line with you.” “Just looking out for your interests,” he said. “It’s difficult to think rationally when we’re starry-eyed with love.” Max shook his head and laughed. “I’m touched, truly, by your concern, but I highly doubt Chris is after my billions. If you’ll excuse me…” Leon laughed. “Yes, go. We wouldn’t want Karl or Edward to steal him away.” Even though Leon was joking, Max experienced the tiniest shiver of fear. He hadn’t thought of losing Chris to someone else. It didn’t sit well with him. He hurried to Chris’ side, a possessive need taking hold. Max interlaced their fingers in a subtle gesture of ownership. This man is mine. Dinner was delicious as always. Wine flowed heavily. Conversation turned toward finance. As always, Margot and Karl challenged Max’s views on the ever-expanding Asian markets. Where they saw the potential for quick saturation and stagnation, he saw opportunity. Their debate grew louder and more expressive, hands waving and eyes rolling. Always the voice of moderation, Leon interjected himself into the conversation and reined in the others. “What do you think, Chris?” Chris stiffened beside Max. “I…um…have no real opinion, I guess.” “You guess?” Joachim, Leon’s brother and a Belgian politician, questioned with some surprise. “I would think the pillow talk between the two of you is rife with money, namely making more of it.”
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Realizing Chris was out of his element, Max steered the attention his way. “You wound me, Joachim. Discussing the possible pitfalls of the Asian markets is hardly romantic.” Laughter rounded the table. Chris relaxed a little. Unfortunately it was short-lived. “Where did you meet Max?” Joachim sat forward in his chair. “I don’t mean to pry, of course, but we don’t often see Texans within our circle.” Chris fielded the intrusive question with a smile. “A mixer in Houston.” “You work for a bank?” Joachim reached the likely conclusion. Max often attended cocktail parties sponsored by various financial institutions. “No. I’m actually a firefighter. My sister is the one in finance.” “A firefighter?” Joachim’s eyebrows shot up. “Yes.” Chris met the other man’s stare head-on and never wavered. “I never wanted to be anything else. I went straight to community college after high school and earned my paramedic’s license and then attended a fire academy.” “Community college?” Joachim shook his head. “Wouldn’t know anything about that. We,” he gestured around the table, “met at Cambridge.” Max caught the slightest hint of derision in Joachim’s voice. He didn’t like that tone one bit and sent Joachim a silencing glare. Margot deftly maneuvered the conversation into less troublesome waters but the damage was done. He sensed an immediate shift in Chris. The normally confident and outgoing man was suddenly subdued and quiet. He participated in the conversation when directly addressed but otherwise kept mum. Anger burned Max. For Joachim to behave so rudely was unacceptable. It was all Max could do to keep his temper under control. Out of respect for Margot and Leon, he wouldn’t make a scene tonight. The second the table was cleared, Max made their excuses and hustled Chris from the villa. Leon and Margot made their apologies as they walked them out and Chris was as sweet as ever, assuring them he’d taken no offense.
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But Max knew differently. It was written all over his face. Chris radiated embarrassment and hurt. Max didn’t know how to make it better. His mind raced with the search for the right words but everything he thought of sounded trite or even more insulting. The last thing he wanted to do was compound the problem with a misinterpreted statement. When they were safely situated in their cabin for the night, Max finally spoke. “I’m sorry about Joachim. He can be a bit puffed up at times. I’ll speak with him tomorrow.” Chris cast aside his blazer and toed off his shoes. “Don’t bother.” Max was taken aback by Chris’ dark tone. “It’s important to me that my friends respect you.” “It’s not as if I’m going to see any of them again.” Max stilled. Tendrils of panic snaked through his belly. “What do you mean?” “Tonight made it perfectly clear to me that this,” he motioned between them, “isn’t going to work. We belong to two very different worlds.” Max reached for him. “Chris.” He pulled back and slashed a hand through the air. “Look, Max, I’m not suave or sophisticated or well-educated. I’ve got an associate degree and maybe two thousand dollars in the bank. I can’t be the sort of person you need.” Max stepped forward and Chris took two steps back. “What are you talking about?” Chris looked at him as if he were stupid. “I don’t fit in, Max. I’m that square peg that’s never going to fit.” “Did you ever stop to think that maybe that’s why you’re so perfect for me?” Max drew close to Chris, so close he could feel the other man’s breaths on his cheek. “I’ve had a string of so-called perfect mates and none of them made me happy.” “They were all women.”
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Max accepted this fact with a nod. “True but I’m fairly confident I could find similarly qualified men if I wanted.” He touched Chris’ jaw. “But I don’t want anyone else. I want you.” Chris swallowed. “Me?” “You.” He brushed his lips against Chris’ mouth. “Just as you are,” he added, pressing their lips together. Chris yielded completely and melted into Max’s embrace. Max shivered as Chris’ lips touched his ear. “Take me to bed.”
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Chapter Six Chris trembled as Max pushed him back onto the bed. They’d had sex dozens of times but this time, this night, it felt different. Max had spoken with such honesty just then. To know he was wanted in that way affected him deeply. This wasn’t about lust or sexual gratification. It was something more real. And it scared the hell out of him. Am I ready for this? Ready or not, Max was crawling over him. He straddled Chris’ hips, knees planted on either of him. Max peeled off his jacket and tossed it aside. His delicate fingers flicked through the buttons lining the front of Chris’ shirt, his lover shivering as Max smoothed his cool palms along the heated skin of his chest, followed the lines of his arms. Max wrapped his fingers around Chris’ wrists and then pinned them above his head. He lowered his upper body until the crisp cotton of his shirt contacted Chris’ naked chest. Max nipped at his lower lip. Chris was immobilized by Max’s dark gaze. He burned under its searing intensity. His voice cracked as he spoke. “What?” Max’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” Chris couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. His heart clamored against his chest. The words were right there on the tip of his tongue but his brain put the kibosh on any impulsive actions. If he said what he felt, if he committed himself now, there was no turning back. And he wasn’t ready for that. As much as it killed him to admit it, he couldn’t say the words he knew Max desperately wanted to hear. So he took the coward’s way out and claimed Max’s mouth. Tonight Chris could be all those things Max needed. Until sunrise, he would give Max what he craved and then…well…reality would take precedence. 60
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Chris darted his tongue between Max’s lips. He tasted champagne and caramel, remnants of their rich dessert. Fingers sifting through Max’s short hair, Chris cupped the back of his neck and kissed his man breathless. They warred for dominance atop the mattress. Chris used his considerable strength to flip Max onto his back. Max played dirty and used his tongue to tease a sensitive patch of skin just below Chris’ ear until he yielded. They jerked and tugged at buttons and belts and zippers until they were skin to skin. Chris was on fire. A sense of urgency pervaded his movements. The idea that this could be the last time influenced his every kiss and every touch. He savored the smell of Max’s skin, the unique blend of sweat and cologne. He committed to memory every languorous sigh and low moan as he nibbled and licked his way down Max’s body. On the return trip to Max’s mouth, Chris lingered near his stiff cock, nuzzling his face against it and grazing his teeth over the super-sensitive head. Max bucked and cried out, whimpering softly as Chris abandoned his cock and continued north. As Chris sucked on Max’s full lower lip, his lover pressed on his shoulders. Chris rolled onto his back, carrying Max with him. In one swift motion, Max captured his wrists in one hand and proceeded to tie them to the wooden slats of the headboard with his discarded tie. Chris’ eyes widened at Max’s unexpected move. With a playful smirk, Max used the sleeves of their button-down shirts to bind Chris’ ankles to the footboard. Chris had to give Max points for creativity. Being completely at his lover’s mercy was a new experience. A thrill of excitement set him alight with desire. Max used his teeth and tongue to tease Chris to a fever pitch. His tongue flicked at Chris’ nipples. His manicured nails gently scratched the ticklish undersides of his arms. When he sucked Chris’ toes between his lips, Chris’ shoulders shot off the bed. He tugged at his bonds but it was futile. He was Max’s prisoner. Max took his time subjecting him to the most sensual of tortures. When Max’s hot, wet mouth swallowed his cock, Chris saw stars. Max’s soft tongue glided along the length of him. He hummed as the head of Chris’ penis nestled in the warm cavern of his
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throat. Chris pumped his hips as best he could, desperate for more contact with that sweet tongue. His toes curled and calves tightened. Arousal coiled low in his belly as Max bobbed on his cock and played with his balls. Just as Chris climbed toward an orgasm, Max pulled away and halted all of that delicious stimulation. A strangled groan escaped Chris’ throat. He flexed his ass cheeks and pulled against the tie wrapped around his wrists. His cock jumped in protest but Max wouldn’t be swayed. He slid off the bed and retrieved the necessary supplies from a bedside drawer. He knelt beside Chris’ hip on the bed and prepared himself for penetration. Watching Max stroke his hard shaft and slide his slippery fingers into his own ass had Chris begging for release from his bonds. He wanted to run his hands along Max’s lean belly and palm his sac. Chris buzzed, his entire body electrified with lust as Max rode his own hand and fisted the purpling head of his cock. “Don’t come yet,” Chris pleaded, his voice husky with need. “Sit on my cock. Ride me.” Max wasted no time complying. He moved into position, the muscles of his strong thighs supporting him as he squatted over Chris’ thick shaft and applied the condom. He slathered lube along the rubber and then drew slow circles around his hole with the blunt tip of Chris’ cock. The teasing was too much for Chris. He lifted his hips and prodded Max’s ass. With a decadent smile, Max lowered himself onto Chris’ fat rod. He took the plunge slowly, allowing his body to acclimate to the girth and length inch by inch until he sat fully sheathed on Chris’ lap. They groaned in unison. Chris bit his lower lip and rocked his hips. Palms flat on Chris’ chest, Max leaned forward and kissed him deeply. He swayed erotically, his hot channel squeezing Chris’ shaft with every stroke. Bliss. Absolute bliss. Arms pinned overhead, Chris watched Max take his pleasure. He alternated between
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riding fast and hard and slow and soft. Max swiveled his hips on the downstrokes. It drove Chris wild. “Let my hands free.” Chris struggled against the cloth bonds. “Let me touch you.” His begging tone won over Max. He paused just long enough to jerk the tie loose and then resumed his wanton ride. “Like that, baby.” Chris reached for Max’s hard shaft. “Oh God, just like that.” Max took directions well. He bounced roughly on Chris’ cock. The bed shook with their feral mating. Chris stroked Max’s penis and thrust up to meet his every downward move. He clasped the back of Max’s head with his free hand and dragged his mouth down for a soul-stealing kiss. If this was it, Chris was determined to make it memorable. When they came, the fireworks were mind-blowing. Chris spilled his cum into the condom, his cock buried balls deep in his man’s ass. Max’s hot cream splashed Chris’ hand and belly before he collapsed forward. Chris wrapped his arms around Max’s back, clamping their slick bodies together. He breathed in the familiar scent of this man, wondering if he would ever find a smell so enticing again.
