Desperate Lovers by Adam Carpenter (good beach reads TXT) 📕

Fortunately, this small gesture had apparently fooled Parker St. John, who promised to “be in touch.”

Then the day came when all of Eldon Court learned of the scheme to convert their quiet little neighborhood into Wonderland Palaces. Caught technically somewhere in the middle, Edgar had remained mostly quiet about Parker St. John and what he had already learned. Things were about to reach a crescendo and Edgar realized that it was time to take a stand…to choose sides, something that he had no question about.

Edgar shut down his computer and stowed the disc containing his manuscript in the file cabinet, which he locked. No, there was no way they were ever leaving this house, not if Edgar Newcastle could help it. Lost in thought, he didn’t even hear his partner, Jack, knock on the door frame outside the study.

Jack silently watched Edgar for a moment. They had been together for almost twenty years—seventeen, to be exact—and Jack could read

Edgar like a book. He knew that Edgar was still stewing over the town meeting but there was something else going on, something that Jack couldn’t quite put his finger on…

Jack knocked on the doorframe again.

“Eddy?” he said, “Are you okay?”

Edgar looked up, startled, and then smiled at his partner.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, approaching Jack. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” Jack replied, kissing Edgar on the lips. “You’re going to stare a hole in that laptop if you’re not careful.”

Edgar had no choice but to laugh at himself.

“Are you still upset over that meeting?” asked Jack. He tenderly brushed the hair from Edgar’s forehead.

“Of course,” Edgar replied. “Our homes are at stake…and I don’t know what we can do about it.”

“LeeAnn’s the board’s chair,” Jack said. “She won’t let us lose our homes. Besides, Wonderland has a wonderful history of keeping out corporations.”

Jack was right, of course. But Edgar wasn’t worried about LeeAnn or anybody else on the city council. What he was worried about was the mystery that he himself had only begun to solve, a mystery that began almost all the way back to the creation of Wonderland. And Edgar was in deep, so deep that he was basically playing both sides, knowing nobody would look favorably on a turncoat. Not that his loyalties didn’t lie with Eldon Court and its residents—they most certainly did. But, as any good journalist knows, sometimes it’s necessary to dance with the devil in order to get what you need. If Danvers Converse believed Edgar was his spy on Eldon Court, so be it. Edgar was certain of his loyalties, and, if it came down to it, he would deal with the consequences of his actions later. So why hadn’t Converse called him out during the meeting? Edgar couldn’t be sure but had a sneaking suspicion that he would be called to pay dearly soon.

“I know what will relax you,” said Jack, smiling knowingly.

Edgar smiled at his partner. Jack Fish, whom Edgar had met seventeen years earlier when they’d both lived in San Francisco, was still a very attractive man. Thanks to the yoga he practiced—and taught at the King of Hearts Yoga Studio in Down Wonder—Jack had managed to keep his body in excellent shape, and as a result, his body resembled that of a much younger man. Edgar leaned over and kissed Jack.

“In a minute,” said Edgar. “I’ve got something I need to finish up first.”

Jack sighed, resignedly. Was there ever a time when Edgar didn’t have to “finish something?”

“I’ll be the naked one downstairs,” he said with a wink. “Come and find me when you’re done. Then you can finish me.”

Edgar knew from experience that Jack wasn’t joking. When he emerged from his study, he knew that he would find Jack, butt-naked, on the sofa. The thought gave him an erection, and he considered his work for a moment. His growing erection was a stronger magnet than anything in his study, however, and so Edgar descended the stairs, hot on Jack’s heels.

Sure enough, Jack was pulling off his workout shorts as Edgar entered the living room.

“I thought that you had more work to do,” he said, coyly. As his shorts fell to his ankles, his large, uncut erection pointed in Edgar’s direction.

“Some things are more important than work,” replied Edgar. He approached Jack and kissed him deeply on the mouth.

“What’s this?” asked Jack, as he pulled back, rubbing Edgar’s enormous boner through the fabric of his khaki pants. “Somebody likes what he sees.”

Without replying, Edgar pulled off the tee shirt that Jack was wearing and rubbed his muscular chest. Jack had been working very hard to lose and extra few pounds that he had inexplicably put on, and his progress was evident. Edgar licked at Jack’s exposed nipples, something he knew would drive his partner crazy. As he sucked at Jack’s nipples, he grasped Jack’s stiff cock tightly in his hand. Jack, in turn, worked frantically at Edgar’s buttons, eventually managing to remove his white buttondown. He then turned his attention to Edgar’s pants, wrestling off the belt and unbuttoning and unzipping the offending slacks. Edgar stopped playing with Jack’s nipples and stepped out of his pants, leaving them in a heap on the living room floor. The head of his swollen cock was already moist with pre-come.

“Yummy,” said Jack, who dropped to his knees and began licking up the clear fluid.

“Oh, fuck,” moaned Edgar. “Yeah, lick the head baby.”

Jack continued licking and sucking, concentrating solely on the head of his lover’s cock. The sensation left Edgar nearly breathless, and he felt that if Jack did that any longer, he would blow his load right there.

Edgar placed his hand on the back of Jack’s head and forced the entire length of his cock down his throat.

“Yeah, suck it, baby,” Edgar hissed through his teeth. “Suck that fat cock.”

Jack expertly worked on the large tool in his mouth, using his throat and tongue to milk Edgar’s erection. On his knees, he hesitantly stroked his own boner, not wanting to get off too fast. What he wanted, what he needed, was to feel that fat dick in his ass.

Suddenly, as if