September 12, 2007

A Snippet from Hurricane, by BA Tortuga

"Oh, darlin'." They broke the kiss, both of them panting. "What I'm going to do to you."

Shane chuckled, nipped his chin. "Promises, promises."

"Oh. Don't dare me, darlin'." It had been too fucking long. He picked Shane right up, slinging that lean body over his shoulder, and headed for the bedroom.

"Galen!" Fuck, those were the prettiest thighs, leading right into a tight, tight ass.

"Shane..." He grinned, waiting for the pinch. His free hand came up to pet a little, feeling Shane up.

Those fingers goosed his ass, right on cue. He grinned, bounced Shane a little. Some shit never changed.

He dumped Shane off the bed, thanking his stars they'd already cleaned it off to sleep, and came down right on top of that sweet body, his hand pulling Shane's arms up over his head again.

"Hey." Shane arched, rubbing on him like a cat, those little rings catching in the hairs on his chest.

"Hey, you." He stared down, sort of learning all the new lines on Shane's face, re-acquainting himself with that smile. "God, you feel good."

Oh, look at that smile. That was enough to get his motor running, even if he hadn't already been in gear.

Galen rubbed, bending down to bite and lick, sucking up tiny bruises all along Shane's inner arm. His damned motor was screaming in high gear.

"Oh. Oh, fuck." Shane's muscles jerked and shifted, his lover's hips bucking in time.

"Mmmhmm. Gonna tear you up." Everything else could wait. This was reconnecting. Fuck all that talking. Galen bit down, right at Shane's chest, right next to one pierced nipple.

It was like touching Shane with a live wire. He got a cry, hands jerking violently in his grip. "Yes. Fuck. Len."

"Yeah." Shit, yes. His cock could pound nails, and he rubbed through their sweats. That little ring called to him, and Galen grabbed it with his teeth, pulling hard.

Mmmhmm. Look at that body bow, stretching up for him.

Tanned, lean, body compact but perfect, Shane was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His hands got slippery with sweat, and he wished to hell he knew where the damned cuffs were. But they could do that later. For now he'd keep Shane too distracted to break his grip. Biting tended to do that.

Shane started babbling, begging for him, for more, harder. Shane was damn near crazed, hips bucking and rolling under him, pushing up and slamming into him.

He pressed down as hard as he could, letting himself feel Shane all along his body. But soon enough he had to let go with one hand to get the clothes gone. Now.

"Want you." Shane got those hungry lips on his upper arm, sucking good and hard, making his hips jerk.

"How do you want me, darlin'?" Galen asked, bucking hard. "Want me to fuck you?"

Those bright eyes caught hold of him, staring him down. "Good and hard, Len. So that I can feel it deep."

"You'll feel me for days."

Hurricane is available at Available here.

Shane's Hurricane Cocktail

1 oz lemon juice
4 oz dark rum
4 oz passion fruit syrup
Crushed ice
Orange slice
1 Maraschino Cherry

In a cocktail shaker, add lemon juice, rum, passion fruit syrup, and crushed ice; shake vigorously for 1 to 2 minutes and then strain into a tall glass or hurricane glass.

Garnish with an orange slice and a maraschino cherry.

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