***** As they cuddled together later, Max’s head against his chest, Chris warred with his conscience. He couldn’t deny that his feelings for Max wavered on the edge of love. He wasn’t the sappy sort by any stretch of the imagination but Chris found Max made him feel whole. He could only assume Max felt the same way—and it killed him to think he would have to shatter all that in the morning. But there was no other way. Best to get it over with now, before too much damage was done. Convincing himself of that truth wasn’t easy. Chris tossed and turned all night. When Max reached for him in the early morning hours, he went without hesitation. They made love quietly, their shuddering breaths penetrating the silence of sunrise.
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Breakfast was a simple affair and then they were on their way back to Max’s townhouse along Avenue Foch in Paris for Chris’ evening flight home. “I’ve been thinking,” Max said as he poured a glass of wine. “I might try to rearrange my schedule to allow for a visit to Houston in a few weeks. A month of separation was too much for me.” Chris’ gut clenched. He’d hoped to avoid a messy scene. The idea of making a clean break once he was back in Houston was so much more palatable than this. Chris tried to avoid confrontations at all costs. It wasn’t something he was particularly proud of either. “Chris?” Max eyed him over his wineglass. “What do you think?” Chris shifted uneasily in his chair. “I think maybe we should slow things down a bit.” Max’s fingers visibly tightened around the glass. “I don’t understand.” “I just—I’m not ready for this,” he admitted finally. “I can’t do this.” Max set down his wineglass rather hard. “Do what?” “This!” Chris shot out of his chair and gestured between them. “It’s too much, too fast. I can’t be with you the way you want, Max.” “Why not?” The pain reflected in Max’s eyes shamed Chris. His fear of taking that final step out of the closet was causing him to hurt the one man he’d ever truly cared for. “Because I just can’t, Max. My world isn’t your world.” Max took a few steps forward. “But it could be.” He reached out and touched Chris’ face. “I know you’re afraid of what people will say or think but you won’t be alone, Chris. I’ll be right there with you, right by your side.” Chris jerked free. “You make it sound so simple, Max, but the reality is much more complex.” Max stiffened at Chris’ snapping retort. He felt like an utter asshole for being
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so short with him. “Look, Max, we’re just in different places in our lives. You’re gung ho about embracing this and I’m just…not.” “Gung ho?” Max repeated hotly. “I love you, Chris. Of course I’m gung ho about this. I want to take you places. I want to be seen with you. I don’t want to skulk about in the shadows and hope we’re not recognized. I refuse to be ashamed of this, of us.” Long lengths of silence stretched between them. After a passionate speech like that, there was nothing Chris could say. He wanted to believe it could be as easy as Max described, that they could just live their lives openly and without consequence, but he knew better. He couldn’t risk everything he’d strived to earn. Not even for love. Chris couldn’t prolong the pain. His eyes burned as he strode toward Max. They stared at one another for a moment. His fingers shook as he reached out and cupped Max’s jaw for the last time. Their lips met in a delicate kiss. There was no mistaking the distinct saline taste of Max’s silent tears. Stomach lurching, Chris broke their kiss and turned on his heel. His steps slowed as he neared the door. Some part of him desperately hoped Max would beg to him to stay, to reconsider. Part of that was ego. Most of it was the confusion of regret. But there was only silence.
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He walked to the window overlooking the street. Hidden by the sheer drapes, Max watched Chris head out to the idling car. Chris hesitated at the car’s edge and glanced up at the townhouse. Max stepped back, suddenly embarrassed. By the time he’d summoned the courage to peek through the window again, Chris was gone, taking Max’s dreams of a happily ever after with him. Numb, Max left the window and walked aimless across the room. As if drawn by some invisible beacon, he slumped into the chair Chris had recently vacated. His lover’s heat still clung to the cushion. Max turned his face and rubbed his nose against the upholstery. He inhaled deeply, catching the scent of Chris’ cologne for what was surely the last time. Never before had he felt so empty. He’d had relationships end worse than this one but no one had ever meant as much to him as Chris. No one had ever come close. And he didn’t know what to do. The hurt was so intense it made him nauseous. His mind reeled from the shock of this sudden loss. Mired in the bleakness of the present, Max wondered if he would survive this pain. The thought of finding someone to replace Chris was incomprehensible. There was no other man like Chris. He was one-of-a-kind—and gone.
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Chapter Seven “You missed a spot.” Chris paused his scrubbing and looked over at the muddy smudge on the fire engine’s side. Frowning at his own incompetence, he moved the bristles of the longhandled brush over the spot and worked them in tight circles until the mud had disintegrated. “There.” He sent Jack a pointed look. “That clean enough for you?” Jack pretended to study the spot. “I suppose.” Chris rolled his eyes and resumed his scrubbing. Washing trucks was his least favorite part of the morning routine at the station but it had to be done. “There something wrong with your arms?” “No.” Chris glanced over his shoulder. “Then how about you pick up that brush and give me a hand?” “I’m not really the manual-labor type.” Jack smiled and sipped his coffee. “I’m more of a management kind of guy. Cleaning trucks is for the peons.” “Peons?” Chris slung soapy foam at Jack. “Last I heard your promotion hadn’t gone through yet.” Laughing, Jack wiped the melting suds from his pants and shirt. “Dick!” “Guilty as charged,” Chris muttered and turned back to his job. A few seconds later Jack joined him. They made quick work of soaping down the truck and then rinsing it. “How come you aren’t coming to Bobby’s Fourth of July barbecue?” Jack directed the hose nozzle at the front tires. “Last year you bitched and moaned for days about having to miss it.”
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Chris shrugged. “Not really in the mood, I guess. I picked up some overtime instead. Let someone else have the night off with their family.” Jack cut off the water spray and turned to face him. “Man, what is up with you? The last month or so you’ve been acting like someone ran over your damn dog.” Chris avoided Jack’s questioning gaze. “Nothing’s wrong.” “Bullshit.” Jack studied him. “Is it a girl?” His chest tightened at the thought of Max. “No, it’s not a girl.” And that was the first bit of truth he’d spoken about his personal life in the entire time he’d known Jack. His stomach soured at the realization their friendship was built upon lies. For so long, dodging questions and fudging the truth had seemed like a necessity. Now Chris could see it for what it really was. It was nothing more than cowardice. “So what is it then?” Jack’s voice was uncommonly concerned. “Look, man, I’m worried about you. This funk you’re in just isn’t like you.” Chris waved his hand. “You’re blowing it way out of proportion, Jack. I’ve just had some heavy shit going on in my life. I’m working it out as best I know how.” “Chris,” Jack clapped a hand on his shoulder, “I’ve been there. Just…you know…let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you.” Jack nodded stiffly and finished rinsing off the truck. Chris was a little amused by his friend’s rare show of concern. Jack wasn’t emotionally closed by any means but definitely not a hug-it-out type of guy. For him to offer Chris a shoulder was a big thing —and Chris appreciated it more than he could say. In that moment, Chris wondered what Jack would say or do if he told him the truth. He tried to imagine how that would play out. I’m gay and I dumped the best man I’ve ever known. I’m dying inside. I want him back more than anything in this world.
