Cherish
Ann Mayburn
What started out as a one night stand has turned into the
best decision of Sam’s life after he marries the formerly straight man of his dreams, Cody. When his new husband tells Sam he has a special surprise for him on their honeymoon Sam can’t help but wonder what he has in store for him. Secluded from the rest of the world in the cabin they built together in the mountains surrounding Las Vegas, the two men begin their life together with plenty of passion and love.
About the Author:
Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened. From a young age she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.
Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.
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PG rated Excerpt:
The big engine of the quad-cab truck thrummed and Sam relaxed back into the comfort of the passenger seat as Cody down shifted into second gear. They drove deeper into the Humboldt-Toiyabe National Forest outside of Las Vegas, and the steep road narrowed down to one lane. An old rock ballad played from the radio, and Cody leaned over to turn it up, humming along with the song. Sam wanted to open his window to let in some of the fresh air, but the truck threw up clouds of dust as they drove along the gravel road. Not that he minded. The dust caught the late afternoon sunlight shinning through the juniper and spruce trees that surrounded them on all sides and turned it into gold.
As beautiful as the forest was, nothing kept his gaze from the blond man beside him. He turned in his seat and eyed the new steel and gold ring on Cody’s work-roughened hand. He’d placed the band there less than ten hours ago in a small ceremony back home in Vegas. Cody sang along with the radio, his golden beard catching the light. The low timbre of his voice warmed Sam from the inside out and he thanked his lucky stars that he’d found his mate.
If someone had told him two years earlier that he’d be on his honeymoon with the handsome construction foreman, he would have laughed his ass off. Everyone knew Cody loved women and women adored him, so they’d had been stunned when it became public knowledge that he and Sam were dating. Cody liked to say that his love for his boyfriend went beyond rules, beyond any easy explanations. They were simply meant to be.
Without taking his eyes from the road, Cody reached out and grabbed his hand, running his thumb over Sam’s calloused palm. “Did you remember to pack the towels?”
“Yep. And the washcloths.”
“Good, I don’t want to have to dry myself off with those ridiculously expensive sheets of yours again.”
He clenched his teeth at the memory of finding his then-fiancé drying off with a fitted sheet after a hard day of working on their cabin together. “Those were thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets that I picked out just for our cabin!”
“A thousand threads, huh? Well they didn’t absorb water worth shit.” He stole a glance at him, barely hiding a smile. “And why do they gotta be Egyptian cotton? What’s wrong with American cotton?”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. Cody enjoyed making fun of the stereotype that all construction workers were ignorant rednecks. He’d helped Sam pick the sheets out, spending hours together selecting just the right colors for the bedroom of their dream vacation home.
The truck hit a hole in the road and Sam’s head thumped against the window. “Ow!”
“Sorry ‘bout that,” the blonde man said and gave him a wink. “You just look so damned good. I can’t keep my eyes on the road.”
He snorted, but his heart warmed and he lifted their linked hands to his mouth, sucking on the tip of the Cody’s thumb. “Well we can’t have that. I’d hate to have our honeymoon end with a fiery crash down the side of the mountain.” He laved the tip with his tongue before pulling it out with a pop. “Yep, you really should pay attention to your driving.”
He shifted in the driver seat and tried to subtly adjust his bulge. “You’re not helping.”
Sam glanced out the windshield, as familiar with the winding road to their cabin as his own backyard. Heck, he should be. They’d made over four dozen trips up and down the mountain as they built their log cabin on the edge of the National Park. Their ultimate mountain retreat was almost complete, and he couldn’t think of any place he’d rather spend his honeymoon than surrounded by the solitude of the wilderness and Cody.
X rated Excerpt:
Sam glanced out the windshield, as familiar with the winding road to their cabin as his own backyard. Heck, he should be. They’d made over four dozen trips up and down the mountain as they built their log cabin on the edge of the National Park. Their ultimate mountain retreat was almost complete, and he couldn’t think of any place he’d rather spend his honeymoon than surrounded by the solitude of the wilderness and Cody.
The big truck easily navigated the final stretch of road before they reached their destination. Anticipation hummed through Sam and his cock twitched to life. Cody wore a white T-shirt that stretched over his thick muscles, and a pair of silky jogging shorts. Perfect for what he had in mind.
He leaned over and kissed the side of his neck. “Move your seat back a couple inches.”
“What?”
Sam grinned and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Look, I don’t want the steering wheel embedded in my skull. Move your seat back.”
He did as he asked then gripped the steering wheel with both hands until his knuckles turned white. “Just let me pull over.”
“Nope.” He hummed deep in his throat at the erection tenting the other man’s shorts. “Keep driving. You stop driving, I stop sucking.”
“Sam, this is a really bad—”
He stretched to lower his head and capture the thick rim of Cody’s cloth-covered prick between his lips, effectively cutting off his partner’s words. It had been two weeks since they’d had any kind of sexual contact and the need for release tightened his balls. He tugged at the waistband. “Look, you’re the one who wanted to take a break before our wedding so our honeymoon would be special. Well, it’s our honeymoon and this is special.”
In a gruff, strained voice, Cody said, “I’m going to hit a pot hole and you’re going to bite my dick off.”
Sam chuckled. “Lift your ass off the seat.” With some maneuvering, he managed to get the shorts down enough so that Cody’s hard sex sprang free. Saliva filled Sam’s mouth at the sight of the hard male flesh. He grasped the base of the thick penis, noting with delight that Cody had shaved his balls. “Well, well, what do we have here?” The shaft jumped in his fist and he ever so slowly licked from the base to the tip, pausing to suck at the little slit.
Cody’s thigh muscles tensed and he spread his legs as much as his shorts bunched around his thighs allowed. Sam’s own cock pulsed behind the tough fabric of his jeans, but he ignored his needs. Taking control of his partner’s pleasure always turned him on. They drove down the road in plain sight of anyone passing by and there was something deliciously forbidden about blowing him in broad daylight. True, the only things around here with a heartbeat were animals, but he still liked that edge of the forbidden.
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