Excerpt: Man Whore


Chapter 1

Morgan Desrosier slipped through the heavy black door sporting the name HIM in two-inch, white chipped letters above the handle: the only identifier that anything existed beyond its walls. As he strutted up to the bar, the bartender wrapped up his conversation with current customers and poured a glass of whiskey, leaving it in front of Morgan as his gaze circled the crowd.

“Slow for a Thursday,” the bartender said.

“Very,” Morgan agreed. Men mixed and milled about, sure, but none of the bodies elicited interest from his. Several men looked him over. Morgan discounted their hungry stares. He dressed to draw attention— fishnet crawled down his arms peeking out from beneath the elbow-length sleeves of his charcoal tee, black jeans with green-stitched seams, sized snug enough to leave little to the imagination, black plastic hoops in his ears matched the impressions under his shirt of little circles piercing his nipples. To complete the look, his chestnut brown hair sported random black and green tips. He lined his eyes the same, black smudges hugging crisp, green lines, colored around emerald eyes openly judging any man bold enough to meet them.

After draining his drink, Morgan wove through the bodies on the dance floor, avoiding groping hands until he reached his intended marks. Yes, plural. The twins turned in unison, beaming wide smiles of perfect white teeth at him.

“Our favorite slut,” said Cayne. Or, maybe, that was Layne.

“Looking for company?” asked Layne. Or maybe Cayne.

They preferred the mystery and Morgan couldn’t be bothered to unravel it. To him, they were one. To him, they were The Twins. He didn’t bother trying to guess which one was Layne and which was Cayne because, when he did, he inevitably guessed wrong. His hips swung as he approached, dancing himself between them. Their hands welcomed him, one twin wrapping his arms around Morgan’s waist while the other draped fingers around the back of his neck, tickling and teasing.

“You know I’m always looking for company,” Morgan said.

Exactly the same, he didn’t care if the lips pressing to the back of his neck belonged to Layne or Cayne. Each had thick, sandy brown hair that fell over his face as if playing a game of hide-and-seek, and the most unusual amber eyes with outer edges of muted green. They dressed anywhere from conservative and casual to seductive to purely flamboyant. Tonight, they wore ripped Levi’s and maroon shirts with the buttons separated to their navels. Morgan, with one arm around the shoulders in front of him, slipped his free hand down a bare, smooth chest.

The twin tilted his head, his hair falling over his eyes as they reflected mischief hidden in his thoughts. With a smile he said, “Take us home, M.”

“You know my rule.”

“And you know ours.” The whispered words eddied around his ear and then dove down to his balls.

“Once,” Morgan said.

“Once,” they agreed in unison.

“And you won’t be weird about it later.”

The twins chuckled. The one behind him pressed his hips to Morgan’s ass while his brother grinded against him from the front. “We promise,” said Cayne. Or maybe Layne. “It won’t ruin our friendship.”

“Just play,” said the other. “Just pleasure. Just once.”

“Unless you request more.”

Morgan laughed. “Cocky fuckers.”

“Yes,” purred Layne. Or maybe Cayne.

“We know what you like, and we know what we like.” The other gave him a faux coy wink.

“And that,” said the first, “is dancing with you, M.”

“And teasing me,” Morgan added.

“No teasing.” The tongue wet his ear before continuing with words. “Promises.”

Morgan dropped his hands to the waist in front of him and yanked the man closer. His response was clear and firm in his pants. The twin nodded. On Morgan’s shoulder, he felt the other nod in reply. “Oh boy, what did I just agree to?” Morgan asked.

“Every man’s wet dream,” answered the tongue in his ear. “Twins in his bed.”

For a note on Cayne and Layne, see my blog post “Double Trouble”.

To purchase MAN WHORE, visit Silver Publishing.

Thanks for reading!

Ciao,
Pia Veleno


http://piaveleno.com

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