“Yeah.” Vance nodded. The thrust of his hips began again, this time with a faster, more urgent pace. “Yeah,” he repeated. “That"s just what I needed to hear, baby. That"s all I needed to know.”

  Lifting his head from the bed, Ben brushed his lips over Vance"s and whispered it again. “I love you.”

  With those three words, Vance cried out. The climax swelled, spreading from his balls through his belly. His heart seemed to freeze then resume its frantic beat as his seed gushed forth, filling Ben"s ass. Between their bodies, Ben"s renewed arousal erupted as well, coating their chests and bellies with his cum. Their entwined fingers clutched and flexed as the waves of pleasure coursed through them, joining them, changing them from the isolated men they"d been to a single soul.

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  Epilogue

  A few weeks later, the Diablo Blanco Club hummed with activity. Ben served drinks to the customers and chatted with the regulars seated at the bar. It was busier than usual for a Thursday night, and the Club members present seemed more interested in conversation than playing out their favorite fantasies for an audience.

  When it had finally begun to slow down, he started prepping for the transfer to the relief bartender. After counting down his till and completing a quick bottle count, he handed over the keys but stuck around to help out with the customers. Wiping down the polished teak, he offered a grin to a slender blonde approaching the bar.

  “LaTreace, long time no see, doll,” he greeted. “What can I get for you?”

  “Pomegranate martini, please.” Settling onto the bar stool, the woman leaned forward, offering a clear view of the assets exposed by her low-cut blouse.

  “No problem.” Ben grabbed a glass, ran a slice of lemon along the rim before dipping it into a dish of sugar. Setting it aside, he filled a shaker with ice and mixed up the drink. After pouring it, he garnished the glass with a twist of lemon and set it on a coaster in front of the model. “On your tab?”

  She nodded, took a sip, and purred, “Yum.”

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  The door to the storage area swung open behind Ben just as the model leaned forward and stroked her hand over his. “When are you going to give in to me, Ben?”

  LaTreace offered a smile that had graced the covers of magazines around the world.

  “Give in to what, LaTreace?” Ben grinned, remembering the numerous advances the sexy model had made to him over the last nine months.

  “What we could be together.” Her blue eyes twinkled with intent.

  “Well—” Ben started, but the slide of warm arms around his waist halted his words.

  “You ready to go?” Vance settled a soft kiss on the side of Ben"s neck before propping his chin on his lover"s shoulder.

  Ben leaned into Vance"s hold and asked, “You all finished, babe?”

  Vance nodded and moved to lean on the bar close to LaTreace. “Yes. Stock"s all counted and put away. Den has the towels folded and shelved, and the kitchen"s been shut down.”

  LaTreace leaned back, a sexy pout turning her lips downward. “I thought I heard you were back in town, Vance.”

  “A few weeks ago.”

  “And you"re working here?” LaTreace"s gaze moved back and forth between Ben and Vance, disappointment visible in her bright blue eyes.

  Vance nodded. “Tending bar and security. I"d heard you were in France. When did you get back?”

  “Not soon enough apparently.” LaTreace chuckled. She finished the last of her martini and pushed the empty glass toward the other bartender.

  Tossing the damp cloth into the bin near the door leading to the hallway and storage area, Ben watched Vance smile at the disappointed model. Moving to the side of the bar, Ben lifted the hinged section of wood, and he and Vance stepped to the other side.

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  “I should have never gone to Paris,” LaTreace sighed as she slid off her bar stool, her purse tucked under her arm.

  “It wouldn"t have mattered,” Ben offered, dropping a soft kiss on the woman"s cheek. “I told you months ago, I"ve always been a one-man kinda guy, hon.”

  “True, but a girl can dream, can"t she?” she sighed.

  “Yes, you can.” He motioned over his shoulder toward Vance. “Dreams are what kept me going while this one was playing soldier.”

  “Who was playing?” Vance raised an eyebrow in amusement.

  “Are you sure I can"t tempt you, just a little bit?” LaTreace teased Ben, her fingers tracing the edges of a button on his shirt. “We could be magic together.”

  “I belong to Vance.” Ben shook his head. “Ask him.”

  LaTreace turned her gaze toward Vance.

  “Sorry, hon.” Vance smiled. “I don"t share well.” He wrapped one arm around Ben"s waist and used the other to reach out and pat her shoulder consolingly. “But you are right about the magic. And it"s all mine.”

  “Ours, V. The magic is all ours,” Ben reminded him, his gaze holding Vance"s before he dipped his head and sealed their mouths together in a heated caress.

  Qwillia Rain

  Qwillia Rain grew up loving books. From an early age she was creating stories to go with the pictures. By high school she was penning romances for her friends and shocking them with the graphic nature of the love scenes. After leaving her home in Las Vegas, Nevada for Anchorage, Alaska, Qwillia discovered there were other authors who enjoyed throwing open the bedroom doors and exploring the darker side of human nature. She left Alaska for Billings, Montana, but the travel bug struck again.

  Currently, Qwillia resides in Raleigh, North Carolina, drawing inspiration from the history, scenery, and rich diversity of the South.

  Document Outline

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Epilogue

  Qwillia Rain

 

 

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