Saturday, November 21, 2015


Trust (Club Depravity 5) by H.C. Brown - Romance- M/M/M BDSM

Joel Moon gave everything to his rock star Dom, Reef Anderson and his partner Rhys—the Dom his Master likes to F**k. His Masters had taken his innocence, his virginity, and he’d learned the meaning of trust and submitted completely and oh, so willingly in their edge playing ménage scenes.

Oh yeah, he understood Reef’s craving for the limelight, his need to please his fans but kissing Syn, the new guitarist of Cold Heat, on stage then dumping Joel at the venue to face the media alone wasn’t part of the bargain.

Will he ever trust Reef again?

After discovering his Dom had spent the evening at Club Depravity with Syn, Joel has only one choice—to ask his twin Jackson to fix things “Jackson style.”


Jackson Moon paced the nursery floor, his son’s sleepy head resting on one shoulder. He’d allowed Rogue to sleep after the final performance of Alpha Rock’s long concert tour. The interstate agenda had pushed both of them to their limits. Taking their infant son on tour had sounded like a good idea but baby Jack did not enjoy life in a hotel or traveling from gig to gig. Home at last, the baby refused to settle, his big blue eyes searching the room, and his chubby hands clinging to Jackson’s hair.

The intercom from the apartment building’s foyer buzzed, and Jackson glanced at the clock. Who the fuck disturbed them at two in the morning? He moved through the sitting room and went to the front door. He pressed the button on the receiver. “Someone better be in a pool of blood, to disturb us at this hour.”

“It’s your brother, Mr. Moon, says it’s a matter of life and death.”

What the fuck now? “Send him up.”

He opened the front door and waited for the elevator to arrive. The ping announced Joel’s arrival. His brother emerged clothes rumpled, his face white, and tear streaked. He frowned at him and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Whatever it is, keep the hysterics to a minimum, Jack is almost asleep, and I don’t want him disturbed.”

Joel pushed a lock of blond hair from his damp eyes. His face held an expression of rejection so deep it made his stomach cramp in sympathy.

“Sure, I’ll wait until you put Jack down.” He gazed at the baby and a small smile lifted his lips. “He is so damn beautiful.” He flicked him a glance. “You don’t know how lucky you are.”

“I do, and we’re expecting more luck in about seven months, the surrogate took. They used my sperm this time, but it makes no difference, Jack is just as much mine as Rogue’s now we’re married.” He strolled toward the kitchen. “Can you make some coffee and I’ll see if he’ll settle down now?”

He moved along the hallway and into the nursery. Jack had fallen asleep at last and he placed him gently in the cot. He turned and opened the door between the bedrooms. Rogue will hear him if he wakes up. He wondered what had brought Joel out at this time of the morning. Hell, Reef would be on an adrenaline high after his concert, being the lead singer of the rock band Cold Heat and would probably be looking for a scene with his brother. He returned to the kitchen and his heart gave a jolt, Joel sat head in hands sobbing. “Oh fuck, what happened. Are you okay do you want me to wake up Rogue?”

Joel flapped a hand at him, then lifted his head, and gave him a look of pure desolation.

“Have you met Cool Heat’s new base guitarist, Syn Clearwater?”

Jackson raised an eyebrow. Rogue had mentioned the twink with the chocolate eyes and described him as a bitch on heat. He nodded and his stomach gave a clench of apprehension. “Yeah, I gather he’s seeking an extreme edge player Dom. Rhys mentioned him to me the other day too, said it was good Rogue had married me.” He snorted. “Fuck as if being married would keep it in his pants. It’s up to me to keep my Master happy.” He rubbed his fingernails on his shirt then blew on them. “And I do.”

“Yeah? Well I thought I was pleasing both my Doms but on stage tonight, Syn rubbed all over Reef, and they kissed—on fucking stage right in front of me. Then that asshole, Syn gave me a look that said, ‘he’s mine, fuck off.’”

Jackson poured two mugs of coffee and slid one across the table to his brother. This was going to be a long night. “So what happened next? Reef is crazy about you and what did Rhys say about all this?”

Joel lifted his chin, and one tear rolled down his cheek.

“Rhys is out of town on business and I can’t reach him.” He sucked in a shuddering breath. “Reef had someone call me a cab then left with Syn for Club Depravity.” He lowered his lashes. “He said, I shouldn’t wait up because he was going to be busy all night. He fucking left me there at the venue like a used tissue.”

