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Saturday, March 2, 2013

Dimensions: Brian and Tanner

By Whitley Gray

Content advisory: m/m sex; oral sex; profanity

Dimensions is the hottest new nightclub on the hill, a place for men to meet men...these are their stories.

I never did this.
Yet here I stood, sipping a beer, soaking up the spectacle in front of me.  Lights bounced off the sea of writhing male bodies on the dance floor, showing off physiques from out-of-shape to fitness fanatics. The air smelled of sweaty men, beer, and my long-gone nachos. The beat of the music kept time with the pounding of my heart.
Over the last few months I’d indulged in pity instead of company, sorrow instead of sex. That ended tonight. Dimensions was the new star among the venues catering to men looking to meet men. Get out, get down, get laid—that’s what my friends said.
A twink on the dance floor locked his gaze on mine and flipped dark hair out of his eyes. He licked his lips and ran his hands down his chest and over his tight jeans, framing an obvious erection. I made a show of directing my gaze elsewhere. Not my type.
The area around the bar had gotten crowded, guys yelling drink orders to bartenders dressed in jeans and tank shirts and jostled for a seat, slopping alcohol on the stretch of the bar. An elbow caught me in the ribs, and a hand reached out and grabbed my beer as it tipped.
I glanced up into gorgeous green eyes and a smile straight out of an orthodontist’s wet dream. Blond and built. Holy fuck. In a roomful of beautiful guys, this guy hit my buttons like a maestro.
He handed over the bottle. “Sorry.”
“’S okay.”
He leaned in and extended his hand, which seemed awfully formal for a place like this. “Brian.”
My fingers gripped his, and an electric awareness caught me by surprise. “Tanner Bilson.”
Damn it, I’d automatically said my last name, as if I were meeting a client. No last names—wasn’t that the cardinal hookup rule? I had no business at a place like this, pretending to fit in. Pretending I knew what I was doing, hunting up a one night stand.
“Brian Frost.” He grinned.
I grinned back. “Nice to meet you.”
“First time here?” Brian spoke over the music and gestured with his bottle to the mob-filled space.
“Um, yeah.” First time anywhere since Phil’s hasty departure for LA and a new boyfriend. I took a mouthful of beer.
For a moment, we drank and looked everywhere except at each other. The music shifted into something campier, and the dancers rearranged themselves, moving into more risqué positions. I stole a glance at Brian, a quick up and down survey. He’d dressed in snug jeans—not too tight—and a black shirt. Not exactly clubbing clothes. Closer to what I’d chosen for this excursion than the majority of the peacocks strutting around in front of us.
The twink—he of the lascivious looks—drifted over, one eyebrow raised. I shook my head and turned away.
Brian glanced down, and then gazed at me through golden lashes. “Come with anybody?”
In the low light, Brian’s cheeks darkened. “Let me rephrase. Are you here with anyone?”
A shiver went down my spine. Here we go. Was I ready to have my first hookup? “No. I’m by myself tonight.”
A shy smile unfurled along his lips. He had the kind of mouth made for kissing, a full lower lip that gave him a built-in pout. A mouth that made visions of kisses and sucking cock dance in my head. I caught myself staring at his mouth, and gulped down the rest of my beer. Way to be obvious, Bilson.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Brian’s voice carried over the music.
A virtual minefield materialized before me. Was that a come-on? A “no” would cut things off now. A “yes” meant I could at least talk to him awhile. A “yes” didn’t mean “grab the condoms and let’s get a room.”At least, I didn’t think so. I gave him a nod. “Sure.”
He raised his bottle and waved at the bartender. The man teed up two more Rolling Rocks, and Brian slid a twenty across the bar. “Keep the change.”
A generous man. Good to know. Brian and I clinked bottles and took a long drink apiece. I searched for another thread of conversation. “I take it you’re here alone.”
“Yeah.” He nodded toward the crowd. “Want to dance?”
On the dance floor, two couples vied for the crowd’s attention: a pair dressed in leather so tight it looked painted on, and the twink matched with a musclehead twice his age. The action had gone beyond grinding to X-rated. Not something I wanted to see, let alone experience. I shook my head. “Not really my scene.”