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Yeah. That would go over well in the cloistered testosterone city that was their fire station. Chris could just see the revulsion and panic on the faces of his fellow firefighters. Okay, maybe a few of them would simply shrug and go on about their days, but the others… Chris couldn’t stomach the idea of sharing a station with former friends suddenly afraid to shower or change near him. He would become an instant pariah and he simply couldn’t face that. Back in the day room, Chris lounged with his workmates. While they watched a late-afternoon baseball game and hotly debated the teams’ rosters, Chris allowed his thoughts to wander. They always turned to Max. What was he doing? Was he thinking of Chris? Was he fucking someone else? Had Max replaced him already? The thought of another man sharing Max’s bed, sucking him off and showing him pleasure, made Chris sick. Even though he’d forfeited the right to have any opinion on what—or who—went down in Max’s bedroom, Chris couldn’t shake the surge of jealousy pounding through his veins. He’d never known such regret. He’d never been so disgusted with himself. But wallowing in self-pity wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He’d made his choice. All he could do now was man up and accept the consequences. His cell phone vibrated against his hip. Chris’ heart jumped in his chest at the chance it might be Max. A quick glance at the display crushed that hope. It was McKenzie, his sister. He stood and headed out of the day room into the adjacent hallway. “Hey, Mac. What’s up?” “Just checking in with you,” she said, her voice sounding a bit tinny. “I’m about an hour or so from Mom and Dad’s. Thought I’d get the lowdown from you before I hit their front door.” “Nothing new to tell,” he said, leaning back against the wall. “Same shit, different day.”
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“Nice,” Mac replied with a little laugh. She hesitated before continuing. “You give any thought to my offer?” Chris sighed. Mac was the only person in the entire world he’d trusted enough to tell about Max. He’d spared her none of the ugly details. She’d cried for him when he couldn’t bring himself to shed a single tear. “I think I’ll pass, sis.” “Chris,” Mac said forcefully, “you’re making a huge mistake. I have thousands and thousands of frequent-flier miles. I want you to take them and fly your sorry ass to Paris and beg that man to forgive your stupid behind.” Chris couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, Mac, way to make me feel better about myself.” “Look, Chris, it’s become painfully clear to me that you won’t help yourself. If I have to come down to Houston, kidnap you and drag you onto that plane myself, I will. It’s time to swallow that pride and go after him. He made you happy. What else do you need?” A wry smile curved his mouth. She was so much like Max in her outlook. They both saw things so simply. If it makes you happy, do it and damn the repercussions. “I’ll think about it, Mac.” McKenzie gave a frustrated grunt. “I’m coming to see you on my way back to New York.” “Mac—” “Nope,” she said, interrupting his protest. “You can’t change my mind. I’ll be there some time on Wednesday afternoon. And don’t try to pull that ‘I’m working’ crap. Just leave a key for me. If you don’t, I’ll come down to the station and make a royal ass of myself.” “Fine. Whatever.” He knew Mac well enough to know when to surrender. “I’ll see you Wednesday. Tell Mom and Dad hi for me.” “I will. Be safe, bro.”
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Chris slipped his phone back into the holder clipped onto his belt. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall. Mac’s offer was more than he deserved. Like his fateful meeting with Max all those weeks ago, this seemed to be another moment of the planets aligning just so. But could he do it? Could he really go down on bended knees and beg Max to take him back? More importantly, did Max even want him anymore? That, Chris realized, was the reason for his reticence. Max had every reason never to see him again. Throwing Chris out on his ass would be perfectly within Max’s rights as the wronged lover. The humiliation of flying all that way and begging forgiveness only to be turned away would be a death blow to Chris’ confidence. But it was the only way he’d get his answer. Either Max wanted to give him another chance or not. If it took a heaping serving of humble pie to get some closure, then so be it. Chris jerked as the tones went off. Seconds later, a dispatcher’s voice filtered over the various radios about the station. An apartment chockablock full of fireworks was on fire. Adrenaline pumping, Chris rushed out to join his buddies. They hopped into their boots and bunker gear, slinging jackets and clipped-on helmets over their shoulders before making a mad dash to their seats on the engine or ambulance. Even before they reached the warehouse, the fireball and plumes of colored smoke could be seen on the darkening horizon. Bursts of color punctuated the dusky skyline. Chris could tell this was going to be a bad one. “What kind of an asshole stores the inventory for his fireworks stand in his apartment?” Jack’s voice was scratchy over the headset. “Fucking idiots!” Chris had to concur on that one. The things he saw in his job were just shocking. The Darwin Awards had nothing on some of these yahoos. By the time they pulled up to the curb in the swarming parking lot of the apartment, all hell had broken loose. The adjacent buildings were catching fire. People were losing their minds and running around in circles. Police were trying to cordon off 71
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the scene and establish some kind of crowd control. Cars were blocking hydrant access. Oh yeah, this was one grade-A clusterfuck. The second his feet hit pavement, Chris jumped into action. He pulled on his bunker jacket and face mask then slipped his SCBA over his shoulders and latched it around his waist. He tugged on his gloves and slammed on his helmet. Those buildings had to be cleared fast. God only knew how many people could potentially be trapped inside the burning structures. Chris’ feet didn’t hesitate as he rushed inside the flaming deathtrap behind his brethren. From that moment forward, everything blurred. Adrenaline fueled his mind. Instincts dictated his actions. Hand on the wall, he made his way farther into a smokefilled apartment. His free hand swept in search of the two people they thought might still be inside the place. By the time he’d cleared the farthest rooms of the apartment and was on his way back out, the flames from the adjoining unit had spread to this one. The wall burned freely now. The cheap kitchen cabinets were readily available fuel. It happened so quickly Chris couldn’t say for certain what, exactly, had gone wrong. One second he was crouching low and moving forward at a steady pace. In the next, the ceiling was caving in, raining down burning sheetrock and furniture from the unit overhead. He saw two flailing legs clad in bunker gear a split second before the weight of the ceiling shoved him to the ground. Chris cried out in pain. Something had snapped in his shoulder and left arm. Skinblistering heat threatened to cook him alive. Something was wrong with his face mask. His air flow was low. Panic set in as he tried to thrash against the tremendous weight of debris threatening to suffocate him. As he hovered on the edge of blacking out, Chris thought only of Max. He willed what he was sure would be his last words to reach the only man he’d ever loved. “I’m sorry.”
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Max skimmed the financial-news reports on his laptop screen and sipped his morning cup of coffee. There wasn’t much of any interest in the weekend reports but he checked them anyway. Every so often there was a hint of trouble at this company or that. What went unnoticed by most stood out plainly to Max. He’d made some of his most profitable deals based on hunches from otherwise innocuous articles. He was like a shark. The barest tinge of blood in the water and he was circling for the kill. Business had been good lately; thriving, actually. Without Chris to occupy him with lustful thoughts, Max had plenty of brainpower to devote to work. Staying busy lessened his depression somewhat. He still ached for Chris but it had become a bearable pain. As much as it confused and annoyed him, Max still craved the man. Chris had stomped on his heart but Max would have taken him back in a heartbeat. He wondered what that said about him. How pathetic was he to want the man who had hurt him so terribly? But it wasn’t that simple. There were so many shades of gray to be considered. Max understood on some level why Chris had bailed. Things weren’t as black and white as Max liked to believe. Love clearly wasn’t enough. The consequences for Chris coming out were much more serious than they were for Max. He could afford to not do business with people who didn’t quite approve of his choice of partner. Chris depended on his fellow firefighters to have his back at the worst of times. A moment’s hesitation could be fatal. Reflecting on it now, Max knew it was unfair of him to have expected anything more from Chris. Or, at least, to have expected him to change so quickly. Chris had taken a huge leap outside his comfort zone in agreeing to come to France for that wonderful week they’d spent together. Max shouldn’t have pushed so hard. He saw that now. In a way, Max was thankful Chris had ended it when he did. It was a small mercy.
