Bourbon Bites by Jade Buchanan

©2010 Jade Buchanan, all rights reserved

Jimmy groaned, rolling over in bed. His mouth felt like something had died inside and his head was aching. Oh, not good. Not good at all.

“Jimmy!”

Grabbing his head before it careened right off his shoulders and splatted on the floor, Jimmy let out a heartfelt moan. Oh man, something smelt good. Coffee. Where was the coffee?

“Jimmy boy, where’d you go last night? You dead?”

No, he just felt like he was. Finally squinting his eyes open, Jimmy stared up into the bright blue eyes of his friend, Trav. “Wha happen’d?”

“You bailed on us. We figured you were still alive since we found you when we came back to the hotel but you’re an ass for leaving. Where’d you go?”

Where’d he go? He was with his friends the whole night. Wasn’t he? Trying to rack his brain, Jimmy kept coming up with a blank. What the hell? Surely he wasn’t stupid enough to go wandering off alone on Bourbon Street. How’d he get back to the hotel? He couldn’t remember a danged thing.

Gingerly sitting up, Jimmy accepted the cup of liquid gold from Pete. The man wisely stayed silent, letting Trav talk. Of course, Pete looked a little worse for wear himself. “What time’d you guys get in last night?” He sipped the coffee, groaning as it went straight to his aching head.

“I don’t know, it was after midnight. Early night for us. Even earlier night for you, buddy,” Trav said.

“I left?”

“You don’t remember?” Pete asked.

“Man, I have no idea what happened. I remember drinking three hurricanes at Pat O’s, then we had the rum and coke.”

“Then the cherry bombs.”

“Right. Cherry bombs. Shit, Everclear is not my friend.” He placed the mug carefully on the bedside table and grabbed his head again. “There was something else after that, wasn’t there?”

“I remember shots, but the rest is a bit fuzzy. I got tanked. Can’t even remember what places we went into. Everclear is noone’s friend, man.” Trav threw himself down on the other bed in the room. “There was something about a lifeguard, wasn’t there? Did I miss the lifeguard?”

A flash of dark eyes. Jimmy remembered dark eyes. A soothing cajun accent.

“The lifeguards were at that beach bar, remember Trav? Well, you couldn’t have been too drunk, Jim. I think someone got laid last night.” Pete said, dropping down to the ground. “You’re lucky Trav and I are sharing a bed. You were bare assed nekkid when we got home last night. Sheet barely around your waist.”

What. The. Hell?

Naked? He was naked? Snatching the sheet up, he glanced down at his very naked body. Okay then. Laid? Had he gotten laid? Moving gingerly, he realized he was definitely feeling the effects of something. “Why’d you think I was with someone and not just… you know?”

“Having a little party with Mr. Fist? Well, we found this and I know it ain’t yours.” Trav held up a black silky looking handkerchief, balling it up and pitching it at Jimmy.

A sweet scent drifted up from the handkerchief. Lemons? Mixed with a deep smoky cigar? A scene popped into his head, him stumbling along and being caught in hard arms before he could faceplant on the ground. Bodies moving together beneath the scratchy hotel sheets. Being held down by a much stronger man but feeling so incredibly safe. Teeth. He remembered teeth. Scraping along his body, nibbling his toes, sucking marks along his cock.

Holy shit. He’d brought a stranger back to the hotel? Nah. Couldn’t be. Jimmy swung his legs off the bed, careful to keep the sheet bunched around his waist. His ass was a tiny bit tender, making him think something really had happened last night. Not sore, really, just a twinge to let him know he’d had a good time and would be thinking about it all day. He really wished his memory wasn’t so fuzzy, though.

“Huh, what happened to your foot?” Pete bent over, squinting.

Jimmy glanced down, frowning at the sight of two perfectly round scrapes spaced neatly apart on the top of his right foot, in front of his toes. Well, that was weird. He wiggled his toes, suddenly getting a picture of the dark eyed man. He’d never met someone with a foot fetish before. But, what was up with the scrapes?

