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Jude Thatcher needs a life fix. He walked away from a serious love
affair, lost the job he worked years to get, and his severance pay is
dwindling. A little dancing is in order to help clear his head, so Jude
takes a stroll to the local nightclub and gets a surprise.
Wynn DeRocher’s talent and ambition catapulted his band to the top
of the charts, but he paid a steep price to achieve success. He
needs a flesh and blood man, one who understands the demands of
his music. He needs the man he let get away - Jude Thatcher.
Wynn pitches a proposal - a lucrative job modeling the band’s new
line of logo’d leather. Jude accepts, but both men know it’ll take
more than fancy dinners and limo rides to convince Jude to risk his
heart again.
To covet might be a sin, but Jude needs a gesture of good faith.
And he wants Wynn’s leather jacket as much as he wants Wynn.
Almost.
affair, lost the job he worked years to get, and his severance pay is
dwindling. A little dancing is in order to help clear his head, so Jude
takes a stroll to the local nightclub and gets a surprise.
Wynn DeRocher’s talent and ambition catapulted his band to the top
of the charts, but he paid a steep price to achieve success. He
needs a flesh and blood man, one who understands the demands of
his music. He needs the man he let get away - Jude Thatcher.
Wynn pitches a proposal - a lucrative job modeling the band’s new
line of logo’d leather. Jude accepts, but both men know it’ll take
more than fancy dinners and limo rides to convince Jude to risk his
heart again.
To covet might be a sin, but Jude needs a gesture of good faith.
And he wants Wynn’s leather jacket as much as he wants Wynn.
Almost.
INTRO
Wynn held the hip-length coat for me as I slipped my arms into the sleeves, then he let the weight of it
come to rest on my shoulders. The jacket was light, but incredibly warm. I flipped open the left side to
check the lining.
“Don’t bother. You’d have to cut the cloth to see what the insulating layer is.”
I stretched my arms out in front of my chest. The jacket moved with me, giving just enough to remain
comfortable.
“This is a nice jacket. I see why you liked. Does he make bombers?”
Wynn reached in the closet and pulled out a black bomber complete with silver studs and chains. He
caressed a front panel. “This is so you, Jude. Take it.”
For a moment, I was tempted. “I can’t accept this. It’s hand-stitched so I’m sure it was expensive.”
“Nine large. But take it. Call it a signing bonus.”
“Wynn, I don’t know the first thing about modeling. You need a professional, or better yet, model this
yourself. Your fans will go wild.”
His fingers trailed down my leather-clad arm until they found mine. He hesitated, then stroked his thumb
over my knuckles. His voice was so low I had to strain to hear it.
“I knew you were here. I came back to Marionville to find you, Jude.”
Wynn held the hip-length coat for me as I slipped my arms into the sleeves, then he let the weight of it
come to rest on my shoulders. The jacket was light, but incredibly warm. I flipped open the left side to
check the lining.
“Don’t bother. You’d have to cut the cloth to see what the insulating layer is.”
I stretched my arms out in front of my chest. The jacket moved with me, giving just enough to remain
comfortable.
“This is a nice jacket. I see why you liked. Does he make bombers?”
Wynn reached in the closet and pulled out a black bomber complete with silver studs and chains. He
caressed a front panel. “This is so you, Jude. Take it.”
For a moment, I was tempted. “I can’t accept this. It’s hand-stitched so I’m sure it was expensive.”
“Nine large. But take it. Call it a signing bonus.”
“Wynn, I don’t know the first thing about modeling. You need a professional, or better yet, model this
yourself. Your fans will go wild.”
His fingers trailed down my leather-clad arm until they found mine. He hesitated, then stroked his thumb
over my knuckles. His voice was so low I had to strain to hear it.
“I knew you were here. I came back to Marionville to find you, Jude.”
EXCERPT
“C’mon on over here.” He lifted his arm and I nestled in against him like I did it every day of my life. “Jude,
where do you want to go from here?”
I could play coy - something neither of us had ever liked - or I could be upfront with him. I chose the latter.
“Wherever you’re sleeping, I’m sleeping, and you know it. Now we can try to find a bar where the clientele
won’t mob you, or we can find a nice quiet - private - place and say the things we need to say to each
other.”
He grinned at me. “Damn, Mary. You should be out of breath after all that.”
I growled and turned on him. “Don’t. Call. Me. Mary!”
Wynn held up his hand in mock surrender and it was the opening I needed. I dug my fingers into his ribs.
He yelped and twitched and the next thing I knew we were rolling around on the floor of the limo, choking
with shared laughter.
We rolled left and I rose over him. Wynn’s long legs wrapped around my waist, squeezing me. I feigned
defeat so he’d release me. The ploy worked for about a second and a half and then I was on my back
looking up at him. The smile faded from his face and his hand cupped the back of my head.
“I’ve thought about you so much, Jude. I was wrong not to find you years ago.”
It would do no good to argue. Too many years had gone by for either of us to resurrect blame. Nothing
would be gained and all the steps we’d taken in the last day would be erased, something I couldn't allow to
happen. He’d only be here for such a short time. I had to make the most of every moment.
“Maybe, Wynn, but perhaps not. You had things you had to do. I had things I wanted to do.”
“Having you with me would have made it all sweeter.” He lowered his mouth to mine.
I was startled by the gentle poignancy of his kiss. For a split second, he laid himself bare for me, then I
opened my lips and invited him in. The change in him was swift. A deep groan rumbled in his chest. His
pelvis flexed to mine. My balls drew up as my cock swelled, eager for his touch, for the wet swipe of his
tongue.
