#MySexySaturday {30}: Yesterday's Secrets with Evelise Archer (WIP)

Hey all, once again it's time for some sexy Saturday shenanigans with seven words, sentences or paragraphs from either a work in progress or a published work. And of course, I'm up to my usual naughtiness with my partner in crime, Evelise Archer. We've been laboring away on Yesterday's Secrets between our own edits and lo and behold...we're just shy of kissing the 8K mark...so it's coming right along.  With that beings said, last week we gave you a sneak-peek at the delicious Marik, so this week we're going to showcase Keegan instead. (And believe me...you're gonna want to stop by Evelise's blog - I peeked and what she's posting is damned hot!) So be sure to stop by her blog and the rest of the contributors this week. We may just heat up your Saturday.

This is the inspiration for my Keegan.
Meet the yummy Theo Theodoridis

My Sexy Seven: 

(Set-up: Keegan has just arrived in Key West and is waiting for his ride at the airport)

After backing up to stand under the cool shade of the awning, he inhaled. Taking the salt air deep into his lungs, he felt a twinge of homesickness. Even though it was a bit different than back home, he definitely missed having the ocean so close he could taste it. He rolled his shoulders before letting his bag settle on the bench next to the sliding glass doors and once more scanned the wave of yellow taxis and pink hybrids? He'd never seen a taxi that color before. 

“Mr. Gautier!” 

Keegan pivoted at the husky alto, expecting to see a woman but instead found himself face to face with a very sexy little twink wearing scuffed deck shoes, cargo shorts and unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. With dark spiked hair and small silver gauges in his ears, the guy was definitely not a woman. The flash of his dark tan and rippled abs as he skidded to a stop in front of him only reconfirmed it. Blood pooled in his groin and low hiss escaped Keegan. Was this what Chloe had hoped for when she’d demanded that he explore? She'd wanted to expose him to sexy men?

“Are you Mr. Gautier?” The man looked up at him, slightly out of breath. His dark eyes were highlighted by guy-liner. Keegan only got a glimpse of them, before they darted back down to the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. “You look like him. Or at least as close as your sexy yumminess can come to this crappy Xerox they gave me.” He flashed the photocopy at him – a copy of what looked like his driver’s license photo. 

Keegan wasn’t sure what to say when his dick hardened even further. Was it because of guy’s shameless flirting or the sudden wind that parted the man’s shirt? The latter exposed the man’s well-defined chest and dark nipples with just a hint of hair that trailed south until it disappeared beneath his waist band. The urge to follow it with not only his fingers but his mouth as well coursed through him. “Ah…” 

The man stepped closer. “You are Miss Chloe’s friend, right?” 

Taken back slightly at the flamboyant persona of the guy and his own unexpected lust, he swallowed hard. He'd been in the Keys for less than twenty minutes and he was already popping a hard-on. As the man continued to look at him expectantly, he finally to push aside his desire and croaked out a yes.

December 2013 ©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

#MySexySaturday {29}: Yesterday's Secrets with Evelise Archer (WIP-adult)

Once again it's time to do the My Sexy Saturday dance.  This week I'm bringing to you a snippet out of the first chapter of a new and exciting project I'm doing with fellow MySexySaturday author, Evelise Archer.  For the past several weeks, we've been plotting a gay "second chance at love" story with an exotic background.  We knew we wanted it to be set in Key West and of course...being buried under the recent snow...who wouldn't want a chance to go frolic on the sandy beaches and in the warm waters? I know I would.    

Anyway, after some serious brain storming we came up with two absolutely delicious characters.  Mine was the Cajun boy who went east to go to college and found a whole new world of opportunities. I just love Keegan so far - even if the stubborn man is lying to himself....a lot.   Yesterday's Secrets starts out just before he graduates from Temple University...and is at the crossroads of his life.  Does he take the tried and true path or risk it all on the less traveled path?  Only time will tell...but for now please enjoy the first seven paragraphs of Chapter One with my blessing.   And don't forget to hop around to the other blogs...especially Evelise's...from my understanding...she is being kind enough to post seven from chapter two...lucky you!