Another blush colored his face, and he blew out a breath and gave a wry smile. “Not mine either.”
So Brian wasn’t any more comfortable here than I was. He took a drink and picked at the label on his bottle in silence. It was my turn to lob the conversational ball back into his court. The first thing that came to mind was to thank him for the beer and leave. I didn’t want to leave so much as escape the stilted club conversation and get to know the real Brian. He seemed more normal than the flashy men swirling around us.
I leaned an elbow on the bar. “Hey. Would you want to go somewhere else and talk?”
Brian hesitated. “Talk? About what?”
Oh hell. Sounded like a come-on. “Just talk. Somewhere more comfortable, without all the noise and flash.”
He pursed those luscious lips and looked away. “Not sure I’m comfortable with that.”
Brian turned and leaned both elbows on the bar, gazing at the dance floor. “We just met ten minutes ago. Generally I like to get to know somebody before leaving with him.”
Well, I’d fucked that up. Either Brian thought I equated “talk” with “fuck,” or he didn’t want to limit his options for the night to me. “Right. Well, thanks for the drink.”
A muscle worked in Brian’s jaw, and he nodded.
I couldn’t stay here any longer, feeling like the class slut shut down by the captain of the football team. I did what any red-blooded gay man would do—I headed for the door. 
Outside, a gentle rain misted the air and soothed my sweaty skin, and I shivered. I’d parked a block away and left my jacket in the car. Shoving my hands in the pockets of my jeans, I put my head down and marched. The door of the club opened and spilled light and sound onto the street for a moment, and then receded. Someone yelled and got a growl in return.
Must be unfun to be tossed out of Dimensions. Their bouncers were the biggest in town. Maybe I’d stop for takeout on the way home, drown my sorrows in chicken Lo Mein. The rain picked up, and I picked up the pace.
“Hey,” someone yelled. Footsteps pounded up behind me, and I swung around to defend myself.
I got an eyeful of Brian jogging toward me. “Tanner, hold up.”
Now what? I crossed my arms and waited.
He rocked to a stop in front of me.“About that offer to talk—”
“Look, forget it—what I said.” I pivoted and took a step.
Brian’s hand grabbed my elbow, pulling me around to face him. “Please.”
I shivered as his fingers  slid down to my wrist. The rain accelerated, darkening his hair and sending wet tendrils of cold down my back. I gazed at him and waited.
“I—I don’t do this.” He shook his head and grimaced. “I mean, I’ve never done this. The club thing.”
Impossible to miss the honesty in his tone, in his expression. So I wasn’t alone in my ignorance. A weight lifted off my shoulders and I gave him a wry smile. “Me either.”
He blew out a breath and released my wrist. “Sorry I misinterpreted what you said. It’s just…the way those guys hit on each other is so artificial. I didn’t know what to think.”
“Agreed.”
“I would like to talk. Maybe get a cup of coffee.”
I raised an eyebrow. The heavens opened. Rain fell in sheets, dousing us. My clothes clung like a clammy skin. “I’m parked up the block.”
He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, squinting in the rain. “I’m that way.”
“I’m closer. Let me give you a ride.”
He nodded, and we raced down the sidewalk. As soon as we reached the lot, I hit the remote and we jumped inside the car. The heavy drops pounded on the roof and sheeted down the windows. We looked at each other, panting from the run, and laughed.
“God, I’m soaked.” I started the engine and cranked the heat.
Brian chuckled. “It’s beyond soaked.” He sobered. “We’re getting your seats wet.”
I rolled my head on the headrest. “Don’t worry about it.”
With both hands, he slicked his hair back. The windows fogged with evaporating water and hot breath. In the low light of the parking lot, his smile flashed and he glanced over. Hunger shone in his eyes, a desire reflecting my own. Holding my gaze, he put one hand on the center console and licked his lower lip. I swallowed, gaze alternating between his mouth and his eyes. I put my hand over his.
His gaze lost some of its confidence. “You okay with this?”
I leaned into his palm. “Yes.”