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His cell phone chirped. Max set aside his cup of coffee and reached for the phone. His heart stuttered at the sight of Chris’ number flashing on the screen. Max’s mouth went dry. His stomach dropped. With trembling fingers, he answered the call. “Hello?” “Max Dantes?” He frowned at the unexpected sound of a woman’s voice. “Yes. With whom am I speaking?” “Max, this is McKenzie Collins, Chris’ sister. You don’t know me, but please don’t hang up.” The pleading tone of her voice worried him. “I won’t.” “Max, I know things didn’t end well between the two of you but I thought you should know about Chris’ accident.” Max stiffened. A ripple of panic stabbed his belly. “Accident? What kind of accident?” “Chris was hurt pretty badly in a fire last night. He’s in the ICU at the moment. In a coma,” she added softly. “He suffered some burns on his legs and broke some bones. He was without oxygen for a while.” The sound of her tears tore at him. His throat knotted up as he stood quickly, nearly knocking over his chair. “I’m coming. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Relief filled her voice. “Thank you, Max. Call me as soon as you land. I’ll have his phone on me.” “I will.” Max rushed to pack a bag and get a jet fueled. On route to the airport, he made a series of calls to delegate company responsibilities. He didn’t want to be bothered. His sole focus was getting to Chris as quickly as possible. The idea of suffering through hours upon hours with nothing to do but imagining the worst was daunting. As the plane gained altitude, Max leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes. The image of Chris’ boyish grin flashed through his mind. The phantom sensation
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of Chris’ warm lips against his neck filled him with a sense of longing. His mind conjured up gruesome images that caused his stomach to contract with fear. Suddenly all the ugliness that had passed between them didn’t matter. Max understood clearly what he wanted. If Chris survived this—and he would, because Max had to believe that—then Max was determined to fight like hell to convince him to try again. They belonged together. There was no disputing that now. Max wiped a hand down his face. He sighed heavily and stared out the window, willing the plane to fly a little faster. “Chris…”
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Chapter Eight “Max?” He turned toward the direction of the now-familiar voice of McKenzie Collins. All around him medical professionals and patient visitors swarmed in the glass-paned lobby of the downtown Houston hospital. Navigating the dense neighborhood where the medical center was located had been a nightmare on his nerves. His driver had tried to make small talk but Max had been less than interested. He was consumed by thoughts of Chris. “Yes.” He stepped forward and shook her hand. There was no mistaking the family resemblance, with her similarly colored hair and eyes. “Nice to meet you, McKenzie. I only wish the circumstances had been different.” “As do I,” she said softly. Squeezing his hand, McKenzie moved a bit closer. “He’s improved since you left Paris. They’re weaning him off the ventilator. They hope he’ll wake up sometime today or tomorrow.” Relief flooded his system. “And the burns and broken bones?” “The burns to his ankles and calves are second degree and almost completely superficial expect for a small spot.” She shook her head, seemingly in awe. “He’s incredibly lucky they were able to pull him out so quickly. He snapped his collarbone and broke his arm in two different places. It’s going to take him a while to recover, but he will.” Max swallowed hard, his eyes suddenly hot. He glanced away briefly, desperate to compose himself. McKenzie’s soft hand touched his shoulder. She smiled warmly at him. “He’s going to be so happy to see you.” “I’m not so sure of that,” he said with an uneasy laugh. “He was quite adamant about keeping his public and private lives separate and now here I am.” 76
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“He made a mistake, Max. He was planning to come see you, to apologize for being such an asshole.” She gestured toward the elevator bank with her head. “Come on up with me. I’ll sneak you in to see him.” “Are you sure?” Uncertainty quivered through him. He shifted the heavy strap of his hastily packed overnight bag. “I don’t want to cause any problems.” “None of Max’s coworkers are here at the moment. Our parents just left for their hotel room.” She seemed to have caught his questioning expression. “It’s okay, Max. Our parents know about Chris. He came out to them years ago. It was a huge thing then but they’ve come to terms with it.” His mind at ease now, he nodded. “Let’s go.” The ride up to ICU seemed to last forever. Just before they stepped off into the waiting room, McKenzie stopped him. “Just so you know, Mom and Dad and I agreed to pretend you’re my husband. HIPPA laws and all that,” she explained with a playful wink. Max smiled as he set his bag in a corner of the mostly deserted room. “Whatever works.” He’d expected some kind of rigid protocol once they reached the floor where Chris lay in his drug-induced coma but there was surprisingly little resistance. McKenzie’s little white lie granted him access to the room. Because of Chris’ burns, the nurse in charge asked Max to wash his hands and slip into a gown before entering the room. He was instructed not to touch the bandages covering Chris’ ankles or calves. Max’s stomach pitched violently as he stepped into the antiseptic-scented room behind McKenzie. Machines beeped loudly. A ventilator exhaled and hissed with every breath it pumped into Chris’ lungs. He moved closer to the bed. His gaze moved over Chris’ bandaged lower extremities and higher to his bare chest. A sheet shielded his genitals from the view of anyone who walked by the glass-walled room. Clear tubes snaked from catheters placed in his hands and ran up to various bags of fluids and medications hanging on nearby metal stands.
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Tears spilled down Max’s cheeks at the sight of his big, strong man completely immobile and looking so incredibly vulnerable in the hospital bed. Max could almost be fooled into thinking Chris was simply asleep. He looked utterly serene. Only the slight singe of hair on the left side of his head gave any other impression. Without thinking, Max reached out and caressed Chris’ cheek. Stubble rasped his fingertips. At the last second, Max stopped himself before bending down to press a kiss to Chris’ mouth. Anyone could walk by at any moment and see the amorous exchange. He slowly dragged his hand away and tried to remember to be more careful. “You really do love him.” He looked up to find McKenzie staring at him, her eyes suspiciously bright. “Yes.” Max wiped his cheeks and turned his attention to Chris’ face. “He broke my heart when he walked out on me. I thought I’d die.” Max didn’t know why he was telling her all of this. He couldn’t stop the words though. There was something about McKenzie Collins that coaxed the truth out of him. “He was coming to see me?” Max still couldn’t believe it. McKenzie nodded and placed her hands on the side rail of the hospital bed. “I offered him my frequent-flier miles for the trip. He called me after he got back from Paris. He knew he’d made the biggest mistake of his life…but you know Chris.” She smiled and shook her head. “He’s so stubborn sometimes.” Max’s lips curved. “Yes, very.” A nurse popped her head in the door. She smiled apologetically. “Time’s up.” Max lingered at Chris’ bedside. The thought of leaving tore him up but he knew there was nothing he could do about it. Until Chris woke, the ICU enforced strict visitation policies. He brushed his fingers over Chris’ lips, pressing all his love and hope for a quick recovery into the brief touch. His silent goodbye made, Max left the room and stripped out of the protective clothing.
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“Where are you staying?” McKenzie asked as they rode down in the elevator. “I can give you a ride.” “I have no idea,” Max admitted. “I didn’t think that far ahead.” He reached into the front pocket of his jeans for his phone. Hopefully his usual hotel had a room. McKenzie stopped him with a touch of his arm. “Don’t bother. I know of a place you can stay.” “No need to worry. I’ve never had a problem booking a room in this town.” She fixed him with a determined look. “Why don’t you stay at Chris’ place? I saw the look on your face when the nurse asked us to leave.” Her voice softened. “You need this, Max. It’s a way for you to be close to him.” Max didn’t know what to say. The idea of sleeping where Chris slept was incredibly comforting but it struck him as vey intrusive. “I’m not sure.” “I insist.” McKenzie slipped her arm through his and walked him out of the elevator. “If you think Chris is stubborn, you have no idea how hardheaded I can be.” Max decided he didn’t want to find out and allowed her to take him out to her luxury sports car. He stowed his bag in the trunk and slid into the passenger seat. She drove a bit too wild for his taste but he held the urge to stomp his imaginary brake at bay. As she navigated through the thick traffic, McKenzie talked shop. He could tell it was her attempt to keep his mind off Chris and played along. Soon, she’d drawn him in completely with her extensive knowledge of the financial markets. He found himself wondering if he should have her investigated by one of his headhunters. “Almost there,” McKenzie said as she turned into a modest subdivision. The scent of barbecue hung heavy in the early-evening air. He jumped at the unexpected sound of fireworks. McKenzie laughed. “Fourth of July.”
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“Ah.” He’d completely forgotten. The date had barely registered as he’d rushed to leave Paris. The sight of a bottle rocket bursting against the purpling sky caught his attention. “How was Chris hurt?” “Some stupid bastard stored his inventory of fireworks in his apartment.” Annoyance and disbelief colored her voice. “Who the hell does that?” Max shrugged. “Perhaps storage is expensive.” She grunted. “I guess.” “The fire at the apartment was bad?” “Very bad,” she said, turning into a driveway near the end of a cul-de-sac. “Chris was looking for trapped people when the ceiling caved in on top of him. Another firefighter broke both of his legs in the fall. They were pulled out of the crumbling apartment just minutes before the roof collapsed.” She shuddered and killed the engine. “Scary stuff.” Max couldn’t find the words. He just nodded. Thinking of how easily Chris could have been killed made bile rise in his throat. “This is it.” She took her keys from the ignition and dropped them in her purse. “Doesn’t really compare to your grand chateau.” He chuckled at her playful wink. “It’s cozy.” She laughed and climbed out of the car. He walked around to the trunk and grabbed his bag then followed her into the brick ranch-style house. The moment he crossed the threshold, the scent that was so perfectly Chris filled his nose. The smell recalled a host of memories. Like a sucker punch to the gut, Max remembered the last time he’d tucked his nose against Chris’ neck and inhaled that delicious scent. “You okay?” McKenzie studied him. “Fine.” His voice was rough so he cleared his throat. He cast a glance around the living room filled with comfy furniture and electronic gadgets. One wall was covered with pictures. Max drew closer out of curiosity. His eyes danced over the snapshots of
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Chris as a kid playing baseball and a teen in a football uniform. There were photos taken during his time at the fire academy and plenty of Chris with McKenzie and the two people he assumed to be their parents. McKenzie moved to stand next to him. She tapped a picture of Chris making a funny face behind their father’s head. “Chris was such a goof.” She pointed to another series of photos. “He loves being the center of attention.” She gave him a quick tour of the house before writing down her cell number and the address of Chris’ house just in case he wanted to call a cab. McKenzie handed over the keys to the place. “I’m heading back to the hotel where my parents are staying. I have a room there. I think they need me right now. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call, okay?” He pocketed the keys. “I won’t.” McKenzie surprised him by throwing her arms around him and hugging him tight. “I’m so glad you came, Max. Chris really needs you.” He returned her embrace. “I’m grateful you called.” She patted his cheek before heading toward the front door. “I’ll pick you up in the morning for breakfast. It’s time you met my parents.” Before Max could protest, she’d disappeared. He had a feeling she wouldn’t have listened anyway. Left alone in Chris’ house, the reality of the situation finally sank in, and hard. Max couldn’t get the image of Chris in that hospital bed out of his mind. He could smell the fire and feel the flames licking at his own skin. Just thinking of Chris crushed beneath burning debris made him weak with fear. Max needed to ground himself somehow. He wandered into Chris’ bedroom. Standing in the doorway, he eyed the bed with its rumpled covers. Tees and jeans and socks littered the room. An amused smile tugged at his mouth. During the few times they’d spent time together, Chris’ sloppiness had exasperated Max. He liked his spaces clean and neat. Chris seemed to thrive on chaos. 81
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Sitting on the edge of the bed, Max wondered how in the world they were going to mesh their lives. How quickly would he tire of picking up Chris’ dirty socks? Max stopped himself. What was he thinking? Just because he’d come all this way, there was no guarantee Chris would have him back. Despite McKenzie’s assertions Chris had been preparing to apologize and beg forgiveness, it hadn’t happened yet. For all Max knew, this accident might have changed Chris. Perhaps he would wake up and decide life was too short for commitments. Maybe he would decide he didn’t want to settle for Max. And what if Chris was angry with him for coming? Chris guarded his privacy so carefully and Max’s presence in Houston, at the hospital and now at his house, threatened all of that. But he couldn’t think of that now. He was here. There was no turning back. Once Chris woke up—and he hoped that was soon—Max would get his answers. Max reached for the nearest piece of discarded clothing, a t-shirt, and held it up to his nose. He lay back onto the bed and curled up on his side. Breathing in the scent of Chris clinging to the cotton, he fell into a much-needed sleep.
