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8 pages, Audible Audio
First published February 29, 2016
Kennedy’s dick sprang free, crowding Jason in the darkness that pressed closer, smelling of faded aftershave, musk, and imminent sex.
“Beautiful,” Kennedy said, reaching for him, and Jason’s cock nestled into his curled palm. “This is beautiful.”
Yes, it was. After a day devoted to death and dying, sex was a beautiful, life-affirming thing. An art form all its own.
Kennedy’s thumb stroked along Jason’s achingly hard length in a sensual brailing, and the moan Jason had tried to swallow tore out of his throat. Raw and honest with need.
Jason’s balls drew tight. Little lights danced behind his eyes. He surged up against the door one final time and went barreling down a luminous blue-green tunnel until he felt orgasm lift him like a wave scooping up his surfboard and casting him into sunlight and spray.
The next few minutes passed in pleasurable physical contact. Kennedy might not be much for mouth-to-mouth, but he was definitely an orally fixated kind of guy.
Jason jumped and then closed his eyes, willing himself to relax as something slick and wet on the point of Kennedy’s finger invaded his anus.
Kennedy’s weight settled on top of him. He was big, but he was surprisingly lithe, and his cock—condom, okay that’s good—rudely poked Jason in a couple of vulnerable spots before lodging between Jason’s buttocks. A pleasurable compromise if that’s what Jason wanted.
Jason pushed up on his elbows and knees, rocking into the roll of Kennedy’s hips. They fell right into a natural rhythm, push and pull, back and forth, forehand and backhand…now picking up speed.
Kennedy whispered into his ear, “You’re something else, West. Something special…really special…” impaling him in easy, rhythmic strokes.
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It is the first book and the next book in the series will appear in 2017!
It might equally well be a standalone, and I wouldn't be disappointed.
“Art is the other side of the coin. It represents the best of humanity. And what I’m here for is to try and protect that…legacy. Our cultural heritage. And by our, I mean everybody.”
When you gaze long into the abyss...the abyss asks you out for cocktails?
"Jason-"As the seminal philosophers from Disney's Hercules once said, Girl don't be proud, it's ok you're in love.
"I want to try the stairway. I'll keep yelling Marco, and you yell Polo. So you know I'm okay, and I can tell how far from you I am."
"Are you-? And what if you're not okay? How am I supposed to get to you?"
"Marco?"
"West, you're beginning to piss me off."
"Marco."
"At the least we should be using radio voice procedure."
"Marco to Kennedy. Over."
Kennedy snapped, "Polo."
"I’ve been asked to try and make sure you don’t step in it again, sure, but I’m not here to hold your cape, Batman. I’m your partner on this case whether either of us likes it or not. And, for the record, I don’t like it—any more than you do.”
“Listen,” [Kennedy] said. “You don’t want to be involved with me.”
“You’re right.”
“If you think I’m an asshole now…”
“You don’t have to convince me.”
“I’m too old for you, for one thing.”
Jason folded his arms. “And getting older by the minute.”
“I’m always on the road. Always traveling. I like it that way.”
“Sure. Sounds ideal.”