We were whispering now. God, I wanted this. I slid my hand around his neck and leaned in, close enough to feel his warm breath washed across my face. Meet me halfway, Brian.
The first touch of his lips, warm and soft and moist, said“hello, nice to meet you.” He pulled back, as if to gauge my response, and his fingers stroked through my hair. My control slipped a few notches. He couldn’t know how much I liked fingers in my hair. I pulled him to me, tilting my head to deepen the kiss.
Beer had never tasted as good as when it was mixed with Brian. I inhaled through my nose and treated myself to an exploration of his mouth, and his tongue played with mine. I caught a faint whiff of his herbal aftershave, and all my senses were on high alert with the smell and the feel and the taste of him, and oh, God, I wanted him. My hands shook, and I pulled him closer.
After a few breathless seconds we broke for air, ragged breath adding another layer of fog to the windows. The damn console prevented any further closeness, so I settled for leaning my forehead against his. I glanced at Brian’s lap and got an eyeful of his enthusiastic response to our kisses.
“My place or yours?” I kissed his chin.
Another killer smile gave him a devilish look. “How far do you live?”
Thank God I lived just a few blocks off the main drag. “About five minutes from here.”
“Then your place it is.”He reached for his seatbelt and snapped it in place, then stole a kiss.
I grinned and buckled up, then put the car in gear.
~*~
The quick trip to my place took too long. We splashed through the deluge and stumbled up the steps to my apartment, kissing and touching. We endured a delay as I fished out the right key and got the door open. We fell inside, and I pushed it shut with my foot. Brian shoved my back to the wall and kissed me hungrily. His erection brushed mine and we both hissed. He grabbed my face and sealed his mouth to mine, going straight to deep and passionate. I grabbed the front of his shirt.
Much as I wanted him here and now, I resisted the urge to drop to my knees and get his cock in my mouth. The bed had versatility the living room didn’t. I maneuvered him down the hall, bumping off the wall and stumbling on the carpet, around the corner and into the bedroom. Inside, I swung the door shut.
I tugged his wet shirt loose and ran my hands up his back. His skin held more warmth than I’d expected after the cold rain, and he shuddered, groaning into my mouth. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and got enough unfastened to pull it off over his head.
My God. I couldn’t breathe. Brian’s broad shoulders gave way to a solid chest and abs. He closed his eyes, head dropped back as I coasted my palms down his chest and abs, detoured to trace the muscles of his arms from shoulder to wrist. When I rested my hands on his waist, his lips met mine. Then his hands skimmed my shirt up my sides. I broke the kiss long enough to step back and yank it off.
My hands went to the button on his jeans at the same time his went to mine. The vibration as the zipper descended sent mini shockwaves of pleasure vibrating across my cock. In no time we stood without a single item of clothing separating us, and want ramped up need. I licked the side of his neck, savoring the flavor of salt and rainwater and inhaling a remnant of spicy aftershave. I wrapped my arms around him and backed him up to the bed, cocks fencing in an erotic parry and thrust.
Fingers ran through my hair, light tugs that melted my spine. “Want you, Tanner,” he whispered. Lips nibbled the sensitive skin below my ear.
I pushed him down to sit on the edge of the bed and I dropped to my knees. Starting at his knee, I kissed my way up to his groin and blew a stream of warm air on his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide as he watched me.
Holding his gaze, I licked around the head of his cock as I used my hand around the base and stroked him in an up-down rhythm, squeezing hard then soft, varying the grip to keep him off balance as my tongue teased the head. When I swallowed him to the back of my throat, he gave a guttural moan.
“Jesus.” Hips rocking, Brian’s hands fluttered over my hair, not grabbing but stroking. Using my other hand, I cupped his balls.
“Fuck, Tanner…” His thighs shook on either side of me, and I laughed, knowing the vibration would drive him crazy. His hips pumped harder, thrusting into my mouth. With the lightest touch, I stroked the delicate skin behind his balls, coming close to his hole but withholding a touch.
