you said. So I got a reputation as a real stud in my hometown, while I sneaked off to the city to go to gay bars and get fucked by men.”
“You like being the bottom?”
“Yeah, quite a bit. And when you look like me…”
“No one looks like you.”
He shrugged. “Anyway, gay men like to fuck me. That"s why I enjoy topping you so much. It feeds my need to be the fucker with someone who really likes being the fuckee.”
“Who"s a fuckee?” Jake"s voice came from behind her.
“Ah, we eat!” Roan slid his egg mixture into the hot pan and began pouring what looked like fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice.
“I"m a fuckee.” She smiled as Jake put his arm around her.
Nuzzling her neck, he whispered, “And a very fine fuckee indeed.”
She gazed at him. God, he was beautiful, even with such stiff competition. “I can barely believe that after over a year of hopeless fantasies and endless masturbation that…”
He finished her thought. “I finally got my cock in you, my little fuckee? Did you really masturbate over me?”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
“Yeah, I do. Until Roan, I was wearing the skin off my right hand trying not to attack you while you were leaning over a microscope.”
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Roan looked up from finishing the eggs. “Even after me, I suspect there was a bit of skin loss.”
Jake laughed. “If we keep up this conversation, we"re never going to make it out antiquing.” He pulled her hand against his half-mast cock that was starting to tent his pajama bottoms.
“Ooh, is that what we"re doing next?”
“What? Fucking or antiquing?”
“Well, let"s just say I haven"t been antiquing twice this morning.”
Jake did the nuzzling thing again that just drove her crazy. “You"re not complaining?”
She nuzzled back. Who needs antiques anyway ? “Not even a little bit.”
“Quit it you two; brunch is served!”
Genetic Attraction
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Chapter Eight
Antique hunting won, but she wasn"t sure at the moment how happy she was about it. The Asian antiques were beautiful, but the boys kept taunting and teasing her with touches and kisses until she wanted to lay one of them down on that jade-inlaid table and fuck his brains out—both of them would be even better.
Concentrate, Emmaline.
“Em, come see this.”
She looked over the crowded little shop to see Roan admiring a carved figure mounted on an ebony stand. Skirting several large ginger jars, she came to stand beside him. “Wow. Beautiful.” The little figure was carved entirely from different shades of jade: white for the perfect skin, a dark almost-black for the hair, translucent green jade for the eyes, and a deep blue-green for the robes. Somehow feminine, yet also masculine, the beautiful little figure glowed like it was lit from within. “Who is that, Roan?”
“I think it"s Avalokiteshvara. They say he"s kind of the male counterpart of the Chinese goddess of compassion, Kwan Yin. Great, isn"t it?”
D.H. Lawrence and Indian theology all in one beautiful package. He was something.
She felt a touch on her shoulder. Jake"s voice was almost reverential. “Roan, it looks like you.”
She looked up and smiled into his blue gaze, “You see it too? I noticed it right away.”
Jake reached out and picked up the little statue gently. “I have to have it.”
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She put her hand over his. “Let me buy it for both of you, to thank you for this most perfect weekend.
“No, Em…”
“Please.” Both men beamed at her as she plucked the deity from Jake"s hand and moved toward the counter where an elderly gentleman stood by the cash register, obviously quite intrigued by the dynamic of the three of them.
As she pulled out her credit card and waited for the little statue to be packaged, she looked back at the two men. Lost. Blue eyes gazed into green. Their fingertips barely touched. No PDA. Jesus. This was love—their love, those two. She ached for that kind of love. But no matter what they said, at
“You like being the bottom?”
“Yeah, quite a bit. And when you look like me…”
“No one looks like you.”
He shrugged. “Anyway, gay men like to fuck me. That"s why I enjoy topping you so much. It feeds my need to be the fucker with someone who really likes being the fuckee.”
“Who"s a fuckee?” Jake"s voice came from behind her.
“Ah, we eat!” Roan slid his egg mixture into the hot pan and began pouring what looked like fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice.
“I"m a fuckee.” She smiled as Jake put his arm around her.
Nuzzling her neck, he whispered, “And a very fine fuckee indeed.”
She gazed at him. God, he was beautiful, even with such stiff competition. “I can barely believe that after over a year of hopeless fantasies and endless masturbation that…”
He finished her thought. “I finally got my cock in you, my little fuckee? Did you really masturbate over me?”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
“Yeah, I do. Until Roan, I was wearing the skin off my right hand trying not to attack you while you were leaning over a microscope.”
52
Tara Lain
Roan looked up from finishing the eggs. “Even after me, I suspect there was a bit of skin loss.”
Jake laughed. “If we keep up this conversation, we"re never going to make it out antiquing.” He pulled her hand against his half-mast cock that was starting to tent his pajama bottoms.
“Ooh, is that what we"re doing next?”
“What? Fucking or antiquing?”
“Well, let"s just say I haven"t been antiquing twice this morning.”
Jake did the nuzzling thing again that just drove her crazy. “You"re not complaining?”
She nuzzled back. Who needs antiques anyway ? “Not even a little bit.”
“Quit it you two; brunch is served!”
Genetic Attraction
53
Chapter Eight
Antique hunting won, but she wasn"t sure at the moment how happy she was about it. The Asian antiques were beautiful, but the boys kept taunting and teasing her with touches and kisses until she wanted to lay one of them down on that jade-inlaid table and fuck his brains out—both of them would be even better.
Concentrate, Emmaline.
“Em, come see this.”
She looked over the crowded little shop to see Roan admiring a carved figure mounted on an ebony stand. Skirting several large ginger jars, she came to stand beside him. “Wow. Beautiful.” The little figure was carved entirely from different shades of jade: white for the perfect skin, a dark almost-black for the hair, translucent green jade for the eyes, and a deep blue-green for the robes. Somehow feminine, yet also masculine, the beautiful little figure glowed like it was lit from within. “Who is that, Roan?”
“I think it"s Avalokiteshvara. They say he"s kind of the male counterpart of the Chinese goddess of compassion, Kwan Yin. Great, isn"t it?”
D.H. Lawrence and Indian theology all in one beautiful package. He was something.
She felt a touch on her shoulder. Jake"s voice was almost reverential. “Roan, it looks like you.”
She looked up and smiled into his blue gaze, “You see it too? I noticed it right away.”
Jake reached out and picked up the little statue gently. “I have to have it.”
54
Tara Lain
She put her hand over his. “Let me buy it for both of you, to thank you for this most perfect weekend.
“No, Em…”
“Please.” Both men beamed at her as she plucked the deity from Jake"s hand and moved toward the counter where an elderly gentleman stood by the cash register, obviously quite intrigued by the dynamic of the three of them.
As she pulled out her credit card and waited for the little statue to be packaged, she looked back at the two men. Lost. Blue eyes gazed into green. Their fingertips barely touched. No PDA. Jesus. This was love—their love, those two. She ached for that kind of love. But no matter what they said, at
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