Jackson stood then went to his twin and rubbed his back. He found it hard to believe, Reef would take another sub over Joel. Fuck, the ménage was a match made in heaven. Taking a deep breath, he let it out on a long sigh. “The problem is, bro, you’re not streetwise like I am. Trust me I know how to bring a Dom to heel.” He smiled. “Dry your eyes, because I already have a plan and one that will give switch play a whole new meaning.”


Saturday, November 7, 2015

NEW RELEASE!!!! More hot Highlanders, pirates, smugglers in the historical romance: Seduced by H.C. Brown

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After escaping a pirate ship and an unwanted betrothal to a French baron, Lady Adrianna Beechwood may well be safe on land but is alone with a band of smugglers running from the law in the wilds of Scotland.
Finally reunited with the love of her life, she is distressed to find a rugged Highland warrior has replaced the refined, stylish Drew Mackenzie she fell in love with in London.
With her betrothed’s men hot on her heels, she must flee with her Highlander, but will their love survive the troubles to come?


Chapter One

Adrianna hobbled from the small room in the castle ruins with one arm draped across Betty’s shoulder for support and gaped at Drew in astonishment. Dressed in a clean shirt with his plaid attached to one shoulder by an exquisite brooch and a glistening claymore strapped to his back, short sword strapped to his waist, there could be no doubt of his position in the clan. Drew straightened to his full impressive height at her entrance and rested one hand on the gold handled dirk at his waist. He held an aura of respect and was defiantly not the vagabond barbarian he led her to believe.

Her Highlander was indeed a chameleon, for before her stood a confident Highland warrior as did the tall handsome man standing beside him. Drew’s gaze drifted over her and a glimpse of the man she met in London surfaced for a brief moment before his expression hardened to one of disinterest. An act for his clan no doubt.

She glanced over the restless group of clansmen and all to a man glared back at her grim-faced. A shiver of apprehension slid down her spine. By the wave of Anglophobic hatred directed toward her, Drew had informed them of the trouble her presence would cause. The grunts and Gaelic mutterings combined with unusual hand gestures from the men clearly indicated their attitude toward her. To be sure, they would have preferred if the fever had taken her.

Limping the short distance to stand before him and ignoring his less than welcoming manner of his men, she offered him the letter. She had detailed the reasons for escaping Lord Moreau and informed her father of her reasons to remain in Scotland without mention of Drew or her whereabouts. She had folded the paper neatly and placed her father’s direction in bold print on the front then sealed the missive with a crude blob of soot-streaked candle wax. “I do hope this will set matters straight.”

“As do I.” Drew took the letter and broke the seal eyeing her with a steady confident gaze.

She gaped at him in disbelief and grabbed at the paper in his hand but to no avail. At the twitch of a smile on his lips, indignation rose and she glared at him. “Laird Mackenzie, I find it hard to believe you have the effrontery to examine a private note to my father.”

“Effrontery is it to keep ma clan safe or maybe I am too canny for ye, aye?” Drew gave her such a look of disdain that she took a step backward. He grabbed her arm drawing her around to face him. “Do ye really think I would be stupid enough to allow anyone with enough information to see us hanged, free reign to inform Lord Beachwood of our whereabouts, and destination?” His gaze moved over her face assessing her. “If ye are so against me reading the contents of your correspondence, ye must have something to hide.”

Friday, October 23, 2015

New Release!!! Betrayed by H.C. Brown

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Release day for Betrayed, the second book in, H.C. Brown's fabulous new Highlander romance, The Mackenzie.

After her handsome Scot is forced to leave London, Lady Adrianna’s father arranges her betrothal to a French Baron known as The Murderer of Muzon. She reluctantly boards his vessel and finds herself on a pirate ship under the perilous protection of an opium smoking deviate, by the name of Monsieur Moreau.
With the captain, hell-bent on her seduction, the feisty goddaughter of George II’s only chance of escape lies in the hands of her courageous Scottish warrior.