“God, I’m…” His hands tightened in my hair. “Gonna…Tanner.”
I sucked harder and tapped his hole. He yelled, and hot semen rushed over my tongue. I stayed with him until he fell back on the bed, arms crossed over his face.
I stood and leaned over him. “You okay?”
A post-orgasmic flush warmed his face. He lifted his arms and shifted over on the bed. “Holy shit, Tanner.”
He tugged me onto the mattress. Stretched out beside him, our mouths met and I lost myself in his kiss, the heat, the pressure, the sheer nirvana of making out with someone who knew how to kiss. His hands were everywhere, stroking my back, my chest, and I wanted him. Fucking needed him. I nuzzled the warm skin of his neck and sucked a kiss there, and he whimpered.
“I need...” Brian’s throat vibrated under my lips.
“What do you need?” I whispered.
“I need you.” Hot fingers closed around my cock. “I need you to fuck me.
The request acted like a shot of lust to my cock. I almost came from the words alone. Want sent a shudder through me. “I will.”
I kissed my way down his chest, tonguing his nipples, and he grabbed my hair, hauling me back up to him. Tingles ran from my scalp down my spine.
“Now. I need it so bad. Please, Tanner.”
I kissed him, then reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube.
“How do you want me?” Brian’s voice had gone husky with need.
“On your back okay?”
He nodded. I knelt on the bed and situated his legs on either side of me. He tore open the condom and set it on the head of my cock, the rolled it down with his mouth, taking all of me.
“Fuck. Stop, Brian. You’ll make me come.”
He grinned. “That’s the idea.”
“Not like that.” I poured some lube on my fingers. “Lie back.”
Brian settled and drew his legs up, opening himself to my view. I slicked lube up his crease, rubbed it into his pucker. When he pushed against my hand, I slid one finger into him.
“Tanner…”
With the tip of my finger, I tapped his prostate, and he arched off the bed. I grinned. “Like that?”
He nodded, panting. “Another.”
Slowly, I pushed a second finger into him, and he tensed for a moment. “Okay?”
“Mmm, yeah.”
The ring of muscle loosened, and I continued to stretch him, working my fingers in and out and pegging his gland. He’d started to get hard, and I leaned down and licked the head of his cock.
“Fuck me.”
“I will.” Once again I tapped his prostate, and he pushed down on my fingers.
“Fuck. Me. Now.”
I laughed, and pulled back my fingers. “Okay, okay.”
I lined up, and pushed the head of my cock into him. Heat and pressure surrounded me, and we both groaned. I gave him another inch, then another, advancing until my cock was seated inside him. “So hot, Brian. So tight.”
“So full inside,” he panted. “So good.”
I took a couple of slow experimental thrusts, and he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me down for another hot kiss. His hips rolled up, and I set up a rhythm, pumping gently.
“Harder.” Brian nipped my lower lip.
I picked up the pace, swiveling my hips, aiming to hit his gland.
“Harder,” he panted. “Faster.”
I sat up and gripped his thighs, pounding against him. He reached back and grabbed the slats of the headboard. “More, Tanner.”
Instead, I slowed down stroked his cock with my palm. “Like this?”
He threw his head back. “God…”
A few more pumps of his cock, hard on the down stroke, gentle on the upstroke, and he whimpered. I leaned in and kissed him, and he met my mouth, devouring it as I stroked him. Precome leaked onto my hand, and I smiled.
Sitting up, I redirected my thrusts, hard and fast, the mattress squeaking in protest as I drilled him. Brian squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, so good, gonna…” He threw his head back and roared.
Sticky warmth erupted between us, and Brian’s muscles contracted around me. Heat raced down my back to my balls, and then shot out my cock, pulsing inside him. The room disappeared in a white-hot haze.
After I could see straight, I pulled out and got rid of the condom, then collapsed back into bed. Brian lay sprawled in the sheets, looking like a man debauched, grinning like a twitter-pated kid. The rest of the night was rewind and replay.
Like I said, I’d never done this—never had a one night stand. I’d never had a one night stand. Turned out neither had Brian.And we still haven’t.

