Heat Stroke (Beach Kingdom, #2)(64)

Marcus’s focused on his breathing and held back his release, using his mouth on Jamie’s neck, dropping his hand to Jamie’s thick cock, stroking him loose and fast, the way he liked it.

“Come for me, I love you, come for me,” Marcus rambled brokenly, his loins protesting the delay, his inner thighs spasming, his hips pistoning faster, harder, unable to stop. The desk scraped across the floor and wedged up against the wall and Marcus didn’t miss a thrust, practically climbing on top of Jamie to get deep as possible, fucking down into Jamie’s tight entrance from above. Again again again. “You want to keep my dick in a cage, fine. Do it. Lock me up. Just let me have this ass every fucking day. Say it’s mine again.”

“It’s yours!” Jamie shouted, his voice breaking as he hit his peak, his body jerking and shuddering underneath Marcus, driving him out of his mind and past the breaking point.

Black spots danced in front of Marcus’s eyes and euphoria battered him like a boat against the rocks, robbing him of every sense besides touch. He couldn’t see or hear or do a goddamn thing but pump the pressure that had been torturing him into the man who created it every moment of the day. Just by existing. And as the frustrated weight in his lower body eased, eased, eased, the ever-present ache in his chest became more noticeable. It beat in his ears, his fingertips. It echoed throughout his whole body “Jamie, I love you. I love you so much.”

Jamie turned face up and they breathed into each other’s mouths for a moment. The future was written in his fiancé’s eyes. Bold and big and happy. Real. Forever. “I was going to say you can keep my heart in a cage. But the truth is, I think it was in a cage before. Before I let myself love you,” Jamie said, his throat working. “You turned the key and let it out. Now it feels…like it has so much more room to beat. Like it could keep growing forever because you’re around to fill it up.”

Marcus swallowed hard but couldn’t quite clear the crowded feeling from his throat. He made a mental note to get on his knees later and thank God for sending him Jamie. For making him the kind of man who could make this incredible person happy. Thank God, thank God, thank God. “So…” Marcus brought their mouths together for a thorough kiss. “Next week?”

“That’s right,” Jamie said, his gaze roaming over Marcus’s face. “Next week, we’ll become Mr. and Mr. Diesel.”

Marcus laughed into Jamie’s shoulder, his heart so full it could explode. “When we’re married, I automatically get the chair next to yours on the beach, right?”

“Every time.” His fiancé’s nod was jerky. “We’ll write it into the vows.”

Marcus grinned. “Thanks, Jamie.”

Eyes suddenly serious, Jamie clasped the sides of Marcus’s face and pulled him down into a hard kiss. “I love you, Marcus O’Shaughnessy.”

It took a moment to gather himself. “I love you back, Jamie Prince.”

THE END





Acknowledgments





There’s something so romantic about a boardwalk. It seems like it goes on forever, doesn’t it? All different kinds of people roam the planks. When you lean up against the rail and look out at the ocean, you can be anyone. A woman on the run, a barmaid waiting for her sea captain lover to return. So many possibilities. I took my daughter to Long Beach one afternoon last summer and the energy there really captured me—and that very same day, there was a real, live rescue! Lifeguards and whistles and sirens. The whole shebang.

That’s where my fascination with lifeguards took on new life. What do these young, tan people get up to after hours, hmm? The rest is history. Almost. There’s one more book.

Thank you to my family for putting up with my highs and lows.

Thank you to Eagle at Aquila Editing for your sensitivity, humor and expertise.

Thank you to Juliana at Jersey Girl Designs for my lovely cover.

Thank you to Ratna Okhai for letting me consult her about Indian culture for Jiya’s sake—and thank you as well to Dulcy, for introducing us. Waffle House for life.

Stay tuned for Andrew and Jiya.





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MOUTH TO MOUTH

The Beach Kingdom Series

Book One

By Tessa Bailey





CHAPTER ONE



God, I fucking hate summer.

Rory Prince shoved the ice pack against his throbbing eye and tried unsuccessfully to tune out the offensive early morning kitchen sounds. The scratching of his oldest brother’s pencil across the table might as well have been an air horn pressed directly to the center of his forehead—and was way too efficient for nine a.m.

“Do you mind?” Rory muttered. “I’m in recovery mode.”

“When are you not?” Andrew didn’t even bother to look up from the two clipboards on which he seemed determined to make endless notations. “It’s Memorial Day weekend and I have two schedules to organize. Sorry I can’t accommodate your hangover.” His pencil flew from one set of grids to another. “Where did the black eye come from?”

“Yes, I thought you only gave those out,” Rory’s other brother, Jamie, said from behind his raised, open book. “Who got the drop on you?”