***** The next morning, as he waited for McKenzie, Max sank down onto the soft, brown leather couch and reached for the remote to catch up on the news. As he did, a stack of books and an iPod on the end table caught his eye. He lifted the books onto his lap and stared at them. French language courses. Max slipped the earbuds in place and pressed play. French phrases met his ears. He thumbed through the workbooks, noting Chris’ scribbles in the margins. He was learning French. For me.
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He couldn’t explain it, but the knowledge Chris had undertaken to learn his native tongue moved Max so deeply. It gave him such hope that maybe, just maybe, things were going to be all right between them.
***** Chris was on fire. Smoke filled his lungs and choked the breath right out of him. Heavy weight pressed down on his chest. He was suffocating and burning. He thrashed in panic. And then he was swimming in the warm, salty waters of the Mediterranean. His body glided through the water. He rolled onto his back and took long, lazy strokes toward a floating yacht. The outline of a man, his man, standing on the deck caught his eye. Lust burned low in his belly. Chris was in bed now, his arms tied overhead, his legs bound below. Lips skimmed his abdomen. A hand caressed the length of his rigid cock. Enraptured, Chris groaned and lifted his hips, desperate for the velvet rasp of his lover’s tongue on his penis. He tugged at his bonds and begged for release but his lover only laughed and continued to torment him with slow swipes of his tongue and gentle suckling on his sac. The pleasure was intense. “Max.” Chris breathed his lover’s name. “Max.” “I’m here. I’m right here.” Drawn from the depths of his delicious dream, Chris blinked until his vision focused. A beeping noise filled his ears. Confused, he darted a quick gaze at his surroundings. A hospital room. Electronic monitors recorded his vital signs. IV tubes fed fluids and medications into his veins. It all came rushing back. The heat, the flames, the fear. “Chris?”
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He turned his head and there he was, sitting on the edge of the bed. Max, the one person he’d feared never seeing again. A shimmer of tears rode the surface of Max’s eyes. His soft fingers clasped Chris’ wrist. A hopeful smile played on his face. “Max.” His voice croaked. He grimaced as his lips cracked from dryness but the slight sting didn’t matter. He was alive and Max was here. “I’m sorry.” Max shook his head. “Shh,” he whispered. “None of that matters now.” And it didn’t. Chris could see forgiveness clearly reflected in Max’s eyes. He swallowed and nodded. “Thank you.” Max touched his cheek. A playful grin curved those beautiful lips. “You need a shave. Desperately,” he added. “And a shower,” Chris said as he slowly became aware of his griminess. “Not for a while,” Max replied. “Not until those burns on your legs heal.” Chris frowned. Burns? He started to lift his head to glance at his feet but a sharp pain stabbed his collarbone and arm. He cursed in surprise. “Easy,” Max whispered. He pointed out the brace supporting Chris’ collarbone and the cast and sling on his lower arm. “These will take a while to heal too.” Chris studied his injuries. The realization of how lucky he was struck hard. “Could have been worse.” Max snorted at his cavalier reply. “Yes.” Chris started to laugh but yawned instead. He glanced at his IV. “Looks like I’m on the good stuff.” “I’ll take your word for it.” Max reached out and caressed Chris’ jaw. “I should go get your parents and sister. They’re out in the waiting room. I want them to see you before you fall back asleep.” That tidbit broke through his drowsiness. “You’ve met my parents?” Max looked suddenly nervous. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—”
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Chris lifted his hand and pressed his fingers to Max’s lips. “It’s all right.” He smiled knowingly. “McKenzie?” Max smiled and nodded. “She’s very forceful.” “That’s one word for it.” Chris took a good, long look at Max. There were deep lines of exhaustion etching his mouth and dark circles beneath his eyes. Worry was written all over his face. Seeing the depth of his concern was incredibly moving. Chris grasped Max’s hand and slowly brought it to his mouth. “I’m glad you came.” “Nothing would have kept me away.” The intensity of Max’s declaration rocked Chris. “Kiss me.” Max shot a glance at the doorway. “Someone could see us.” Where Chris expected a quiver of panic at the idea of being discovered, he felt only the strongest sense of calm. “I don’t care.” Max fixed him with the most tender of gazes. He leaned forward and teasingly brushed his lips across Chris’ mouth. He melted into the kiss, taking hold of Max’s shirt with his good hand and pulling him close. Max sucked on his lower lip and rubbed their noses together. Chris pressed his forehead to Max’s. “Je t’aime.” Max pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Je t’aime aussi.” Happiness bubbled in Chris’ chest. Max placed one last kiss on Chris’ temple and backed away from the bed. “I’m going to find your family. I’ll come in and see you again once they’ve had their turns.” “Two family visitors at a time?” Chris guessed at the ICU visiting policy and Max nodded in affirmation. He thought of something else. “So how did you get around the family-only policy?” Max laughed as he hesitated in the doorway. “Apparently I married your sister.” “What?”
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Max stepped back inside the room and lowered his voice. “McKenzie told the staff I’m her husband.” Chris shook his head. “Leave it to Mac.” “Yes, and let’s hope no one saw us just now.” Max smiled mischievously. “Can you imagine how that kiss will set tongues wagging around here? The husband having an affair with the brother-in-law!” Grinning, Chris leaned back against his pillow and listened to Max’s fading chuckle. It was a sound so comforting to his ears. Seeing Max’s face as he woke was a healing salve in and of itself. He couldn’t wait to get better, to be able to hold Max again…and more.
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Chapter Nine Max was giddy with relief. Suddenly light and carefree, he sunk into one of the waiting room chairs and dragged a hand down his face. Chris was awake. He was going to be fine. Across from him, McKenzie sat cross-legged on a couch and chattered excitedly into her cell phone to friends. Chris’ parents were in his room now. They were obviously relieved their son showed no signs of mental impairment after his short time without oxygen. The nearby elevator doors slid open and a group of firefighters exited the chrome box. So far Max had managed to avoid the men and women who worked with Chris. He’d overheard McKenzie speaking to some of them earlier. When they’d assumed Max was her boyfriend, she hadn’t corrected them. Until Chris said otherwise, Max intended to play along with that assumption. McKenzie cut short her phone call and moved to the other side of the waiting room where there was more available seating. The firefighters gathered close and listened intently as she gave them an update on Chris’ condition. Max pulled out his iPhone and checked his email. He was in the middle of typing out a quick message when he felt someone drawing near. “So you’re Max.” He looked up into the impassive face of one of the firefighters. Max immediately sensed something was up and decided to be guarded with his answers. “Yes.” “I’m Jack.” The fireman took the seat McKenzie had just vacated. He sat in pensive silence, his forehead wrinkled and lips pursed. He fidgeted with the sleeve of his uniform. The nervous movements pushed up the material just enough to give Max a view of a beautifully inked tattoo.