The Sexy Marik that Keegan wants

Sexy Seven Paragraphs from Chapter One of Yesterday's Secrets (adult)

"Mon dieu." Keegan Gautier hissed as he emptied his cock into the moaning woman beneath him. His head hung between his outstretched arms. Once again, unbidden a certain male ass had intruded at the most inappropriate moment. Taunt and tight, flexing beneath exercise shorts as he jogged, Marik Jette's ass was something to write home about. It almost made him wish it was the recipient of his cum instead. 

"Keegan...please. I'm almost there," Chloe gasped, her blue eyes seeking his as her nails raked gouges down his back, dragging his attention back to her. 

The erotic sting sent a weak spurt of renewed desire through him. Grinding against her, he slipped his thumb between their bodies. Finding her clit, he strummed the little nubbin, sighing in relief as he felt the ripple of her pussy around him. "There you go, mon bébé. Come for me." 

Moments later a shrill scream escaped his fiancée as she climaxed. Riding out her pleasure, he waited for it to ebb before catching his weight on his elbows. His head dropped down to rest on her shoulder. The scent of vanilla bean teased his nose. Even after making love the smell of her fancy Bath and Body Works lotion perfumed the air. There were days he swore he'd have stray dogs trailing after him because he smelled like a giant cookie. 

Before unjoining their bodies, he caught the top of the condom. Rolling to the edge of the bed, he slipped off the used prophylactic and tied a knot in the end of it. Then after tossing it into the trash can, he made his way into the bathroom. After washing his hands in the sink, he dampened a clean washcloth with warm water. Time for aftercare. No matter how tired or how restless, he always tended Chloe. A true lover cared for his partner even after the pleasure was over. The thought had been drilled in his head since he'd figured out that the appendage between his legs was for more than pissing. 

Glancing up at his reflection in the mirror, he stuck his tongue out. He wasn't sure what Chloe saw in him. Sure he was attractive enough with his sun-streaked brown hair and amber eyes. He kept fit with his job at the lumber yard, and the countless hours of marching with the Temple University Marching Band. However, at times like these he wondered if Chloe was settling with their relationship. It was safe, even fun at times, but never would he claim it was a grand passion. But he'd convinced himself that didn't matter. As long as she was happy, they would be together. They both needed a supportive partner as they began their careers as physical therapists. One who had similar interests and would understand the demands their jobs would place on them. And he could only hope that they'd continue to find that in each other. 

But standing in the bathroom, naked and shivering in the cool air coming off the air-conditioning, he felt guilt at the final moments. "Damn it, it's been almost four years. Get him out of your fuckin' head, Gautier. Nothing good comes from remembering. " He twisted the tap off. Passion was all good and well, but he needed something to stand the test of time - once the flames of passion died under the cruel heel of reality.

Blurb: 

As a graduation present from his parents, Keegan Gautier gets a round trip airplane ticket to the Keys. Because of the time of year and the last minute surprise, he manages to snag a room at a resort where one of his college buddies family works - Satterfield West. He never realizes until he gets there that it's an openly gay resort. Once there he attempts to transfer the tickets to another resort in the hotel chain but can’t. Resigned to spending as little time at the hotel as possible, he goes to his room, only to bump into Marik Jette – the sexier than hell, former pledge master of “Phi Theta Kappa.” The same man who made his freshman year a living hell, all because Keegan had popped a woody at an inopportune time during a truth session. He's taken back when Marik turns out to be gay and even more surprised when Marik offers to show him what he's missing. Now Keegan is torn. Should he take what Marik is offering for the duration of his vacation or refuse? And if he does, will he be able to return home to his girl-friend? 

Now out of the closet, the last person that Marik expects to bump into at Satterfield West just before his interview at the exclusive gay resort is the young pledge who’d had been the stimulus for his self-journey to accepting his sexuality. Upon seeing Keegan, everything from his senior year rushes back. Feeling a bit ashamed but recognizing the same longing in Keegan’s gaze, he’d seen in his own, he vows to help the other man find a way to accept what should be as natural as breathing air. Offering to take Keegan under his wing for the length of Keegan's vacation - a week. Everything looks good as they start to navigate the waters of lust, trust and love, until Marik’s former frat brother, Reginald, finds out. As the owner's son, Reggie has the power to not only ruin Marik's chances of getting his coveted job but also has opportunity destroy his budding relationship with Keegan. He may have to decide which he wants more - the job or Keegan?

December 2013 ©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.