Réunions Dangereuses-
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Ellora’s Cave Quickie by Mardi Ballou
Here are two excerpts.
Enjoy!
“What are you working on this intensely so close to dawn?” Geez,
Jake must have been really engrossed not to have heard or felt Dean come
in. Usually he was so sensitized to Dean’s presence, he sensed him moments
before he entered a room.
Assuming a bland, almost bored look, not easy with his erection in his
hand, he said, “Got an invitation to our twentieth reunion at White-Ayre.
You, Mr. Popularity, surely have one in your email too.”
Dean ran a hand through his hair. “Who’d want to go back to that hellhole?”
He threw himself down into the chair next to Jake’s desk. “You’re not seriously
thinking of going, are you?”
Jake tried to think of the least disturbing way to answer Dean, but, realizing
how easily his friend read him, gave up. “I just might. There’s somebody
I want to look up.”
“Who?”
“A girl I always regretted not asking out on a date.” Over the years Jake
and Dean had been together, each had occasionally flirted with some girls,
sometimes more… Never anything serious, though. In his gut, Jake realized
his feelings for Pam could be serious.
“I went out with all of them. Trust me, you weren’t missing much. There
was only one I didn’t go out with and wish I had. Who was yours?” Dean asked.
Jake looked Dean straight in the eye. “Pam Holland.”
“Pam Holland?” Dean looked away. “Shit. You will not believe this. She’s
the one I meant just now.”
That made Jake pause. He’d never suspected Dean’s interest in Pam. “Really?
Well, if she’ll go as my date, I’ll go to the damn reunion. Would you go,
too?” His voice sounded too loud, too emotional.
Dean shrugged. “She’s probably married.”
Jake exhaled hard. “Hey, look. I’ll call her. Nothing ventured, nothing
gained, right?”
“Okay. If you go, I’ll go too.” Dean rose and stretched.
Jake rose too, still half-erect from his thoughts about Pam. Dean grinned
at the bulge. “You want some company to take care of your risen buddy there?”
Jake’s cock sprang back to full attention. “You volunteering?” he asked,
his voice just above a whisper.
Dean drew Jake to him and brushed his lips with a kiss. “Always,” Dean
whispered, and Jake felt a surge of the excitement that Dean had been able
to awaken in him since high school.
Jake probed Dean’s mouth with his tongue and felt his lover’s fangs, sharp
and ready. “You hungry, buddy?” Jake asked.
“For you,” Dean responded, grinding his erection against Jake’s as he plunged
his fangs in his lover’s pulsing jugular.
Later, much later, Jake promised himself, he and Dean would talk about
Pam Holland.
And here’s a second excerpt:
Jake rose and put his arm around Dean’s waist. The two men stood before
her, proud erections jutting forth.
A girl could get used to that.
Next thing Pam knew, both men had turned to each other and were kissing.
A sharp stab of need and lust spiraled through her. Fascinated as she was
to watch the two gorgeous men, more than anything she desired to be part
of their circle of warmth. She took a deep breath, moved over to get between
them, then lost her nerve and settled for putting a hand on each man’s back.
Though Jake and Dean instantly separated, the passion smoldering
between them remained. More than she’d ever wanted anything, Pam longed
to experience that passion, to join in it with them—even if only once in
her life.
“Feeling neglected?” Dean asked, his eyes gleaming.
Keep it light, Pam’s little inner voice reminded her. She did not
want either of these men to realize how deeply affected she felt in their
presence. Instead of answering, she pouted provocatively and gave both men
her best “come-hither” look. They both laughed. Jake started to say something,
but Dean sprang into action first, drawing Pam to him and taking possession
of her lips.
From the first, Dean’s kiss was hard, demanding—just like his body. He
was all coiled energy and supple muscles—the well-developed athlete grown
up. Pam began to compare the two men’s kisses and bodies, and then her mind
quit work for the duration.
“Uh, buddy, you forgetting something?” Jake asked.
Dean pulled away from Pam for a moment, way too long. Fortunately, she
didn’t lack for attention for long. She moaned when Jake drew her to his
mouth, and Dean put his arms around her from behind. He began to nuzzle the
back of her neck while Jake nibbled on her lips, and their tongues grappled.
Pam tried to follow all that was happening with both men, but she quickly
abandoned her attempt at clear focus and gave herself up to the pleasure
they were providing. In her wildest fantasies, Pam had never imagined being
with two men at once—let alone these two very special ones. Now it seemed
like the most natural and desirable situation. How could she ever again settle
for less?
Next thing Pam knew, the three of them were stretched out on the bed, with
her the filling of an amazing sandwich. One man’s huge erection pressed
against her belly and another poked at her left cheek. Pam wound her legs
around Jake’s and gave up all notions of being in any kind of control. She
shivered with delight.
©
2006 Mardi Ballou
