Free Fiction: Man Whore #1.1

Welcome dear Readers, 

Today’s free flash fiction features Morgan Desrosier and Adam Medina from Man Whore, book one of the Personal Demons series. This is a sneak peak of my favorite man whore twink and his sexy Latino lover, plus a brief appearance from The Twins.

Enjoy!


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When Adam left the restaurant, he found Morgan lounging against a car flirting with the twins. Exactly where he’d left him. Morgan glanced up, holding Adam’s eyes for a heartbeat, and then smiled. The twins crowded close to him, their thin, twink bodies pressed against Morgan on either side, and their long fingers wandering restlessly over his chest as they talked. Adam took a moment to reign in his annoyance. Morgan loved him. The man would flirt up a storm, but when push came to shove, Morgan would go home with Adam. Some nights, Morgan would drag Adam to a back room, a dark alley, or into the passenger seat of the car, not wanting to wait until they returned to his apartment. Morgan had his heart, and Adam knew he had Morgan’s too.

Besides, the twins were just as flirtatious as Morgan. “Hey guys,” Adam said. He walked forward, and stopped a pace away from his lover. He forced himself to meet each set of eyes, keeping his gaze off the hands of the twins and where they rested on Morgan’s abdomen. Morgan, after all, demanded attention. From his bleached hair, with roots intentionally darkened, to thick green and black eyeliner, to the wild and sexy clothing he gathered at elite shops and thrift stores, he drew more than stares. He commanded attention. He could also, with the same casual charm, rebuked unwanted advances without a second thought.

“Hello, sexy,” Cayne said with a purr. He dipped his chin, fixing Adam with a seductive stare.

Layne grinned and abandoned Morgan to loop and arm around Adam’s waist and pull him close. His brother circled Adam’s shoulder from the other side, and soon Adam had twin human ornaments just as Morgan had a moment ago. Each twin kissed a cheek, but Adam’s attention focused on Morgan who watched the exchange with an amused smirk.

“What am I now? Chopped liver?” Morgan laughed, and then snuggled into the group. He put an arm around each twin, but leaned between them to nip at Adam’s lips.

Adam drew him into a deeper kiss with an elusive flicker of the tongue. As Morgan chased the kiss, his hands left the twins and found Adam’s ass, pulling their hips together with a moan and a grind.

When their lips parted, Morgan said, “Did you decide to skip dinner and take me to the back seat of your car?”

With a laugh, Adam shook his head. “No, culo, they’re full with reservations. We can’t get a seat for at least four hours.”

“There’s always room.” Morgan ran a finger over Adam’s lips. “I’ll get us a seat.” He turned towards Cayne. “You two want to join us?”

Cayne waved off the invitation, while Layne stepped to his brother’s side and put an arm around his waist. “We have business to attend to, but we’ll be at HIM later tonight.”

As the twins sauntered down the street together, Morgan ran a tongue up Adam’s neck. Adam chuckled and tore his attention off the twins. “So now where? Thai?” He chuckled. “Sushi?”

Morgan wrinkled his nose. “Stop suggesting raw fish. I like my food cooked, as in a lot.” He twined his fingers with Adam’s and smiled. “Besides, we’re eating here.”

“I just told you–”

“I know, but I can get us a table.”

“Oh really? How do you plan to do that? Blow the host?”

Morgan grinned wickedly. “No, but a little flirting can go a long way, baby.”

“Your ego is outrageous,” Adam said as Morgan dragged him back towards the door.

Adam hung back, watching, and doing his best not to be obvious about it. Morgan had strutted through the crowd and stopped less than six inches from the broad-shouldered host who’d shut him down just minutes before. The host’s eyes narrowed under the assault of Morgan’s cocky grin, and then he stepped around Morgan and behind his podium. Adam resisted a satisfied smirk. He wanted to eat at CJ’s, but so did half of the city, and the host couldn’t be bribed; he’d tried. Besides, the man appeared impervious to Morgan’s bedroom eyes. Maybe he was straight.

Morgan laughed suddenly. He hopped up on the counter separated the host and his seating plan from the patrons waiting for a seat. He twisted to look over his shoulder, fixing the man with a look that could be called anything but coy. He couldn’t be more obvious with a sticker stuck to his chest that read: Hi, I’m Morgan and I’m Easy.

The host frowned and made a shooing motion, but Morgan caught his hand between his two and fixed the man with a penetrating stare. Adam’s smirk of self-satisfaction turned to incredulity; the host’s scowl softened. Adam’s gaze dropped to their hands. Of course, Morgan had used that trick on Adam too. His thumb rubbed little circles along the soft, sensitive skin of the host’s wrist. The man probably didn’t even realize Morgan was doing it, and yet, it worked like a magic spell. The host glanced over his shoulder at the crowded restaurant, and then down to his seating chart and reservation book propped on the podium. The nod was brief and sharp, and the host leaned forward to whisper something in Morgan’s ear.

Morgan turned his head to meet Adam’s gaze. He grinned and winked. When he twisted to face the host again, Morgan lifted the man’s hand to his lips and kissed his wrist, and then released his magical hold. As Morgan slid off of the counter, Adam moved forward to stand by his side. The host stared at Adam until Adam wondered if only Morgan would be allowed to dine tonight. Finally, the host said, “Lucky man.” He smiled and then added, “Follow me.”

When the man turned to lead them into the dining room, Morgan threaded his fingers through Adam’s and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Do I want to know what you said to him?” Adam asked.

“It was nothing.” Morgan tugged his hand, following the host. He glanced back once with a smoldering smile that promised much more than words later.

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Morgan stumbled into Adam as they pushed open the restaurant door. With his arm around Adam’s waist, he managed to keep his balance. “That was delicious!” Morgan announced with a wide sweep of his free arm.

“You look like you’re addressing an audience,” Adam said laughing. His lips tingled just enough to warn him away from crawling into his car. The only crawling he intended for the next couple of hours would be into Morgan’s bed anyway.

“I am.” Morgan stopped, pulling Adam to face him. “You.”

Adam shook his head and snickered. “We’re drunk.” He snorted and then added, “That waiter didn’t charge us for the second bottle of wine.”

“Is that why you gave him a fifty buck tip?”

“I didn’t want him to have to pay for it himself.”

“My sweet, generous Adam.” Morgan kissed him, missing his mouth, but managing to catch the corner, his lips brushing along Adam’s neatly trimmed goatee.

“I am, aren’t I?”

“Now who has the crazy ego?” Morgan laughed.

Adam winced and caught Morgan as he swayed, but his lover’s amusement caught on and, as they resumed their walk down the sidewalk, Adam broke out in a snicker. Together, they laughed so hard, they had to stop, clinging to each other, until the tremors passed.

“Damn, culo,” Adam said. He took a deep breath and trailed a tender caress down Morgan’s cheek. “I love your ego.”

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Man Whore is available from Silver Publishing, and your favorite romance ebook distributors. It will be available in print format June 4th.

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