27 Nov '12
Naughty November Day 27 : An Explicit Excerpt from Dani Worth plus a Giveaway
In a lonely, plague-devastated world, it is definitely not every man for himself.
Crux Survivors, Book 1
Seventeen years after the Crux Virus wiped out most of the world’s population, Ross is doing what he can to keep his small community safe from raiders in a self-contained artist retreat in the Jemez Mountains of New Mexico. He’s made a habit of collecting survivors and they’ve all become family, but the most important members have always been Jenna and Dorian.
At fourteen, Ross stumbled into the basement where the nine-year-olds were hiding and the three have been together ever since. Years later, Jenna and Dorian became lovers. Now, at thirty, Ross hopes to find a love of his own on supply runs, but he suffers incredible guilt because his heart has long been snagged by his two best friends.
Alone with his tangled emotions, Ross is about to discover that his friends have their own ideas about their relationship…and how it is about to change.
An unfortunate stabbing leads to fortunate liaisons, including M/F/M, M/M, M/F…and whatever else these apocalyptic survivors can do with each other during those long winter months in the snowy mountains.
Jenna, motionless as a deer in headlights, whispered, “Lose the sheet. I want to see.”
With that, Ross shut his eyes tight and shifted on the bed. Dorian recognized the move. Ross was hard. But he wasn’t shutting things down. In fact, he seemed too overcome by emotion to do anything but lie there and take it.
Rubbing his palm soothingly on that nice, firm ass, Dorian took the top of the sheet in his free hand and peeled it off. He’d seen this body before. They both had. For years, it had been just the three of them and sometimes while in hiding, privacy was given up for efficiency. But it had been a long time. And yes, over the last week, they’d seen him naked.
But this was different. So fucking different.
Firelight played over firm muscles as Ross shifted again. He buried his face in his arms, a muffled groan sounding as if it had been ripped from his throat.
His hair had grown longer on this last run and before Dorian realized what he was doing, he was wiping his hands on a towel and bending over that long back to bury the fingers of both his hands in that silky, disheveled hair. He pressed his cheek on the smooth, hot skin of Ross’s back.
Jenna’s breath caught loudly. She was being unnaturally quiet and he would have grinned if his dick hadn’t been so hard it hurt—if the emotions racing through his head and heart weren’t swamping everything else.
He turned his head and pressed his lips to Ross’s back. The bigger man went still. Dorian could feel the hard beat of Ross’s heart here, under the skin, pulsing against his lips. Lifting his head, he pressed another kiss to Ross’s back, then another. He buried his nose in the back of his neck and pulled his scent in deep. The sandalwood worked on him—spicy, woodsy and all male.
Ross released a hoarse cry and like that, turned onto his back and grabbed Dorian’s head. They stared at each other for long, intense seconds before Ross dropped his gaze to Dorian’s mouth. He groaned and pulled Dorian’s head down with heady strength. Their lips slanted together with force and this time, Dorian groaned. Ross had been sucking on one of those damned peppermint sticks he loved. And that Dorian hated.
But the taste here, in Ross’s mouth, was finer than the aged brandy Dorian preferred over whiskey.
Dorian slid his tongue deep into Ross’s mouth, searching for every last taste of peppermint, finding it and the darker, exotic flavor that was pure Ross. He knew that his hair blocked a lot of this from Jenna’s sight but apparently it didn’t matter, because he could hear her small, excited noises.
Ross pulled Dorian’s head back enough to meet his eyes. Their breath mingled under the curtain of his hair. Ross slid his fingers through that hair with a groan, letting enough firelight in to make his light eyes glitter. “More. Touch me again.”
The naked, desperate need in those eyes stabbed into Dorian’s heart. A flash of nerves, painful and hesitant, rushed through him.
Ross’s need ran so deep, Dorian was suddenly afraid they’d hurt him. Somehow make him leave. No. He shook his head.
Ross misunderstood the gesture, Dorian realized, when the other man’s hands fell from his head, when gut-deep hurt flooded those beautiful blue eyes.
“Oh no, Boss,” Dorian whispered. “I didn’t shake my head in response to your request.” He kissed him again, making sure Ross felt every hard and possessive second of it. “I was just a bit overwhelmed for a second. This means so much—you, Ross, mean so much. To both of us—Jenna and me. We want you so badly.”
Ross’s eyes flared wide and he lifted some of Dorian’s hair out of the way to look at Jenna. Dorian turned as well. Stark emotion making her cheeks nearly as red as her robe, Jenna’s eyes glittered. “Please don’t stop,” she whispered.
Dorian grinned and turned back to lift his eyebrow at Ross. He reached with one hand to anchor Ross’s head in place. He wanted to watch every single thing on Ross’s face as he did this.
Dorian slowly slid his hand down Ross’s chest, over tight, well-shaped muscles covered by a sprinkling of silky chest hair. He followed the hair down, down and just like that, wrapped his hand around Ross’s dick.
Blue eyes flared wide before they closed. Ross’s head went back, his mouth open, baring that long throat to Dorian. It was an offering Dorian didn’t—couldn’t—resist. He opened his mouth over Ross’s warm throat, licking once before coming back up to watch his face.
He felt Jenna touch his back. Looked at her as she stared at his hand on Ross’s cock. Ross couldn’t see her from this angle so when she grinned and held one finger over her lips, Dorian knew what she was about to do.
Ross was gonna love this.
Dani Worth loves to explore the boundaries of new worlds, love, desire or anything else that strikes her fancy. Good stories make life fun! She’s currently writing sexy stories set in post-apocalyptic, science fiction and contemporary settings. She likes threads of paranormal and urban fantasy. Some of her stories will have pairs and some will have three–Love is Love. Dani has lived in some crazy places but currently resides in the Midwest. She’s represented by Miriam Kriss of the Irene Goodman Literary Agency.
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