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

Parker scoffed at such a notion. “Don’t tell me you’re the honorable type? You really believe in foolish things like monogamy and truth?”

“You make it sound like there’s something dishonorable about honesty.”

“It just surprises me, you being so trustworthy when you’re boyfriend is nothing better than Wonderland’s biggest slut.”

“Shut up about, Rich, okay? He’s none of your business.”

Parker moved in closer to Marc, the shadow of his thick, muscular body absorbing the space between them. “Hit a nerve, didn’t I? Tell you what, why not meet me tonight at Number Two, it’ll be well worth your while. Rich has already had his way with half of Eldon Court, but there’s one guy he won’t ever succeed with. But, for you, oh, I’m all yours.”

Parker grinned. “And you’ll love every inch of it…I mean, every second.”

Marc said nothing, suddenly he couldn’t. The tension between them was palpable. He could feel the hair of Parker’s chest brushing against his arm, noticed too the thick bulge in the guy’s running shorts. He felt his own cock harden, and for a second all he wanted to do was reach out and follow the hairy trail down his belly and reveal the true girth of the man’s cock. At last, though, he swallowed hard, pain erupting in his throat.

“I think you’d better leave.”

“Think about it, Marc. You know you want me. Think of the message you’ll be sending Rich. If he can fuck around, so can you. The fact that you’re being screwed by the first man he was ever with, it’ll drive him crazy. Isn’t that what you want? For Rich to look at you again, to want you and only you?”

Parker leaned down and planted a heated kiss on Marc’s mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside. Surprise kept Marc from immediately pushing away, but at last he did, or tried to. As he placed his hands on Parker’s chest to resist him, his fingers instead stroked the coarse pelt. My God, it feels wonderful. He knew he had a thing for hairy guys and Parker was that and more…He wanted sex now, this very second, and he wanted it from this sexy creature who knew just what to say, how to move, how to kiss.

And suddenly it was over as Parker pulled away. He wiped at his mouth.

“I knew you wanted it, and you’ll continue to want it. In fact, it’s all you’ll be able to think about,” he said. “And I believe in keeping my promise. You and me, later tonight, Number Two Eldon Court.”

“And just what do you expect to me to tell Rich?”

“Tell him you’re going for a jog, like always,” Parker said, “and, as a favor I’ll keep the windows closed, we wouldn’t want our neighbors to hear us, now, would we? Cause I gotta tell you, you’re going to be screaming wildly when my thick cock plows you.”

Marc watched as their new nemesis retreated down the beach, his sexy figure fading against the horizon. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, not just Parker’s advances and his offer, but Marc’s own violent response; his knees wobbled from weakness. He’d hadn’t ached so desperately for sex—pure, un-adulterated sex, all animal aggression and passion threatening to boil over—since they’d moved to Wonderland.

Rich’s cheating ways had spoiled their homecoming. Here was desire lighting his body with fire, and he was ready to be taken; he was ready to be devoured.

He looked at his watch. Six ten. In little more than three hours he could be lying on his back with that sexy beast above him, thrusting and thrusting at his ass, pounding him till they both came in loads. The image of Parker’s heaving, hairy body atop him flooded his mind. Marc’s body tightened and then his cock exploded suddenly, unexpectedly. Geez, he thought, I just came in my shorts like some fourteen year old getting his first look at a naked man’s body.

And right then he knew that resistance, as they say, was futile.

He would meet with Parker. And he would let him fuck him all night. And if Rich found out, there was nothing he could say about it.

Surely Marc had earned it. Surely Rich deserved it. Wonderland be damned, it was just a street, a house. The life they shared together, wasn’t it really just a big joke? Hadn’t Rich made a fool of him for years, first in New York and now within the confining façade of a place ironically called Wonderland?

It’s not like Rich had told him where he was all afternoon.

In Marc’s mind, Rich was fucking one of his neighbors.

Hell, two could play at that game.

Marc Anderson felt a harsh breeze come off the ocean and he shivered as his skin went all goose-bumps. A shift had occurred, deep inside him. He was taking charge, wasn’t that what he’d just been thinking about?

Perhaps he had to think about his future, one where Marc came first.

Hell, with a sexy beast like Parker St. John, Marc imagined himself coming first and often.

Clouds had moved in by nighttime, hiding the moon and encasing Eldon Court in darkness. Still, a lone light shone, beckoning him, welcoming him...

He knew he should turn back.

But instead, he padded lightly up the front porch steps, careful not to make a sound and alert his neighbors to this clandestine meeting. At the door to Number Two, Marc Anderson considered whether to knock, ring the bell or…just then he noticed that not only was the door unlocked, it was slightly ajar. He was expected and apparently he was to let himself in.

That Parker was a sly one; he knew how and when not to attract attention.

Marc pushed the door open, stepped into the musky scented home.

Parker was nowhere to be seen, and the house was eerily quiet. Candlelight in the foyer served as the only light inside the house.

Given the intrigue surrounding the battle over Wonderland

Palaces, Marc had to think that maybe this was a trap and he was easily falling prey to it. Was this—like Rich being forced to have sex with