Desperate Enemies 3 by Adam Carpenter (latest ebook reader .txt) 📕

taken the urgency from their bodies. Now they leisurely kissed their way to round two. Dane looked up, mischievously, motioning to his bag.

“If you liked the flowers, you'll love the other present I brought.”

Sawyer bounced across the room and opened the zipper. “Aw, babe. It's just what I wanted.” He brought the bottle of lube to the bed. “Let me try it on.”

He applied some to his hardening dick, but not too much to eliminate all friction, and then a tiny dollop on Dane's asshole. Sawyer worked it in with his thumb, until Dane was breathing heavy. Then, satisfied his lover was ready, he pressed the tip of his curved cock into Dane's ass. Warm folds accepted the member as if it were part of his own body.

It was, Sawyer decided, exactly where he belonged. Inside his true love.

Unhurried, he pressed forward, inch by inch, until it was in to the hilt. Then Sawyer slowly, playfully, pulled all the way out to rub against the outside of Dane's hole. Once again, the cock found its way in, deeper still, and out again, teasing.

“Oh, Saws. I love it!”

“I love you.”

He lifted Dane's legs, leaving them dangling on either side of his hips and leaned forward until he was laying atop his boyfriend. Sawyer's cock twitched inside of Dane's.

“What are you doing?”

Sawyer's head rested on the mounds of Dane's chest as he began to fuck his lover with easy, methodical thrusts. “I'm listening.” He picked up tempo. “Listening to your heart.”

Tears began to leak from Dane's eyes, not because their lovemaking was painful. It was quite the opposite, in fact. No, it was just that he realized he had never been so happy, so fulfilled in all his life. “Make love to me, Sawyer.”

And he did. Not once that night, not twice, but three times before their desire was satiated and they fell fast asleep in each other's arms, exhausted.

* * * *

The next day, they quietly drove back to Wonderland as though they didn't have a care in the world. Alas, that sentiment was not to last. As they reached the driveway to their home, Diana and Michael Block greeted them. Neither of Sawyer's parents looked pleased.

It seemed Mrs. Block had learned about the sex tape on the Internet. Her born-again sensibilities fully outraged, she promptly called her ex-husband, who owned Number One Eldon Court. Michael Block had no love for the gays either. He didn't see them as an abomination; he just considered them an embarrassment to society. And now a waste to the legacy of his family.

The elder Blocks made it clear to both boys that this was an intervention. And a reclamation of the house.

“Sawyer, I'm disappointed, son.”

Sawyer stammered as he tried to explain.

His mother put her foot down. “We're going to have a long talk, mister.” Anger rose from her in almost-visible waves. “And I pray that the good Lord can see fit to forgive you.”

Dane seethed at that, but Sawyer calmed him down. “Dane, let me work this out. Give me a couple of hours, okay?” He went in to speak with his Dad.

Diana Block remained on the stoop, glowering at Dane even as abundant sunshine bathed them. Dane wasn't sure which glare was harsher. “You can pick up your belongings tomorrow. They'll be in the front yard.” Tears welled in her eyes. “How could you do that to our son?”

“How could. . . He was a willing participant!”

Mrs. Block's eye narrowed at him. “Watch yourself. Remember what happened at Sodom and Gomorrah.”

Dane countered, “The sin of Sodom and Gomorrah wasn't homosexuality. It was inhospitality. So who knows—your days may be numbered.”

Indignant, Diana Block slammed the front door in Dane's face.

It was then that his cell phone rang. Dane didn't recognize the number.

“Hello? Mr. Walters? Gerald Green here. We spoke the other week. About the photo. I wanted to say how sorry I am about your brother.” Dane stood there, feeling empty. “Well, I'm still in town if you'd still like to meet. I think it'll be worth your while.”

* * * *

They sat in the late-afternoon sun on the patio of the Bayside Hotel. Dane only knew Gerald Green, the former owner of Number One Eldon Court, from an old photo he'd found in the attic, taken some forty years prior. Clearly, time had been kind; what was once a tangle of thick black hair was now a full head of gray. Green's stature, even bent by age, was still formidable. His smile, though, was disarming.

It might have set Dane at ease were it not for the fact that he knew he'd been followed again, all the way from Eldon Court to Down Wonder and lush surroundings of the Bayside. This time, he chose to ignore the tail. For now, he focused on what Mr. Green was saying.

The old man imparted his message in clipped phrases, spoken over the table in a hushed tone. “It's easy if you think about it as a progression. Drew Saunders came here when there wasn't even an outhouse to shit in, back in the 1800s. Drew fathered Parker Saunders at the turn of the century. Who became a judge. A crooked one, from what I hear. Parker, in turn, had Nathaniel. Eventually a San Francisco circuit judge and an even bigger asshole than his dad.

“He and his wife gave birth to George Saunders in 1941. Same year I joined the army. I was only 16 at the time. Lied about my age.”

“World War II? But what does that have to—”

“Don't interrupt, sonny. I'm an old man. I'm likely to forget what I was going to say.” Dane sat back, ready to listen. “Point is, Wonderland was founded by two men who were just like you. Just like me, in fact. But back then, folks couldn't handle the idea of two men together. Wasn't acceptable. So Drew and his beau, his lover I guess you'd say, hid their affection like a shameful secret. For cover, they both married women. And