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“That’s very well done.” Max motioned to the tattoo peeking out at him when Jack frowned with confusion. “Chris has one similar.” Nodding, Jack brushed his fingers over the tattoo. “We had them done at the same studio.” He gestured to his comrades with a quick wave of his hand. “A lot of us go there. They have a distinct style.” “Ah.” Max tapped his finger along the back of his phone as he searched for some innocuous topic. “Have you known Chris long?” “Four years, almost five. I thought I knew him well.” Max shifted uneasily in his chair. His stomach knotted with fear. Jack fixed him with a penetrating stare. “He asked for you when we pulled him out of the fire.” Seeming uncomfortable, he looked away as he continued in a low tone. “It was loud. I thought I’d misheard.” He shook his head. “But he asked for you again and then told me to tell you he was sorry and he loved you.” The fine hairs on the back of Max’s neck stood at attention. Panic seized his belly. He feared the worst now. Jack caught his gaze again. “I don’t care, you know? I just wish he’d told me, trusted me.” Max exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He wet his lips and tried to still his shaking fingers. “I can’t speak for Chris on the matter. It’s something best discussed with him.” “Fair enough.” Jack relaxed and stretched out his legs. “So you’ve been together for a while?” “Long enough,” Max replied. “You love him?” “Very much so.” Jack gave a stiff bob of his head. “Good.”
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Max wondered if he’d just passed muster. He tried to wrap his mind around the bizarreness of the conversation. “So what do you do in France? You are French?” Jack sought confirmation for his assumption. “Yes. I own an investment group.” Jack’s eyebrows lifted. “Yeah? There good money in that?” “I do all right.” Jack laughed. “I bet you do.” Max’s gaze drifted to the throng of firefighters talking to McKenzie. He had to know, even if he didn’t like the answer. “What will they say?” Jack’s gaze followed his. He turned back to Max and shrugged. “A lot of things, some of them good, some of them not.” “I don’t want trouble for Chris. I couldn’t live with myself if our relationship cost him his safety at work.” “It won’t,” Jack assured him. “I won’t let it.” Max sensed Jack was a man of his word. “Thank you.” Jack flicked his hand dismissively. “How long are you in town?” “I’m not sure. Why?” “We take care of our own. If Chris won’t have someone to help him out once he’s discharged, I need to start drawing up some schedules.” He hadn’t thought that far in advance. He’d need to make some calls soon. “Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I’ll be here until he tells me to leave.” “Glad to hear it.” Jack checked his watch and stood. “We’ve got to get back to the station.” He held out his hand. “It was nice to meet you, Max.” Max shook his hand. “The pleasure was mine.” “I’ll see you around, Max.”
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As Jack started to walk away, Max stopped him. A crazy and impulsive urge had gripped him. “Can you give me the name of the studio where you had that tattoo done?” “Sure.” Jack retrieved his wallet from the back pocket of his uniform pants and pulled out a worn business card. “Ask for Judy or Kale. Tell them I sent you.” “I will.” Max took the card. “Thank you.” “Anytime.” Max slipped the card into the front pocket of his jeans. An idea was forming. He only wondered if he had the balls to see it through. “Everything okay?” McKenzie’s face betrayed her worry. “Jack knows.” Max sat down and crossed his legs. “He was surprisingly nonplussed.” McKenzie paled a bit as she took a seat. “How?” “Apparently Chris asked for me.” A soft smile brightened her face. “That’s so sweet.” Max laughed at her sappiness. “And dangerous for a man trying to keep his personal life private.” “Is Jack going to tell the rest of them?” “No. I think he’ll leave that to Chris.” McKenzie blew out a relieved breath. “Good.” She narrowed her eyes “What did he give you just then?” “A business card,” Max said, deliberately evasive. “I see.” He could tell she was fighting her natural nosiness. He enjoyed toying with her and decided to leave it at that. “Where do you think your parents would like to have dinner tonight? Now that Chris is out of danger, I think it would be beneficial for them to have a nice, relaxing meal.” 90
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McKenzie’s expression told him she wasn’t at all fooled by his change in direction but she let it go. They discussed restaurants and settled on a steakhouse her parents enjoyed when in the Houston area. After Chris’ parents finished their visit, Max was able to sneak in one last moment with Chris before the ICU visiting hours ended for the evening. He and McKenzie decided not to tell Chris about Jack just yet. He’d only just woken up from a traumatizing ordeal. Adding more stress didn’t seem very sensible. Dinner went well. Max was finally starting to feel comfortable around Chris’ parents and vice versa. After dessert, Max hailed a taxi while McKenzie took her parents back to their hotel. He felt a flicker of anxiety as the taxi crossed Houston to the tattoo studio. Was he really going to do this? He paid his fare and lingered uncertainly on the sidewalk. The dubious-looking studio sat in the center of a strip mall with what looked to be a head shop on its left. Max had second thoughts. Did he really want to expose his body to the prick of a needle in this dingy neighborhood? Not one to easily admit fear, Max mustered his courage and entered the shop. He was pleasantly surprised by the extremely clean and neat interior. Photos of tattoos and framed pieces of original art covered the walls. The buzz of tattoo machines could just barely be heard over the pulsing rock music. A couple sat in chairs and flipped through a portfolio while a group of college-aged girls perused the walls for just the right piece of art. “Can I help you?” A spunky young woman in a vintage tee and faded jeans greeted him with a peppy smile. It was now or never. Max took a step forward. “A friend recommended this studio for a tattoo I’d like to have done.” Max was able to secure Judy for his tattoo. A variety of artwork covered her bare arms and tendrils of a vine snaked along the side of her neck. She wore her sable hair pulled into a high ponytail. Her nails were neatly trimmed and buffed, her makeup simple.
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“Have any idea what you want?” She escorted him to her private booth and pulled out a sketchpad. “Vaguely,” Max answered as he took a seat. “I want something to honor a firefighter. Something unique,” he added. “Maybe Saint Florian.” Her eyes lit up at the suggestion. She reached down and pulled a binder off a shelf. Max waited as she thumbed through the pages. She presented a sketch to him. “How about this?” Max studied the rendering of Saint Florian. It was beautifully done. “I like it.” “Maybe we could center him in a Maltese cross of flames with some firefighter gear on the four points. Ladder, axe, helmet and hydrant?” Max nodded and watched her sketch out the tattoo for his approval. They made small talk as she worked. When she finished, he took one look and knew it was exactly what he wanted. “Where do you want it?” Judy prepared her supplies and indicated he should sit in the chair. “Here,” Max said, touching his chest, just above his heart. Her pierced eyebrow lifted. “Boyfriend?” Max smiled and unbuttoned his shirt. He slipped it off, along with his undershirt, and draped both over the back of the chair. Adrenaline gushed into his blood stream as he mentally prepared himself for what was sure to be a painful couple of hours. “I could add his name, if you’d like.” “I would.” She nodded and moved into place. Max relaxed his arms at his sides as she smiled reassuringly. “It’ll all be over before you know it.” “Take your time.” In some odd way, Max needed this painful experience. He needed to feel some small amount of what Chris had survived. More than anything, he wanted a permanent memento of the day. Something beautiful he would see every time
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Chapter Ten “God, I am so glad to be home.” Chris vibrated with excitement as McKenzie pulled into his driveway. Getting out of that damn hospital felt so good. Hospitals were good for some things but they sure as hell weren’t healing places. It was impossible to rest with nurses and doctors coming in and out of his room at all times of the day and night. The lack of privacy just compounded the problem. Even after he’d been moved to a room on a general floor, he’d had no chance to simply be alone with Max. The front door of the house opened as McKenzie turned off the ignition. Max practically bounded out onto the porch and down the sidewalk. Chris didn’t even try to squash his grin. Max’s happiness was infectious. “Here. Let me help you.” Max slipped an arm around his chest, careful to avoid his still-broken collarbone, and eased him out of the seat. Chris didn’t really need the help but knew it made Max feel useful. He wasn’t about to turn down the chance for contact either. Although his legs were sore from the burns, they were still functional. The small spot where the burn had gone the deepest would require a little more care but everything else had healed almost entirely in the eleven days he’d been in the hospital. He would always be grateful he’d escaped the collapse without severe burns. Max’s arm slid to his waist as they walked side-by-side into the house. The sensation of Max’s heat pressing against him sent Chris’ libido into overdrive. It had been so long since he’d felt Max’s body. Having his lover so close and not being able to act on his sexual urges was going to kill him, of that Chris was sure. He ached for a little intimacy. Even the simple act of sharing a bed would suffice tonight. But there were his parents and sister and a horde of well-wishers to deal with first. Within an hour of arriving home, Chris’ doorbell began to ring and a never-ending
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stream of coworkers and their spouses traipsed through the door bearing all sorts of food gifts. His mother dealt with the food while his father and McKenzie did their best to keep people from staying too long. When the first few firefighters arrived, Max made a beeline for the laundry room with some lame story about needing to wash linens. Chris realized he’d placed Max in an awkward position. He hadn’t missed the curious looks during his coworkers’ visits to his hospital room once he’d been moved out of ICU. His quick conversation with Jack had affirmed his hazy recollections of the moments following his extrication from the apartment. Max came into the living room with a tray of iced tea and clear plastic cups, Chris’ mother only a few steps behind bearing snacks. After Max placed the tray on the coffee table, he made a move to return to some hidden part of the house but Chris stopped him. He clasped Max’s hand and tugged him down on the couch next to him. Max hesitated, darting a nervous glance at their guests, but didn’t fight the silent invite. Their gazes met briefly. Chris smiled encouragingly. Love burned bright and hot in Max’s eyes. An electric zing zipped through Chris’ fingers and up his arm, arcing straight to his heart. In that instant, nothing else mattered. He had Max and that was enough. Chris turned daring eyes to his fellow firefighters. In some of their gazes, he saw shock and confusion. In others, Chris saw acceptance and understanding. He’d finally done it. Here, in front of God and everyone, he’d publicly claimed the man who safely guarded his heart. “So, Max,” Jack ended the lull in the conversation, “I hear you have a pretty nice yacht. You ever go deep-sea fishing?” Amusement glinting in his eyes, Max leaned back against the couch. “Is that a gentle nudge to have my yacht sailed here so you can enjoy some fishing in the Gulf?” “Well, hell, if you’re offering…”
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Laughter filled the room, dissipating the cloud of discomfort. Jack and Max drove the conversation from that point forward. Chris carefully watched the faces of the men and women in his living room. He could see a few of them were grossly uncomfortable with his newly admitted sexual orientation. Whether or not they would come around, he couldn’t say. If they didn’t like it, that was just tough. Chris was done living his life in the shadows. Max had coaxed him into the light and he intended to stay there. When the house finally emptied that evening, Chris relaxed completely. Max doted on him, bringing him dinner and his medications, and Chris humored the nursemaid behavior. Later they moved into his bedroom to watch the nightly news. Chris reclined against the headboard while Max stood nearby and sorted through a basket of clean clothes. A stain on one of Max’s white undershirts caught his eye. “What is that?” Chris gestured to the stain. “Looks like blood.” Max shook his head. “Ink.” “Ink?” Max dropped the boxers he was folding. He faced Chris, grasped the bottom of his gray polo shirt and drew it up and over his head. The shirt fell from his hand onto the floor. Chris’ gaze immediately jumped to the fresh tattoo covering Max’s chest. The vivid hues were stunning against his tanned skin. The firefighter imagery emblazoned over his lover’s heart knocked the air from Chris’ lungs. His own heart stammered at the sight of his name in the flames. Overwhelmed by emotion, Chris swallowed and reached out his hand. “May I?” Max clasped his wrist and brought his fingers close. When Chris ran his fingertips lightly over the healing tattoo, Max shuddered. He pulled away quickly. “Did I hurt you?” “No.” Max carried Chris’ hand to his lips and placed feathery kisses on every finger. “Do you like it?”