Chapter One

Outside, the wind had dropped and at last, some semblance of normality prevailed. Lady Adrianna’s attention went to the sound of splashing in the passageway. She tensed and reached for a damp cloth to press against the throbbing pain in her brow.  What now?
She collapsed in the chair and leaned her head into the soothing coolness of the wet rag.  As a shadow approached the doorway, the outline of Betty came into view.
“There you are, milady.” Betty negotiated the dim entrance with a basket in one hand, shoes, and stockings in the other.
Relief flooded over her. “Oh thank heavens. I thought I had lost you.”
“I found myself stuck fast in the galley and had to wait for the bad weather to pass. The cook says the storm has blown itself out for now, so I have brought a bite to eat.” Betty smiled. “I will wait a bit for the men to pump the water from the hallway then I will go back for a pot of tea.” She shut the door and placed the tray on the table. “We are lucky the cabin has that step to keep the water out. The floor in here is practically dry. Now what is amiss? Are you quite well, milady?”
“I will do but I have had a fall and hurt my head, and my right leg is quite sore too.” She leaned back in the chair. “Thank God, the ship has stopped pitching back and forth. Perhaps now we may light a lamp or two.”
“Goodness, I should never have left you, milady.” Betty placed the basket on the table and went at once to light the lamp. She turned, lifted the lantern, and stared at her mistress wide-eyed. “You are soaked through and filthy to boot. Did Monsieur Moreau have anything to do with this?”
“No! He did not lay a finger on me but the man is a beast, and we are to refer to him as ‘Lord Moreau’ from now on.”  She squeezed the rag into a ball in the palm of one hand. “He made my position very clear.”  She narrowed her gaze at Betty then went on to give her details of her disastrous situation and explaining Drew as Lord Rupert’s trusted friend.
Betty’s dark eyes rounded and her mouth turned down.
“Oh, milady.”
Adrianna pressed the back of one hand to her aching head. “I trusted my father to assure my safety and respect my wishes concerning Baron du Court. I was sorely mistaken.” She stood to allow Betty to unlace her sodden gown. “Unless I have help from Mister Mackenzie, I do believe it will take a miracle for me to escape from Lord Moreau.”

Friday, October 2, 2015


 Do you love an exciting, heart wrenching Highlander romance?  I do and it was a joy to write this series. A secret love affair,  forced marriage, kidnapping,  pirates, and a  handsome Highlander rescuing a damsel in distress. What more could you ask for? Oh yes, the pages will sizzle, after all this is written by H.C. Brown :-)

Join me on an exciting journey of love and devotion, set in Georgian England and the wilds of the Scottish Highlands in

The Mackenzie Series.

Book one Charmed is available now, Betrayed and Seduced are available on Pre-order.


Highlander Drew Mackenzie’s double life as a respectable gentleman and the notorious, smuggler, Le Diable Noir, comes into jeopardy the moment Lady Adrianna Beachwood’s father rejects him as a suitor. He devises an ingenious deception to meet her in secret by using his cousin, the respectable, Lord Rupert as a decoy.

Nothing goes to plan and when the feisty goddaughter of George II is thrust into danger, her only chance of survival lies in the hands of her courageous and deliciously handsome Scottish warrior.


