Book II in the Candy Series
Humiliated by his first love, Jake Remora has no intention of ever making himself vulnerable to that kind of pain again. Life is good, until Kane Sharp moves home and stirs up old memories Jake would rather forget.
Love is a fool’s game Jake Remora has no intention of ever playing again. He works hard, plays even harder, and leaves a string of easy lovers in his wake. Having his first lover move home and resurrect long-dormant emotions is the last thing he ever expected … or wanted.
Just as things reignite between the lovers, a new scandal of sexual impropriety arises. Past and present collide in a clash of rumor and speculation, jeopardizing any hope of a future the two men might build together.
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Jake Remora stormed into the antique store, Time and Again, with a scowl on his face. Bells chimed noisily overhead as he entered; the door slapped shut behind him with a loud thump.
The proprietor, Sam Goode, was a contrary asshole two clicks shy of being older than God and twice as ornery. Sam had left a message on Jake’s cell phone, claiming there were delays in the arrival of the antique French Burl armoire he’d ordered for one of his clients. Since Jake was counting on that piece to finish up a project, he was not a happy camper. He didn’t appreciate having to make excuses for why he was late finishing a job. Interior Design by Jake was his baby; he couldn’t allow someone to fuck with its reputation. Heads were going to roll if there wasn’t a damn good reason for the holdup.
He stomped toward the front counter, his gaze combing the small interior of the shop. Although he vaguely recalled an open sign on the front door, and the inside lights were on, not a single sign of life stirred within the building. Quiet as a grave, the air was redolent of old books and wood, lending to the tomblike atmosphere.
Undeterred, Jake reached the waist-high counter and leaned across it. “Hey, Sam! Quit hiding in the back, and get your crusty old ass out here. I need the piece I ordered.”
A door slammed, followed immediately by silence. Impatience thrummed through him as he stood upright and tapped the rounded toe of his new, chocolate-colored leather Gucci biker boots on the chipped linoleum floor. “Come on, man. I don’t have all day.” A blemish on the cuff of his white cashmere sweater caught his attention. He picked at the navy-colored stain, disgusted to see what looked like ink on his clothing.
Christ. Can’t people clean up after them-fucking-selves? The sound of footsteps reached Jake’s ears. He looked up, expecting to see Sam coming through the door in his trademark overalls and red flannel shirt. Instead, a young blond wearing a black T-shirt and ragged jeans pushed through the swinging door. Judging by the lack of lines around the man’s wide blue eyes and a hint of light brown stubble on the lower half of his round face, Jake guessed him to be in his early twenties.
“I’m sorry you had to wait. It seems like no one ever comes in until I have to take a leak.” The blond grinned, and sweet, little dimples appeared on either side of his plump, pink lips. “What can I do for you?”
Drop to your knees and open wide, was on the tip of Jake’s tongue. “I wasn’t waiting long.” He thrust his hand across the counter. “I’m Jake. And you are?”
The young man maintained eye contact as he took Jake’s hand in his own and gave it a firm shake. The rough pads of his fingers lingered as he slowly pulled away. “I’m Jimmy, Sam’s grandson. Pops had to leave early today — he had a doctor appointment — but I can help you with whatever you need.”
I’m sure you can. “I need to check on the status of an order I placed a while back for an armoire.” Suddenly, throwing a bitch-fit didn’t seem quite so urgent. After all, it wasn’t as if a few choice words would make the piece of furniture appear any faster.
“Um, okay. I’m afraid Pops doesn’t believe in updating the store for the twenty-first century, so he doesn’t have a computer that lists his inventory. If you can describe it though, I could go into the back and take a look around for you. See if it’s in.”
“Or, better yet,” Jake interrupted, “I could just come back with you. We could both look for it.” And see what comes up in the interim. “That would be easier than describing the armoire. Quicker, too.”
Jimmy cast a glance back at the storeroom and then at Jake. He blushed. “I’m not so sure about that. Pops doesn’t like for anyone to mess around with his things.”
“I wouldn’t have to touch anything, unless you want me to.” Jake met Jimmy’s gaze, held it, and licked his lips suggestively, testing the waters. He could be way off base, but the curious gleam in Jimmy’s eyes spoke of more than casual interest. The blushing was cute, and a dead giveaway that the other man was interested. “No one has to find out about anything that happens while Sam’s out.” The old man would shit a cookie if he found out his grandson was batting for Jake’s team. Homophobic jackass.
