sunshine and most of the chill had been chased away. He rolled back, searching for his own personal heater, but found an empty, wrinkled bed where Bram should have been. He cast a bleary look at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table. 8:34 a.m. Bram would likely have been up for hours, fresh and energized, bearing no signs of the late night, moderate drinking, and heavy sex from the night before. The man actually was made of steel.
James groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, muscles sore and tired. His ass ached and his bottom lip felt swollen and bruised, probably more from his biting it than from Bram's. His arms and legs felt like they belonged to someone else, heavy and unresponsive to his mental commands to move him to the bathroom to relieve his full bladder.
A sudden change in the air warned him he wasn't alone only a millisecond before a large hand lightly swatted his ass and then kneaded the stinging flesh through the protection of the comforter.
"About time you woke up, sleepyhead.” Bram's deep voice and soothing drawl took the sting out of the swat.
"Christ! Bram!” James jerked and squirmed, but didn't actually move from under the fondling grip, enjoying the warmth and tingle it sent to his morning erection.
"I let you sleep in, Jamie. Figured you needed a little extra after last night."
James felt Bram cup and squeeze his left cheek, running a thumb over the crease of his ass through the comforter The sensation made his hips curl and he gasped when his cock rubbed over the coarse wrinkles in the sheets. The thoughts of a little morning action surged and his cock swelled.
A swift, overly enthusiastic smack landed on the underside of his ass and then the touch was gone leaving him startled and disappointed. James rolled over to look at his lover. A sudden flash of burning ache flared between his cheeks. He hissed and slowly sat up.
Okay, maybe he wasn't ready to entice Bram back to bed just yet. His gaze landed on his lover's handsome face and the endearing, lopsided smile on Bram's lips reminded James that the lingering ache had been worth it all. Okay, maybe not the amused part, but the affectionate, lustful glint in Bram's pale blue eyes made up for it.
James held his lover's hungry stare until Bram's moved down his body and landed on his unflagging erection.
Taking a step closer, Bram dragged James to his feet and loosely wrapped both arms around him, letting James’ jutting cock bob and brush against the soft, worn denim of his jeans. James hissed again, this time in pleasure, and swayed his hips, increasing the pressure on his shaft.
Bram lightly kissed his lips and murmured, “Looks like you're all rested. What do you say we should put that energy to good use, hmm?” He kissed James’ mouth, gently tugging on the still tender bottom lip with perfect, white teeth.
James moaned and nodded. “Yeah, I'd like to put my energy some place.” He rubbed his cock against Bram's thigh and ran his hands up the big man's solid arms to steady himself. Just as he tilted back his head to better reach his lover's mouth, a hot palm landed on his ass hard enough he was sure fingerprints had been left behind this time.
"Fuck!” James jumped out of Bram's embrace, one hand nursing his stinging cheek. He threw a pissed off scowl at Bram, but only got a wide smile in return for his efforts. “What the hell was that for?"
Smirking, Bram turned on his heel and strode to the bedroom door before answering. “We've got things to do and I don't want you taking forever in the shower.” His gaze dropped to look significantly at James’ groin before he added, “Works almost as good as a pinch.” He winked at James. “Hurry up, okay? Breakfast is waiting."
The door closed with a solid thud while James gazed down at himself. He ran one hand over his dwindling hard-on and stalked off to the shower, his gait a little more cautious then he had hoped it would be.
* * * *
After a huge breakfast of
Piers Anthony
M.R. Joseph
Ed Lynskey
Olivia Stephens
Nalini Singh
Nathan Sayer
Raymond E. Feist
M. M. Cox
Marc Morris
Moira Katson