Chapter One

ady Adrianna Beachwood slid into the shadows masking the terrace, her attention captivated on the tall stranger bowing over Lady Bracken’s hand in the receiving line. At last, a gentleman worthy of my consideration. He straightened and bestowed a brilliant smile on his hostess before moving through the reception room in her direction. Sauntering past in elegant glory leaving the expensive fragrance of bergamot in his wake, he astounded her. Dangerously handsome and with the hungry countenance of a wolf, he cast a predatory gaze over the silk encased ladies gathering in the foyer. From the enthusiastic titters beside her and the flutter of fans in her periphery, his perfect proportions, and elegant form had attracted more than a few ladies devotion.
She admired tall men and he was indeed the most stylish of gentlemen. His magnificent broad shoulders fit snugly inside a dark blue jacket nipped at the waist and worn over crisp ivory linen with an overindulgence of lace in the French mode. Her gaze drifted in wanton abandon from his expertly folded silk cravat tucked into a heavily embroidered waistcoat to his breeches cut tight enough to enhance his long muscular legs. Lifting her fan to hide her heated cheeks, she gaped after him. Rather than covering his head with a wig, he had queued his glossy ebony hair at the nape without one trace of powder, yet he certainly appeared to be a devotee to fashion by the cut of his cloth, and the expensive lace at his cuffs.
Her attention matched his swagger in the direction of the ballroom and entranced by his devilish countenance, she stepped into the hallway and followed him along the passageway. She picked up her step, but he sauntered straight past the ballroom without as much as a glimpse within and continued in the direction of the card room. Bother! Adrianna pressed her lips together and stared after him. Determined not to miss the opportunity to catch his eye, she cleared her throat. The temptation of a man stopped abruptly and turned to face her. His languid gaze traveled over her and as he inclined his dark head, the corners of his full mouth twitched into a secretive smile.
A booming voice, announcing the arrival of her father, broke the spell.
“Ah, there you are Adrianna. Why, may I ask do you find it necessary to dally so close to the card room? It is not seemly for a lady to be in close proximity to gamesters, my dear.” He moved to her side then his gaze slid past her and darkened at the sight of the handsome stranger. “Come along, I am sure there are more suitable gentlemen waiting to fill your card.” He offered his arm.
Annoyed by her father’s untimely appearance, she composed her features into a mask of disinterest, and rested one hand on his arm. “I noticed you in the company of Lord Somerton in the receiving room and assumed you would pass this way so I waited for you, Papa.”
His nostrils flared in disgust and he bent his head lowering his voice. His acid tongue lashed over her like a whip.
“You are not a girl on her first come out and should know better than to expose yourself to rakes and ne’re do wells.”
She turned to him aghast. “Oh, Papa, your worry is unfounded. To be sure, Lord Bracken would not allow scoundrels within a mile of Lady Bracken’s soiree.”
Her father raised both eyebrows and peered at her thoughtfully through his quizzing glass.
“Adrianna, your naivety astounds me. It would seem I will have to keep a closer eye on you this evening.” He tucked an errant curl into her chignon with unexpected skill. “Come along, I have arranged for a number of respectable gentlemen to make your acquaintance.”
A wave of heat crawled up her neck. Indeed, the delicious man had caused her pulse to race in an alarming fashion but with her father’s words, the hope of an introduction to the tantalizing stranger splintered into a thousand pieces. She forced her lips into a smile, raised her chin, and strolled into the lushly decorated ballroom. Moving through the crush, she made her way toward her usual bevy of friends. She inhaled to calm her nerves and wrinkled her nose in distaste. The delicate glass vases perched high upon alabaster podiums overflowed with roses but did little to disguise the foul odor of stale sweat permeating the stiflingly hot air. All at once, the room moved in and out of focus.
“Adrianna.” Her father’s voice cracked like a whip in her ear. “What is amiss?”
Flicking open her fan, she met his furious gaze. “It is very hot in here, Papa. Perhaps a cordial might help?”
Her father lowered his deep voice to a whisper.
“Very well. Sit down and for heaven’s sake do not make a scene. It is imperative you fill your card this evening.” He offered a congenial smile to the small group watching with interest and deposited her beside a matron. “I will go for some refreshment, Adrianna.”
Her heart sank at her father’s direction. She had little choice but to act the dutiful daughter, although the men her father had thrown in her path had become as boring as last week's broadsheets. How am I to stand another evening like this? She gathered her wits and smiled. “Thank you, Papa.”
The usual old and uninteresting bread puddings of men approached to fill her card. Listening with feigned interest at their nonsensical dialogue, her thoughts returned to the handsome stranger. She swallowed hard and gazed at the group of hopeful suitors. God help her. From this night onward, she would compare all men to him, her phantom of delight.
The desire to catch another glimpse of him consumed her and she ignored the chatter. With effort, she pushed down the overpowering need to lift her skirts and dash back to the card room. She observed the men her father had selected as suitable and none of them cut a dashing figure or had the face of a dark angel. She hid a smile behind her fan forcing her attention to the conversations buzzing around her like a swarm of angry bees, but her thoughts slipped unrestrained to the card room and the temptation within. Good Lord, the man had taken up permanent residence in her mind. One look at him had bewitched her into a witless ninny.
The suffocating devotion from the group of balding, overweight, suitors was unbearable, and waiting for a convenient pause in the conversation, she stood. “Please excuse me for one moment, gentlemen.”
She moved through the crush and along the hallway determined to reach her destination by way of the card room. Lifting her ample silk skirts, she weaved through the crowd keen to glimpse the gamester’s retreat and the forbidden delights within. Remaining close to the wall, she slipped into the passageway, rounded the corner, and paused beside the card room door. She peeked inside and her heart raced. He sat at a table close to the doorway engaged in conversation with her host, Lord Bracken. From within, she overheard not a Parisian accent as she had expected from his attire, but a deep Scottish brogue as potent as the finest Scotch whisky.