“So, who’s up for going out again tonight? Only a few more days left in NOLA, boys.” Trav moved into the bathroom, his voice drowned out by running water. “It’ll take us half the day to recover but we should be fine tonight to start all over again.”

Wiggling his toes again and feeling an echo of teeth biting into his skin, Jimmy nodded. “Yeah. I think that’s a good idea. Maybe let’s steer clear of alcohol, though.” He wondered who his mystery man was. If he’d see him again.

Only one way to find out.

I came back thinking I’d just recovered from a lingering cough. Perhaps that was true, but immediately on my return, there was a relapse with interest. Since Sunday, I’ve been tackled with a stuffy head, congested chest and body aches. Two things made this even worse than it already is/was. First, because I’d already taken a week off this month and was looking to take another off this upcoming week, I had to go to the EDJ. Was only 3 days and I made it, but it was torture. Second, the SO is sick with the same thing. We probably got each other sick. So now we’re suffering together. Lovely.

So, because of that, I’ve gotten no writing done. Hard to think sexy thoughts when you feel like I feel. *sigh* Is too bad too because — as you might have read in Ally’s post — New Orleans was full of pretty little plot bunnies.

As in plot bunnies. As in, the place is just crawling with gorgeous guys. Yowza.

Here’s a quick rundown of a few of my personal favorite bunnies:

- Glasses Bunny: the nerdy-hot waiter in Oceana, the restaurant where we ate lunch the first day we did the Quarter. Man, he was cute. I think he thought we were strange or something because we kept laughing at our own bunny-spotting predilection. LOL.

- Airport Bunny: blond, blue-eyed young man sitting across from me at the Newark airport. Cute as a bug. Though I did wish he’d quit kicking my row of chairs. Brat. He needed a spanking. I’m picturing some big dude in jeans and no shirt turning Cutie over his knee and teaching him a lesson. Heh.

- Bar Bunny: slim black bunny with a head full of braids, great big eyes and an adorable smile. He was working in one of the bars on Bourbon Street, I can’t remember which one. But he was very cute. I kept picturing him and Airport Bunny double-teaming A.B.’s big tough-guy boyfriend (the one I gave him in my imagination). That would be totally hot.

- Sex Bunny: OMG. This one was just precious. Tall, slender, brown hair, sweet smile, GLASSES. He worked in the porno shop we stopped at on our way back to the hotel one day. He talked to us for a quite a while. And get this, y’all. He. Is. A. STRIPPER! In a gay bar someplace outside the Quarter. **dies** Yeah, we all wanted to take him with us *g*

- Suit Bunny: found him at a place called The Beach, a way-cool courtyard bar on Bourbon St. He was a cute twenty-something in jeans (I think?) and a suit jacket. He was clearly a bit, shall we say, under the influence. He had NO dance moves. None. Zero. Zilch. But by golly, he was doing it anyway. He was out there shakin’ his stuff with everyone else, and having the time of his life. I absolutely fell in love with his enthusiasm and complete lack of inhibition.

And my number one favorite bunny, first one I saw in the city:
- Fox Tail Bunny: one of the many street performers in and around Jackson Square. He was wearing striped pants, a vest over a T-shirt, a brimmed hat and — this is the best part, y’all — a fluffy white fox tail attached to the back of his pants. He did card tricks and basically charmed everyone with his personality and smile. I decided he was a walking, talking story character, and Jet and Jade have already talked me into writing his story one of these days. So look for it!

We did other stuff. We ate (a LOT, OMG, the FOOD there!), we drank — best bar: The Beach, so much fun — we shopped, we caught up with fellow authors at Epicon, we even got some writing done. But every time we left our room, bunnies were everywhere. It was an inspirational trip. Wonder if I can claim bunny watching on my taxes?