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“I love it. I can’t believe you did that for me.” “I can’t believe I didn’t do it sooner.” Chris grinned playfully. “I suppose I’ll have to get one for you. Maybe a big pile of money right here.” He tapped his chest. “Or the stock market index? What do you think?” “Let’s table that one for the moment.” Chris chuckled and then yawned loudly as exhaustion and the loopy effects of his medications kicked in fully. Max touched his face. “Tired?” “Sorry.” “Don’t apologize.” Max kissed him tenderly. He cleared away the laundry and then arranged the pillows according to Chris’ instructions before helping him move into a more comfortable position “You need your rest.” “Not too much.” Chris shifted against the pillows. “I’m going to have to see about going back on light duty soon.” “No.” Max was firm as he switched off the bedside lamp. Chris turned toward him. “Max, I have bills to pay. I can’t sit around—” Max silenced him with a kiss. “I’ll take care of it.” Chris started to argue but Max kissed him again, this time sensually and slow. “I’ll take care of you.” There was nothing to do but nod and snuggle closer. Chris wished he could place his ear against Max’s chest and let his heartbeat put him to sleep but his collarbone brace wouldn’t allow it. For now, Max’s arm draped across his belly would have to do. “If you start paying my mortgage, you really are going to be my sugar daddy.” Max’s laughter echoed in the darkness. “Go to sleep.” Chris found his hand and interlaced their fingers. “I love you.” “I love you too.”
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***** They settled into an easy routine over the next few weeks. Max found an unexpected enjoyment in the simple acts of domesticity. Doing laundry, washing dishes, cooking and running errands together allowed him to experience a new side of life. Their evenings were quiet and spent largely at home. They entertained a few of Chris’ coworkers once or twice. Max sensed things were easing between Chris and his fellow firefighters. That was encouraging. Accompanying Chris to his first few physical therapy appointments tried Max’s patience. Against his therapist’s instructions, Chris pushed himself far too fast and far too soon. Max made the mistake of siding with Chris’ therapist on the issue and earned the silent treatment for an entire afternoon and evening. To Chris’ utter consternation, Max paid him little attention, allowing him to pout alone in the living room. He would never admit it to anyone but he found quite a bit of satisfaction out of denying Chris the argument he so desperately seemed to want. “I’m sorry,” Chris said later that night as Max brushed his teeth. He stood in the doorway in just his light cotton pajama bottoms. His bronzed chest had lost some of its definition over the last few weeks but not much. Max still sported a hard-on at the tiniest glimpse of Chris’ hot body. “It’s all right.” Max rinsed his mouth and dropped his toothbrush into its slot next to Chris’. “I know you’re under a lot of stress right now. I can see how the slow progress aggravates you.” “I’m just so tired of being stuck here.” Chris quickly caught his gaffe and touched Max’s bare arm. “I’m not tired of being with you. I’m just going stir crazy. I need to be out there, doing something. Anything.” “I understand,” Max assured him. “I just don’t want you going back to work too soon. You’ll just injure yourself even worse.” “I know.” Chris looked sullen. “Mom and Mac think I should give up firefighting and go back to school for something else.”
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Max had known this conversation was coming. He’d overheard Chris and McKenzie arguing over the phone a few days earlier. “What do you think?” Chris’ face betrayed his apprehension. Max bent down to pick up the damp towel Chris had left on the floor after his shower. “I think you should do what makes you happy.” “Sorry.” Chris took the towel from his hand and tossed it in the hamper. He gave Max a skeptical look. “So you don’t care if I go back to firefighting?” Max caught his eye and held it. He sensed Chris wanted the truth—whatever it was. “Of course I care. I’m terrified you’ll be hurt again.” “So you want me to quit.” Max shook his head at Chris’ defeated tone. “No and yes. A part of me wants to insist that you stop fighting fires and find a safer occupation but I can’t do that. I won’t do that. I won’t put you in that position.” Chris visibly relaxed. “Why not?” Max stepped forward and clasped the back of Chris’ neck. He pulled him closer. “Because I love you and I know how fulfilling you find your work. I won’t take that away from you.” He nuzzled their noses together. “I’ll learn to live with the uncertainty.” “Like the other spouses,” Chris said and nibbled on Max’s lower lip. Max stilled at the mention of spouses. He swept Chris’ face with a searching gaze. “You want to marry me?” “Of course I do. I love you.” “Is this a proposal?” Max asked tentatively. “This isn’t how I’d planned to ask but…yes.” Chris licked his lips and swallowed nervously. “Marry me?”