****

~~Whitley Gray~~


Copyright © 2013 Whitley Gray
 
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. 






 

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Guest Author: Morgan King


Content Advisory: m/f/m sex scene and oral sex.

The following relates to Duty To Love, by Morgan King


Product Description:

Duty to Love is an erotic regency romance; the story of two brothers and the one woman they have both fallen in love with…


A craftily worded contract and fate finds Arthur, Earl of Hentonury, having to marry not the lady he expected but her younger sister Amelia, the woman he knows his brother James loves and hoped to marry. Arthur cares for both Amelia and James, so how can he choose between his love for them and his duty?

James may be the younger son, but he has taken leave from the army and will fight for Amelia.

Torn between her feelings for two brothers, Amelia wishes to marry Arthur but can't bear to lose James. Is there any chance the three of them can find happiness together? Will duty or love win out?

That evening they all retired to the library. It felt like a room where they could all be themselves away from their titles or the roles they inhabited, for it wasn’t a space that was normally associated with any one of them, although it was a room Arthur was particularly fond of. He had sold off ornaments, artwork, and pieces of his mother’s jewellery, but the library had been left intact.

Excerpt:

There were two leather armchairs facing the fire. Arthur confidently strode to the one on the left and with a flick of his eyes indicated to James to take the other.

Before Amelia could protest he drew her along with him and settled her onto his lap, eliciting a small squeak of surprise.

James laughed. “After the last day, does anything still shock you, my love?”

It gave Arthur a thrill to hear James being so affectionate with Amelia. She was indeed their love.

“I think she blushes still, James.” Being able to tease her together—that was a fine pleasure. “Shall we see how far this delightful colour spreads?”

Arthur’s fingers toyed with the lace edging along the neckline of Amelia’s dress. He watched her eyelashes sweep upwards and found himself staring into the depths of her eyes. The dark centres rapidly expanded for him to lose himself in.

It was still too soon for all of this to seem real. The weight of Amelia, her skin against his fingertips, even the scent of her so close for him to inhale all had a touch of magic enhancing it. Arthur indulged himself, undoing the delicate buttons holding the bodice of Amelia’s dress together slowly, sliding one hand inside to capture the generous weight of a breast. He wanted to savour her this time, tease her to the edge of pleasure if possible. If her breathy moans were any indication his plan was progressing well. 

Should he pinch her nipples yet? The little buds were calling to him, but gently squeezing and releasing her breast was already having such an effect. He was tempted to tarry. 

James was clearly not unaffected either. With his legs splayed wide a growing bulge was prominently displayed at the apex of his trousers.

“Would you like it if James stroked himself for you, Amelia?” Arthur wondered what visual and verbal stimulation Amelia might enjoy.

“Mmm.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” In pursuit of Amelia’s enhanced pleasure Arthur enjoyed gently exerting his control.

“Yes, please!” Her immediate response was everything Arthur could have asked for, without needing to.

James appeared eager to oblige, taking his eyes off the scene in front of him to look at what he was doing.  He was unfastening his trousers and releasing his erection.

Amelia was watching every movement, and Arthur took the opportunity to jolt her attention back to him by pressing forefinger and thumb together with her nipple trapped between.

“How about you, James? Do you like what you can see, or would you like to see a little bit more?”

“Definitely … a little … bit … more.”James’s words were carefully enunciated in time with the movements of his hand wrapped tight around his cock.

Moving carefully, so as not to break the intensity binding the three of them together, Arthur lifted Amelia up and away from him, clasping her shoulders gently to ensure she was steady on her feet. Once he was sure she’d found her balance he bent forward to grip the hem of her dress and began lifting it, one slow centimetre at a time.

James flashed a cheeky grin. “Now that’s a sight for a sore cock.”

Arthur faltered in his movements as an involuntary chuckle burst from his chest.

“Why do I think you’re not talking about a bird?” Amelia asked.

Still laughing Arthur responded to Amelia’s interjection. “Quite right, my love, men like to call their manhood a cock on occasion. “

“Cock.”

Both men groaned as Amelia tested the sound of the word, which clearly only inspired her to try it again. “I like looking at your cocks.” 

“Get her back under control, Arthur.” James’s tone was teasing, but Arthur sensed an undercurrent of urgency to it, especially when James then turned to Amelia, “or you’ll become the chicken to my pouncing fox.”

In one swift move Arthur lifted Amelia’s dress over her head, leaving her in a significantly more transparent and accessible chemise and stockings.

 “Better, James?”

“Infinitely.”

While Amelia stood before him Arthur took the opportunity to unfasten his own trousers. They had been getting damn uncomfortable. Even at this stage of the affair, before any extensive physical contact, Arthur found himself fully engorged. He shouldn’t be surprised. His life had never been so sexually or emotionally exciting before.

“Amelia, do you remember how you rode James this morning?” Arthur asked as a reminder. He didn’t for one moment think she’d forgotten; her willingness and obvious enjoyment of their sexual interludes spoke of it meaning as much to her as him.