Ford believes in everything — luck, omens, fortunes, you name it. Gavin? Gavin believes in nothing. Immovably so. Can a couple as odd as them make a go of it? Ford thinks yes. He believes Gavin’s meant to be the love of his life. All he has to do is convince Gavin that it’s true.

My most excellent friend Laura Baunbach won an Eppie last night for her fabulous novel, Mexican Heat which she coauthored with Josh Lanyon. The book won in the category mystery/suspense erotic romance and a richly deserved honor it is too.

Congrats Josh and Laura!

Link: http://www.calameo.com/read/00014901487f202c63a34

Laura

I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF SNOW!!! I haaaate snow! I hated snow before it started falling every other damn day, and now? I would love to kick it in its stupid fluffy white BALLS.
(snowballs, get it? Ha!)

Things to be grateful for at this point:
1. I do not live in the northeast and therefore am not forced to tunnel my way out from under drifts taller than me.
2. If my flight gets cancelled, I’ll at least be sleeping at home tonight instead of in an airport in New Jersey (my connecting flight is in Newark for some reason).

Y’all cross your fingers. I’ll be in a rotten mood if I don’t get my trip to Epicon! I haven’t been to N.O. in ages, and I am SO looking forward to seeing all my buds. And hey, if anyone can remember the name of the restaurant across the street and down the road a bit from the Riverwalk Mall, with the live music and dancing and the AWESOME fried alligator tail, please let me know. I wanna go there O_O

The first week of March is also exciting for me because our very first Workshop from the Rainbow Romance Writers will be starting on March 1st. The course title is Homosexuality in the Classical Age and it’s being instructed by Jennifer Thorne. I can’t wait to learn something new!!

Okay, I’ve been on trains. I’ve been back east and taken subways and trains. But this will be my first real train ride. Complete with a sleeper compartment. It’s a 48 hour trip. Meals are paid for for two days. I’m traveling all by myself. It’s Amtrak’s Sunset Limited, which goes from Los Angeles to New Orleans. It’s actually supposed to go through to Orlando but it looks like that leg hasn’t been completed because it’s only LA to NO at the moment. The route, for the most part, is just about as south as you can get and still be in the United States. I’m looking forward to the scenery and the thinking time. Also hoping I’ll catch some plot bunnies about romance on trains.

The only dark spot is that I’ll be without internet for that time since there’s no wireless on the train. Strange, huh? I’d have thought they’d have that by now but no. Some trains do but this one doesn’t. So I’ll have my own room with electricity and all, but no connection. I really will be in another world since I haven’t joined the iPhone generation yet. So it’ll just be me, Aaron (the Macbook), the Kindle, the iPod and my cell phone from Sunday afternoon to Tuesday afternoon.

Weird.

Wish me luck.

Buy the ebook.

http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=BOUNDPL1

Brought together for pleasure, bound together by love.

Blurb

Jason doesn’t do monogamy, and as a much sought-after Dom he doesn’t have to. But when he gets the chance to play with Benny, his sweet young assistant who wants only to please him, Jason holds back.

Benny’s no sub, but for a chance to be with the sexy Dom he’s sure he can change. Except he’s only fooling himself, and deep down he knows it.

Enter Rain, a sexy badboy who’s got a taste for the lash and pretty young things, like Benny. What’s a man to do when the two men he lusts after are determined that even a hook-up is not in the cards? Why, orchestrate one single night of pleasure, of course.

But when the whip comes down, and one night isn’t enough, it’s love, not leather, that’s bound to please.

Excerpt

Copyright 2010 by Kimberly Gardner, all rights reserved.

“Hey, is Jason here?” Rain, now wearing a pair of jeans so low-slung they showed those little divots just beside his hipbones, sashayed into the room and over to the desk. He leaned across the paper-strewn surface and smiled. “It’s Benny, right?”

“Right.” Like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Benny tried to close the page so the man wouldn’t see what he was doing. But the damn mouse chose that moment to stop working. He clicked and clicked and nothing happened.

Fuck.

“I’m Rain. But you probably knew that already. You got a problem there?”