Wynn’s lips trailed fire down my neck and along my jaw line. My heart pounded as the skin on my back and
buttocks prickled. Deep inside small muscles twitched with anticipation of something I couldn’t be sure
would happen. I hooked my foot around the back of his knees and rolled us against the other seat. We
ended up on our sides facing each other.
“Damn, it’s tight quarters in here.”
Wynn’s big hand clamped onto my ass and squeezed. “We had to promise no sex in the limo to keep our
driver happy. But he turns a blind eye to the occasional little grope and pant session.” His cool hand
dipped under the waistband of my pants and his long fingers wrapped around my hard shaft and moved in
short strokes. I rested my forehead to his.
“Oh, God. Every time I jerk off I think of your hand.” I cupped his balls through his slacks.
He kissed me again, his tongue teasing mine and sending my pulse skyrocketing. “Do you want to get off
now?”
I pressed forward, pinning his hand between our lower bodies and stopping his subtle movements. “No.
Stop. After all this time I don’t want to you to jerk me off in the damn limo and get your driver upset.”
Wynn gave my cock a last easy squeeze and pulled his hand out of my pants.
“We need to go to your place. If any of the local paparazzi has figured out where I’m staying, they might
spot us sneaking into the parking garage at the hotel.”
I rimmed his ear as I murmured my agreement. He reached out a long arm, smacked the intercom button,
told his driver to head to my place and put his arm around me. Wynn paused, his lips scant millimeters
from mine.
“It’ll be okay, Jude. You’ll see…”
“C’mon on over here.” He lifted his arm and I nestled in against him like I did it every day of my life. “Jude,
where do you want to go from here?”
I could play coy - something neither of us had ever liked - or I could be upfront with him. I chose the latter.
“Wherever you’re sleeping, I’m sleeping, and you know it. Now we can try to find a bar where the clientele
won’t mob you, or we can find a nice quiet - private - place and say the things we need to say to each
other.”
He grinned at me. “Damn, Mary. You should be out of breath after all that.”
I growled and turned on him. “Don’t. Call. Me. Mary!”
Wynn held up his hand in mock surrender and it was the opening I needed. I dug my fingers into his ribs.
He yelped and twitched and the next thing I knew we were rolling around on the floor of the limo, choking
with shared laughter.
We rolled left and I rose over him. Wynn’s long legs wrapped around my waist, squeezing me. I feigned
defeat so he’d release me. The ploy worked for about a second and a half and then I was on my back
looking up at him. The smile faded from his face and his hand cupped the back of my head.
“I’ve thought about you so much, Jude. I was wrong not to find you years ago.”
It would do no good to argue. Too many years had gone by for either of us to resurrect blame. Nothing
would be gained and all the steps we’d taken in the last day would be erased, something I couldn't allow to
happen. He’d only be here for such a short time. I had to make the most of every moment.
“Maybe, Wynn, but perhaps not. You had things you had to do. I had things I wanted to do.”
“Having you with me would have made it all sweeter.” He lowered his mouth to mine.
I was startled by the gentle poignancy of his kiss. For a split second, he laid himself bare for me, then I
opened my lips and invited him in. The change in him was swift. A deep groan rumbled in his chest. His
pelvis flexed to mine. My balls drew up as my cock swelled, eager for his touch, for the wet swipe of his
tongue.
Wynn’s lips trailed fire down my neck and along my jaw line. My heart pounded as the skin on my back and
buttocks prickled. Deep inside small muscles twitched with anticipation of something I couldn’t be sure
would happen. I hooked my foot around the back of his knees and rolled us against the other seat. We
ended up on our sides facing each other.
“Damn, it’s tight quarters in here.”
Wynn’s big hand clamped onto my ass and squeezed. “We had to promise no sex in the limo to keep our
driver happy. But he turns a blind eye to the occasional little grope and pant session.” His cool hand
dipped under the waistband of my pants and his long fingers wrapped around my hard shaft and moved in
short strokes. I rested my forehead to his.
“Oh, God. Every time I jerk off I think of your hand.” I cupped his balls through his slacks.
He kissed me again, his tongue teasing mine and sending my pulse skyrocketing. “Do you want to get off
now?”
I pressed forward, pinning his hand between our lower bodies and stopping his subtle movements. “No.
Stop. After all this time I don’t want to you to jerk me off in the damn limo and get your driver upset.”
Wynn gave my cock a last easy squeeze and pulled his hand out of my pants.
“We need to go to your place. If any of the local paparazzi has figured out where I’m staying, they might
spot us sneaking into the parking garage at the hotel.”
I rimmed his ear as I murmured my agreement. He reached out a long arm, smacked the intercom button,
told his driver to head to my place and put his arm around me. Wynn paused, his lips scant millimeters
from mine.
“It’ll be okay, Jude. You’ll see…”
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| The Marionville Series (series overview) A Hard Habit to Break (#1) Heath & Travis Open Roads (#2)Tyler & Noel Small Town Boys (paperback anthology containing books 1 & 2) What You Don't Confess (#3) Dylan & Cassidy Your Whisper in the Dark (#4) Kenzie & Mason Whispered Confessions (paperback anthology containing books 3 & 4) A Cat Named Hercules (#5) Shiloh & Gale Leather Jackets (#6) Jude & Wynn To Hear You Sigh (paperback anthology containing books 5 & 6) |
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| Marionville #2 |
| Marionville #3 |
| Marionville #4 |
| Marionville #5 |
| Marionville #6 |
| Contemporary gay romance - the Men of Marionville series These stories can be read individually. They feature characters in the same community, all friends. They do not need to be read in the order in which they were written to enjoy them fully, but they are numbered for those who prefer to do so. For more about the Men of Marionville series, click here. |
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