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A frisson of excitement rippled up his spine. Chris was offering him everything he wanted—a husband, a home, a family. Overcome with joy, Max seized Chris by the waist. “Yes.” Chris broke into a broad grin. He smashed their mouths together in a hungry kiss, his tongue stabbing between Max’s lips. “God, I love you.” Max was too overwhelmed to reply. He showed Chris exactly how he felt through the ravenous mating of their mouths. Clutching at Chris, Max backed him up against the wall. He nipped along the curve of Chris’ throat and licked the hollow at the base. His lips moved lower as he dropped to his knees. He traced Chris’ navel while he tugged down the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Chris’ thick, hard cock sprang free. Max’s mouth watered in anticipation of tasting him. They’d only recently been able to make love freely again. Even though Chris was cleared for most physical activity, Max was still nervous he’d hurt himself. He tried to keep Chris from using his arms or shoulders too much. Saliva pooling on his tongue, Max sucked the head of Chris’ penis between his lips. His tongue flicked the slit and then slid just below the crown. Chris’ fingers ran through Max’s hair. “Suck me hard, Max. Yeah. Like that. Deeper.” Max loved it when Chris gave him instructions in the heat of the moment. The rough sound of Chris’ voice when he was hot and bothered made Max’s cock throb. His stomach rolled with need. He couldn’t wait to be pinned beneath Chris. Humming loudly, Max deep throated Chris until the head of his cock bumped the back of his throat. Chris’ fingers tightened in his hair, the pull stinging and adding the delicious dimension of pain to the moment. Max lightly scraped his teeth along Chris’ rigid length in playful retaliation. Chris shivered and pulled out of Max’s mouth completely before grasping his arms and hauling him off the floor. Max’s stomach coiled with concern. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
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“You let me worry about that, baby.” He cupped Max’s cheeks and kissed him. Their bodies pressed together, naked skin against hot skin. He bit down gently on Max’s plump lower lip. “I’m going to fuck you now.” The intensity of Chris’ statement made Max tremble. “Hard?” Chris nodded. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed. Show me your ass.” Max accepted his instructions without question and walked into the bedroom, shedding his clothing as he did. He crawled onto the bed and presented his ass toward the bathroom door where Chris now stood. Even though Max couldn’t see Chris’ face, he could feel the heady gaze directed at him. He shook with anticipation, wondering just how Chris intended to take him. “I want to see everything.” Chris was behind him now, just inches away and so close to touching him. He dropped a condom and lube onto the bed. Max placed his chin on the bed and reached back, grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading wide. A palm caressed his lower back. A finger swiped lower, trailing over the pucker and then lower to his taut sac. Max’s toes curled. He cried out when Chris’ wet tongue languidly licked a line from the crown of his cock to his anus. “Chris!” “Max.” Amusement colored his voice. He laved Max’s testicles, sucking each ball into his mouth and working it with his tongue. Max shuddered as Chris stroked his cock too. The combination was almost too much to endure. He rocked on his knees and pushed back against Chris’ face. When his lover’s tongue prodded his ass, Max lost his mind. There was nothing like the feeling of Chris’ tongue circling the sensitive rosebud before slipping inside. Max let his hands drop to the bedcovers. He gripped them tightly as Chris tongue-fucked him into a shrieking state. “Take me,” Max begged. “Fuck me!” Chris rose and flipped Max onto his back with one swift jerk. Max stared up at his Adonis, his lustful gaze moving over Chris’ cut body. His eyes lingered on that fat cock being covered with a condom and slathered with lubricant. Max’s asshole ached with 101
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longing. He wanted Chris to shove his dick deep inside and screw him to within an inch of his life. He wanted to feel the slight burn of roughness tonight. Tomorrow he wanted to feel the twinge of a night well spent. Max slid his hands around Chris’ waist as his lover moved over him. Their cocks bumped together as Chris bent low and captured Max’s mouth. When he broke the kiss, Chris stared into Max’s eyes. “You know how much I love you.” It wasn’t a question. Max nodded. “I do.” “You know I’d give it up for you if you asked.” “Yes.” Max rose up and claimed Chris’ lips. “That’s good enough for me.” Chris smiled and brushed his lips side to side along Max’s jaw. He teethed Max’s earlobe and then dragged his tongue down the side of his neck. He took nibbling bites of Max’s collarbone and shoulder before tracing the tattooed image on Max’s chest. Max closed his eyes and enjoyed every decadent second of Chris’ sensual assault. The knowledge that he would share a lifetime of nights just like this with Chris filled him with immeasurable happiness. The realities and compromises required to join their lives as one could wait until tomorrow. Tonight Max was determined to simply enjoy their shared pleasure. Chris positioned himself and pushed forward slowly. Max coaxed his body to accept his lover’s hard girth. He bit his lower lip as his ringed muscle relaxed and allowed Chris to sink to the hilt. He rested there, fully sheathed, as if savoring the tight sensation. Chris lowered his head and kissed the spot where Max’s pulse jumped, low on his neck. Max slid his arms around Chris’ shoulders and held him close. He filled his nose with the smell of Chris’ hair, his lips moving lower and finding the man’s ear. “Make love to me.” He didn’t have to be told twice. Chris pulled back until just the head of his cock remained in Max’s passage and then thrust deep. Max gasped and arched his shoulders off the bed. Chris varied his strokes, keeping Max on the edge. He stroked himself in time with Chris’ thrusts. 102
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There were no words spoken as they clutched and bucked atop the bed. Heavy pants and loud moans punctuated their eager movements. Max was close. His sac drew tight against his body. A white-hot arrow of bliss pierced his lower belly. His asshole fluttered. Any second now he would explode. “Come for me, baby.” Chris pounded him into the mattress, the steely length of his cock slamming in and out with enough force to shake the bed. “Chris!” Max yelled as he shot his cum in ropey bursts onto Chris’ stomach. Chris took a few more strokes, each one more forceful than the last, before slamming deep and jerking wildly. He collapsed on top of Max, his gasping breaths ruffling his lover’s hair. “Unnhh!” Max groaned as Chris pulled out and rolled off the bed. He made his way to the bathroom and returned with a warm, damp washcloth. Gently, he wiped away the semen clinging to their skin before climbing into bed with Max and pulling him close. Max tucked his head beneath Chris’ chin and listened to the steady thump of his lover’s heart. “We’ll have to move,” Chris said eventually, his fingertips sweeping up and down Max’s back. “I doubt Texas is likely to recognize our marriage or even a civil union anytime soon.” Max agreed with an annoyed humph. “But move where?” “No idea,” Chris admitted with a little laugh. He squeezed Max’s shoulders. “But as long as you’re with me, I don’t care where we go.”
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Epilogue Eight Years Later “Come here, Julie. Let’s put on your boots.” Max gestured for their two-year-old daughter to join him on the couch. He couldn’t help but smile at how adorable she looked in her tiny hot pink snowsuit. He tried not to laugh as she waddled a bit, unused to the thickness of her pants. When she attempted unsuccessfully to climb onto the couch, Max lifted her up beside him and started to tug on the matching boots. Julie kicked her feet. “No!” Max marshaled his patience. “Mon poulet, if you don’t wear your boots, you can’t play in the snow with everyone else.” “No!” She stubbornly pouted and kicked her feet again. It always amazed Max how very like Chris she was. If ever there was an argument for nature versus nurture, Julie was it. “Why not? Do they hurt your feet?” She shook her head. He searched for another possibility and remembered the baby blue boots with snowflakes she’d just received. “Do you want to wear the boots Aunt Mac sent you?” Julie broke into a smile and bobbed her head. She made a move to slide off the couch but he stopped her. Chris and the kids would finish the snowman before she ever found them. “Wait for Papa.” Max quickly located the boots and returned to the living room. It took a little finagling to get the boots on his squirming daughter’s feet. He tugged her gloves onto her tiny hands and fastened her hood in place. While she waited impatiently by the front door, Max slipped on his gloves and pulled a knitted hat down low over his ears. He swung Julie onto his hip and headed outside. The crisp, cold air of a Connecticut
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winter morning burned his cheeks. He checked Julie’s hood to make sure it shielded her sweet little face from the cold. “Daddy!” Julie beamed at the sight of Chris. Smiling at her excitement, Max closed a bit of the distance between Chris and their other three children. He carefully placed Julie on the ground and watched her toddle through the snow to join her siblings. Pulling a camera from his pocket, Max snapped a few pictures of Chris building a snowman with the kids. At times like this, Max was struck by just how lucky he’d been. After meeting Chris, it seemed as if the entire world had opened up to him and presented its wonders. They’d chosen Connecticut from a list of favorable states as their main home shortly after Chris’ impromptu proposal that night in his bathroom. From the beginning, Max had known Chris would never consider moving to France since he couldn’t firefight there. They still stole away to his properties there a few times a year. The children loved the French countryside and were continually improving their French fluency. Choosing a house had proven even more difficult because of the huge disparity in their incomes. As much as Chris joked about Max playing the role of sugar daddy, his upbringing made it hard for him to accept not being the major breadwinner. Eventually Chris made peace with the issue. They discovered their dream home in a wealthy enclave just weeks before marrying. The “twins” had followed almost two years later. Max and Chris had chosen surrogates and donor eggs to bear their biological children, Sam and Sophie. The pair had been born just days apart. Seven months ago, the family had welcomed four-yearold Darren and his little sister Julie into the fold. They’d been adopted from foster care and were the perfect completion to the Collins-Dantes family. Having children had required a few more sacrifices on Max’s part. He traveled much less and delegated much more of his empire’s day-to-day operation to those he trusted, namely Mac, who had joined the company not long after Max and Chris married. At first, Max struggled with the change. He’d always been such a control freak
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when it came to his company but once the twins arrived, he was grateful he’d made the decision to cut back. Compounding the exhaustion of caring for two infants with jet setting would have pushed him into an early grave. It wouldn’t have been fair to Chris either. His shifts as a firefighter were just as stressful and left him little down time. While Max had never doubted Chris would be an excellent father, he had never imagined himself to be much of a nurturing type. He couldn’t have been more wrong. His uncertainty and lack of confidence in those first few weeks had given way to the richness and fulfillment of watching his children grow and learn and make their own discoveries. Sharing the marvels of fatherhood with Chris only sweetened the experience. “Oof!” Max fell to the snow as Chris tackled him from behind. As he wiped snow from his face, he wondered how the tricky bastard had sneaked up on him. The rich peals of laughter from the kids lessened the sting of his embarrassment. Sitting up, he pocketed the camera after giving it a quick once-over and plotted his revenge. “God, I got you good.” Still laughing, Chris offered him a hand and hauled him up off the ground. He brushed away the bits of snow clinging to Max’s face before kissing him. “Don’t sulk, baby. I’ll warm you up later.” Chris’ sexy grin washed away any lingering annoyance. Max slid his arms around his husband’s waist. “Promise?” “What do you say we tire these kids out with a snowball fight?” Chris wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Dinner, baths and hot cocoa—they’ll sleep like the dead.” Max laughed and pecked Chris’ cheek. “You’re on.” “Sophie, Darren and I are going to whip your butts.” Max protested with a teasing frown. “Figures you’d call dibs on the softball and baseball players.” “You can’t win them all,” Chris said, moving away to gather up his team.
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Max wasn’t so sure about that. Taking quick stock of his life, Max figured he’d definitely managed to win it all.
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