Jimmy blinked. A flush crept up his neck and steadily spread across his cheeks. “I…um…”
“I’m really good at keeping secrets, Jimmy.”
Straight white teeth bit into the plump center of Jimmy’s lower lip. He nodded. “Follow me.” He turned and walked through the door. Jake followed, his dick swelling to attention as his gaze locked on the prize snuggled beneath faded denim.
Jimmy had a fabulous ass: high and tight, like two firm peaches. The analogy made him wonder if Jimmy’s cheeks would be covered in fuzz or bare. He always preferred to fuck a smooth ass, but he wasn’t choosy. As long as it was attached to a healthy, attractive man, he was a game. Living in a town full of horny college students certainly had its perks, and he wasn’t above indulging himself in whatever he could get his hands on. It wouldn’t be surprising if he enjoyed watching Ashley Emma playing with her pussy on a Monday night. At least, Jake did.
Jake waited until the door swung shut behind them before he pounced. He crowded Jimmy against the wall, cupped his jaw in one hand, and moved in for a kiss. He’d no more than pressed their lips together when Jimmy pushed against his chest.
“Stop. Nothing personal, but I don’t kiss.”
“Okay. Whatever.” Jake felt a little puckish as he spun Jimmy around to face the wall. If the kid didn’t want to kiss, who was he to force it on him? They’d just skip the pleasantries and get right down to it.
He buried his face in the curve of Jimmy’s throat and licked a long path from the base of his neck up to the meaty lobe of his ear. Mmm…salty. Jimmy smelled of soap, wood, and light hint of sweat — musky and damn near perfect. If there was a better scent in the world, Jake would have been hard-pressed to think of one.
“Don’t leave a mark,” Jimmy whispered, grinding his ass back against the front of Jake’s slacks.
“I won’t.” Jake reached around Jimmy, intent on ridding the younger man of his excess clothing, and found Jimmy’s fly already open. He peeked over the other man’s shoulder and saw a well-proportioned cock, cut and a little on the thin side, jutting above the waistband of plain tighty whiteys. Jimmy grasped the base of his narrow shaft and worked it up and down.
Jimmy shot a sultry look over his shoulder. “Like it?”
“You’ll do.” Jake gave him a wink, grabbed the sides of Jimmy’s pants, and tugged them and his underwear down in one fell swoop. The pert ass he revealed — the cheeks so firm and tight they clung together and hid the valley between — was almost enough to bring him to his knees.
“Nice,” he commented, his hands already at the clasp of his slacks. Locked inside its cloth cage, Jake’s prick was more than ready to be set free.
Jake hastily pulled a condom and pillow pack of lube from his right front pocket, while his other hand worked the release on his pants. He unzipped and tugged his dick and balls out, letting the heavy weight of his sac rest atop the elastic band of his boxer briefs. He shoved his bare dick in the furrow between Jimmy’s taut cheeks, relishing the immense heat pouring from the other man’s skin as he rubbed against him. “Want me?” God knew he was about to burst he was so ready to bury himself inside the other man. Jimmy was hot for it, and just his type — easy.
“God, yes.” Jimmy pressed his ass back into Jake’s crotch and ground against him. “Do it. Fuck me.”
Go me, Jake thought, as he backed, allowing himself enough room to work with the condom. I’ve barely touched him, and he’s already reduced to two-word sentences.
With steady hands, he rolled the condom down over his shaft and secured it at the base. He tore the lube packet open and squeezed out half its contents into his palm, smearing the slick goo over his dick. He enjoyed the feel of his hand around his stiff prick for half a second before the lure of burying himself balls deep inside the tempting ass in front of him regained prominence.
“Spread your ass for me,” Jake demanded, wringing the last of the lube into his cupped hand.
Jimmy’s forehead and shoulder thumped the wall as he pulled his cheeks apart, four thick fingers framing the tender pink skin of his crease. “Like this?”