“Aye, I attended King Louis’ Court less than a month ago. Du Court is not a man I would do business wi’ and he one of the most brutal men I have had the misfortune to meet. He takes great pleasure in decapitating his enemies and displaying their heads on stakes atop the ramparts of his castle.” He cleared his throat. “Not to mention the rumors abounding in respect of the suspicious deaths of his two previous wives. The man is a brute and ma advice to ye is to keep well clear of him.”
Lord Bracken’s deep voice came in reply.
“It would seem the rumors I overheard in Whites held some truth.”
She blinked away images of severed heads hoisted upon stakes and took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. Conversation of such a distressing nature was not for mixed company to be sure. With care not to appear too interested in the contents within, she chanced another swift glance inside and she met a pair of emerald green eyes twinkling with mischief.
Breathless at the sight of him, she pressed one hand to her throat. Heavens above, not only had she caught the deliciously handsome man’s attention, but his gaze held an enticing offer of intimacy. Her face grew uncomfortably hot and she raised her fan in a vain attempt to disguise her response to him. Unable to look away from his intense expression, she lingered caught in his spell.
The stranger winked at her and his full tempting mouth twitched into a smile around a gold tipped cheroot holder. Her heart pounded and she froze caught by his sinful attention like a rabbit in a deadly dance with a fox. He lowered deliciously long black lashes, folded his cards on the table, dropped his cheroot into the ashtray, and pushed to his feet.
Anticipation prickled down her spine and her limbs refused the command to move. The stranger strolled toward her with an interested expression on his handsome face. Fighting against the overpowering desire to wait for him, she shut her fan, lifted her nose in a dismissive air, and proceeded along the hallway. His soft footsteps sounded behind her and his hand brushed her elbow. She should not stop but the exotic scent of him enveloped her and all good sense fled. Heart pounding with anticipation, she turned slowly to face him.
He stared down at her from a great height, his eyes a sliver of green beneath hooded lids. His gentle smile sent a tingle of awareness to the junction of her thighs. Dear God, he is magnificent.
“Your servant, ma lady.” He bowed. “I noticed ye were trying to get ma attention. If ye have something of importance to say to me. This is not the place. Would ye perhaps walk wi’ me in the garden?” He offered his arm.
Heat shot up her neck scalding her cheeks. Embarrassed, she bobbed a curtsy and averted her gaze. “I thank you, sir, but as we have not been formally introduced, I fear I must decline.”
“A formality easily remedied.” He bestowed a devastating smile upon her. “If ye will wait one moment.” He bowed and turned back toward the cardroom.
Moments later, he returned with Lord Bracken. Her father’s best friend gave her a long considering stare, sighed disapprovingly, and turned to the Scottish gentleman.
“Lady Adrianna Beechwood, may I present Drew Mackenzie from the Clan Makenzie at Badenoch?”
“I am your most obedient servant, ma lady.” Mr. Mackenzie bowed low over her hand and brushed his lips across her knuckles leaving a trail of heat then rose. “Now we have been formally introduced, would you, by chance have a space on your dance card for me?”
She lifted her gaze and fell into an ocean of glittering green. “I am afraid my card is full.”
He held her gaze and beside him, Lord Bracken cleared his throat.
“I am heartbroken but at least allow me to escort ye to the ballroom.” Drew sighed and offered his arm.
Unnerved by the overwhelming desire to melt into his strong arms and damn the consequences, she dragged her senses into a modicum of order, and smiled in her best coquettish manner. “Thank you.”
Her pulse raced with every step toward the ballroom. The crush opened like the sea for Moses allowing their passage. People stared and chits dropped open their jaws at the sight of her splendid companion. When they paused on the perimeter of the dance floor, he turned to face her and bowed.
“If ye are not spoken for, I would verra much like to call on ye, ma lady.” Mackenzie smiled warmly and met her gaze. “If ye would permit such a thing?”
“I must admit, good sir, you are an intriguing fellow and I would be most happy for you to call on me.” She smiled and made her curtsy. “I beg you to excuse me. I find I am late for the first set. Please accept my apologies for disturbing your game.”
Unnerved beyond reason, she brushed past him and pushed through the crush spilling from the passageway. The music had started for the first set, and to her relief one of her father’s elderly colleagues, Lord Winton, strode toward her, his ruddy cheeks dimpling from a wide smile.
“I believe this is my set?” Lord Winton bowed over her hand dispersing a shower of dust from his overly powdered wig. “May I have the pleasure of escorting you to supper this evening, Lady Adrianna?”
Smiling, she met his gaze. “Yes, I would like that very much, Lord Winton.” She gave him her curtsy and laid a hand on his arm.
Standing opposite her partner in the middle of the ballroom, she searched the crowd for Drew Mackenzie, and her heart squeezed at the sight of him. He stood out like a beacon at the edge of the dance floor with one shoulder resting nonchalantly against the wall. He smiled outrageously, then turned and vanished into the crowd.
Her stomach fluttered in an unnerving fashion. In truth, no gentleman had ever looked upon her with desire, after all, her brown curls and fuller figure usually attracted widowers. Indeed, he had caused an unfamiliar curl of desire to blossom inside her and she wanted to experience the thrill again. At last, she had caught a young man’s interest. Excited at the thought of their fortuitous introduction, she smiled and could not contain the enthusiasm in her dance steps much to the delight of Lord Winton.
“It is good to see you smile, Lady Adrianna.” Lord Winton’s violet-scented breath accosted her nose.
She inclined her head and fought back a giggle. “It is a delightful evening to be sure.”
To think a dashing young man was interested in her. At one and twenty, she could not afford to lose such an opportunity and making an effort to push his delightful image from her mind, she concentrated on the complicated steps of the dance but to no avail. His handsome face and intimate gaze continued to linger in her consciousness like a forbidden confection.