“How could I forget? It was only this morning.” Amelia teased, before confirming Arthur’s belief in how much their physical acts meant to her. “It was remarkable, James inside me, but also the excitement of moving up and down him. I felt so free, my heart nearly left my body, and yet at the same time so safe with my body and heart tethered to you both.”

“I would love it if you rode me,” Arthur said guiding her backwards, “just a little different, so James can join in, too. If I tuck my legs together can you kneel with your legs either side? No don’t turn. Keep facing James.”

“Like this?”

Using the sturdy arms of the chair, which was accommodatingly wide, Amelia had managed to follow his instructions.

“Perfect, now comes the slightly tricky bit.” Arthur gripped his cock in one hand and rested the other on the indentation of Amelia’s waist, pulling down gently to help coax her into position. She moved slowly. It was agonising. She was still so tight, and yet her downwards momentum was forcing her beautifully slick flesh to stretch around him.

Arthur resisted lifting his hips upwards, despite the fact that this made his legs tense and a light tremble invade. The groan rising in his chest could not be held back, and with an exhalation of relief he let the deep sound erupt.

Amelia responded with a more delicate, breathy and less guttural, moan of her own as she sank the final distance, seating herself and bringing them tightly flesh to flesh.

With hands eagerly out of control Arthur pulled Amelia tightly to him and felt her up and down, stroking the smooth swell of her stomach, squeezing the swells of her breasts , giving her nipples a moment or two of attention with the pull and flick of his fingertips and sending them down to part her folds and rub her little nubbin. Her panting and wriggling urged Arthur to increase the speed of his movements, and he worried that once again he would climax before establishing any thrusts or rhythm. He just wanted it to last a little bit longer, just a little.

James interrupting gave him a much needed pause from the vigorous lovemaking it had become.

“So where’s the part where I get involved, as if I have to watch this much longer I’m going to spill all over myself,” James said.

“Move … your … chair closer.” Arthur’s breathing was laboured.

James quickly dragged the heavy item forward, rucking up the rug in the process. Arthur didn’t care if it was damaged and spared it less than a glance. He was quickly moving to lean forward, pushing Amelia forward as he did so. Resting one hand on her back he continued to put pressure on her back. It didn’t take her long to understand his intentions, and she took over lowering herself forward, moving her arms to rest on James’s thighs. With a little bit of shifting, so that they were all at the edges of the chairs, and some sensuous stretching on Amelia’s part, Arthur could still feel all the benefits of being embedded in Amelia whilst her mouth hovered just above James’s cock.

Arthur watched as James sent his hands sliding into Amelia’s tresses. He felt a closeness among the three of them that eclipsed all the previous feelings of connectedness he’s experienced in the last day. With Amelia at the centre this was a level of sharing and giving pleasure to Amelia that even Arthur had not anticipated. He truly wouldn’t mind if James wanted to experiment further.

The focus was very definitely Amelia though, and now Arthur could begin to slide her forward on his cock, guiding her with his hands and pushing her with his hips. There seemed no impediment, so although he could not quite see because of the angle, he assumed Amelia had taken James into her mouth. With groans of mingled pleasure and relief he established a rhythm.

It didn’t last long, but Arthur decided to take pride at how much longer that the first time it had lasted. “I’m nearly there,” he said.

“God, yes, me, too, she’s so fucking beautiful.”

James threw his head back, neck tendons stretched tight, groaning his completion. Arthur assumed Amelia swallowed.

He gave one last thrust forward and held himself still inside of Amelia, on the very precipice of pleasure. Then he reached one hand round, feeling his way to the centre of her pleasure, and her little bud in particular and began sliding and rubbing his fingers  around it feverishly and with as much coordination as he could muster. It was enough. Amelia began to tremble in his arms. She lifted upwards, back bowing as she keened her pleasure. Arthur felt her inner contractions and let go, his seed pulsing into her body in rhythm.

Sitting with Amelia curled in his arms, and James seated not far away, the part of Arthur’s mind still functioning revelled in the thought that he had what he had always wanted, and a happiness he had always dreamed of could be his. He would be able to do his duty, to his family, his title, his brother, his wife, his people, and he would have love. He was glad he could do his duty to love.

 ~~*~~
Morgan King
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Copyright  2013 Morgan King
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.