“Perfect.” Jake groaned, his gaze locked on the rosette of Jimmy’s anus and the sparse whirl of light brown hair surrounding the crinkled pucker. “Fuck. I love your ass,” he murmured then worked the remaining lube over and into the tight little hole with one finger. Too impatient to use much finesse, he quickly added another. Slick heat gripped his fingers and squeezed, giving his dick a preview of how damn tight it would be once he got inside the other man’s passage. He gave his fingers a twist, searching…
“Shit.” Jimmy moaned and jerked, riding Jake’s fingers. “Quit teasing, man. Fuck me.”
“Never let it be said that I left a man wanting.” Jake pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch and lined up his prick. His pulse skipped a beat, taking in the way the broad head of his cock loomed over Jimmy’s tiny hole, ready to split it open. He pushed all the way in with one steady shove, watching as his cock disappeared, inch by slow, pleasurable inch.
God, that was hot.
He grunted as sweet pressure sucked at his shaft like a hungry mouth, and pressed up against the other man’s broad back. “Damn, you’re tight.” Kissing the sensitive dip under Jimmy’s ear, he asked, “Feel good?”
“Yeah. Move. Give it to me.”
“You got it.” Jake got a good grip on Jimmy’s narrow waist and held on as he inched his hips backward until the flared rim of his cock stopped him. Jimmy’s asshole also resisted his effort to disengage their bodies. He lunged back inside, hard and fast, and then did it again, setting a violent pace that made his dick ache and his balls bounce. Jimmy worked with him, pushing back into every thrust and whimpering for more. Jake’s dick felt like it was being crushed inside the tight inferno. Fuck, it felt good. He rolled his hips and propelled his dick in and out, over and again, and chased the orgasm hovering just out of reach.
“Christ.” Jimmy bucked, the walls of his ass undulating around Jake’s shaft. One of Jimmy’s hands slammed into the wall and fisted against the drywall, bracing his weight, as the other sped up along his cock and jerked it in short, rough yanks. “Right there, man. Harder.”
Making a mental note of where “right there” was, Jake made it his personal goal to pound the shit out of that spot. He kept at it, working Jimmy’s ass for all the sensation he could get. Perspiration beaded on his face and neck, his sweater growing damp. He powered in and out, his lungs bellowing as he moved faster, putting everything he had into each thrust.
His balls began to burn and lift, pressure building inside him. “God,” Jake whispered. “I’m close. Gonna come.” Leaving one hand on Jimmy’s hip for leverage, Jake reached around Jimmy with the other and latched onto his slender, upthrust cock with a firm grip. They tugged together in long, full strokes.
Jake panted, so close to coming, but determined to hold off until he felt the other man climax first. Just when he didn’t think he was going to make it — his balls felt like they were trying to crawl inside his groin, and his dick swollen passed the point of no return — Jimmy’s ass clenched around his cock. Contractions squeezed his shaft in time with the slick pulses of fluid spurting over his hand.
Thank fuck. Jake closed his eyes, his mind drained of everything but the need to come, and shoved home. He bucked, jerking as the first wave of release rushed over him, and let his load fly inside the snug grip of the condom.
Jake was the first to recover. He eased out of Jimmy’s ass — the other man’s whimper almost enough to tempt him into asking for a second go-round — and pulled himself together. “You okay?”
Jimmy didn’t budge from where he leaned against the wall, panting. “Yeah. I’m good. Thanks.”
Okay. Jake divested himself of the used condom, wrinkling his nose at the mess, and tied it off. He left his wet dick hanging out of his slacks. “Uh, is there a bathroom back here I can use?”
“Sure.” Jimmy waved toward the left. “Just, um, flush it, okay? I don’t want anyone to see it.”
Jake was a little unnerved by the way the guy refused to look at him, but it wasn’t the first time he’d slept with someone who didn’t want to talk afterward. It probably wouldn’t be the last. Hit-it-and-quit-it sex was prevalent for a reason, even if this encounter wasn’t quite of the anonymous variety.
He toddled into the bathroom and cleaned up. When he came out, Jimmy was nowhere to be seen. Jake thought about looking for him, just to see if he was okay, but figured what the hell. Jimmy was a big boy, and Jake hadn’t been all that rough with him. If the dude had wanted to face him, he wouldn’t have disappeared.
Jake walked out of the shop into the brisk, spring sunshine and headed for his truck. He may not have gotten the armoire he went in for, but the recompense had been damn fine.
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