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Thursday, September 24, 2015


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Monday, September 14, 2015

TRR Readers' Choice Awards - Winter 2015.

A few of my books are competing in the, TRR Readers' Choice Awards - Winter 2015.
They each need 50 nominations to move to the next round. So if you enjoyed my books, I would appreciate a vote or two. Thank you J


Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Release Day!!! Melting Down Under by H.C. Brown + Steamy Excerpt

Melting Down Under by links:

When calendar boy Zac, arrives from an interstate fire station to join the Gold Coast crew, the heat in the firehouse turns up to melting and the hot man he desires is just waiting for a bad boy to dominate.
Reader Advisory: Contains scenes of forced seduction, bondage, BDSM, and adventure. Take a Walk on the Wild Side.
The sight of all that damp, naked flesh so close made his stomach drop. His cock rose in appreciation and his balls tightened, demanding satisfaction. Zac sauntered toward him and, with one hot swipe, licked the condensation from the bottle off his cheek. He stood back, and the tip of his wet tongue slid across his full lips. Without saying a word, he took the beer from him, and guzzled it down. Beer trickled from the corner of his mouth and his Adam’s apple moved with each swallow. Unable to resist, Ryan leaned toward him and sipped the amber liquid from his hot flesh.
Zac lowered the bottle and with his eyes dancing with mischief, poured a stream of beer over Ryan’s nipple. When he bent to lap and tease the aching bud Ryan groaned and bit his lip against the rush of pure unadulterated pleasure. He leaned on the counter, and allowed Zac to pleasure him. After licking him clean and planting hot, open-mouthed kisses down his chest, Zac moved his attentions to his belt. His long fingers swiftly undid the top button of Ryan’s pants. The touch of the man’s fingers chilled and damp from the cold beer bottle sent a shiver of delight curling around Ryan’s balls.
He rested a hand on Zac’s shoulder. “I need a shower.”
“And I need a man to smell like a man. You are just right.” Zac dropped dark lashes over his sultry gaze and eased down his zipper.
As Zac pushed down his boxers, cool air brushed his heated skin. The man grinned wolfishly at his rampant shaft, and closed his cool fingers around his burning flesh.  A growl came from deep in his chest then he bent his head and pressed his full lips against his willing mouth. Moaning in pleasure, Ryan cupped his face and pushed his tongue deep, tasting beer and hot, delicious man. He thrust his tongue, in and out, keeping time with the hand moving with urgency on his cock.
“I can’t wait, any longer. I must have you.” Zac lifted his head. “Bend over the counter.”
Ryan stepped out of his clothes and kicked them to one side. He raised a brow. “You want to do me … and here, in the kitchen?” He raised both eyebrows in question. “You do know I’m a top, right?”
“What difference does that make? With me, you’ll need to give and take. Let me give you pleasure this time and next time I’ll do anything you want. Cross my heart.” Zac lowered his lashes as if waiting for permission.
Indecision made his hands shake. He met the man’s hooded gaze. Damn he oozed sex appeal. “They all warned me about you and your bad boy image.”
“I told you I wasn’t nice, but that trait can benefit you too. Who wants a good boy? Not you I’m guessing?”
 The idea of Zac deep inside him made his hole twitch in anticipation. “Hmm, okay maybe just this once.”
“You won’t be sorry.”  Zac grinned and handed him a tube of lube. “Grease up your tight little arse while I take care of business.”  He turned away to open the box of condoms, emptying the contents onto the counter in haste.