Before Benny could answer, Rain slipped around to his side of the desk. He reached for the mouse and stopped, staring at the computer screen.

Oh fucking shit!

Now he was going to look like a pervy little dweebe in front of Rain. Ah well, screw it. He didn’t give a crap what he thought anyway.

There was a moment of silence then Rain laughed. “You Googled me.”

Benny opened his mouth but nothing came out. And what the hell was he supposed to say anyway? No? Because obviously he had.

“Uh, I was just–”

“That site’s no good.” Rain grabbed the mouse, jiggled it a couple times then reached for the keyboard. “They don’t let you see anything there unless you give them your credit card, and you don’t need to do that. Here, let me show you where the good stuff is.”

Pulling the keyboard over in front of him, Rain’s fingers flew over the keys. After a brief pause, a warning filled the screen. Rain clicked it away. “You’re over eighteen, right? Have to be or you wouldn’t be working here.”

A video clip filled the screen. It showed a naked Rain, suspended in some kind of leather harness with all his goods on display. Two huge and very hairy guys, also naked, were taking turns fucking him up the ass. And the man himself appeared totally blissed out. Eyes half closed, lips parted and head thrown back, he swayed in his harness, rocking back and forth between the two men and looking for all the world like there was nowhere he’d rather be.

“Geez,” Benny breathed. Not that it was all that edgy as porn went, but to see it right up there on the screen like that with the man himself right next to him.

“You like it?” A warm hand settled on Benny’s shoulder and squeezed.

“What site is this?” Benny tore his gaze away and turned to Rain. He had one hip propped on the arm of Benny’s chair and he was watching him closely.

“This is my personal web site. It’s the members area. This is a scene from an old movie I did.”

Benny looked back at the screen. “How old were you?”

Rain chuckled. “I was totally legal.”

“Doesn’t look it.”

“I know. That’s why they liked me so much, because I looked liked jailbait but wasn’t.”
He studied Benny. “You’ve got that same look. How old are you anyway?”

“Twenty-four. Almost twenty-five.”

“You look like you could be about nineteen, maybe even younger.”

“Yeah, well– Holy shit! Look at him.”

The video on the screen had changed. It was now showing a naked guy with the biggest dick Benny had ever seen.

Rain laughed. “You don’t watch much porn, do you?”

“Some, but I never saw him before.” He glanced at Rain. “You know him?”

“You could say that. We did a film together. I think it’s called Back Door Slam or something like that. I forget. I don’t get any input into the titles. I can get you a copy, if you want.”

“So you really are a pornstar.” Benny glanced back at the screen.

“Who told you that?”

“Adam.”

I’m not really a star, just an actor. Just like most everybody else. And I haven’t done much lately.”

“Why not?”

Rain shrugged. “How many years can you spend taking it up the ass for money? I just had enough is all.”

The unguarded frankness surprised him. “I never really thought about it before.”

“Most people don’t. But it’s the money that keeps guys in the business. It’s not like–” He cut himself off. “Anyway, as soon as I find a regular gig I’m so out of there.”

“I thought you were a model.”

Rain snorted. “Not hardly. I just sort of fell into the modeling thing for some extra cash.”

Like a magnet, the action on the screen drew Benny’s gaze. “So you and that guy with the monster dick …”

“He fucked me, yeah.”

“Was it– I mean, did it, you know … hurt?”

Rain nodded. “Yeah, but that was sort of part of the plot. I was supposed to be this virgin and it was my first time.” He shrugged. “But the guy’s a real asshole too. He doesn’t give a shit if he really hurts you. It’s just all about him.”

“I don’t see how he could help but hurt you. They should require him to have a permit to carry that thing around.”

There was a pause then Rain burst out laughing, a full rich chuckle, very sexy. It sent an unexpected shiver down Benny’s spine.

He ducked his head, feeling the grin break across his face.

“Require a permit. Oh man, that’s good. Mind if I steal it?”

“No, go right ahead.”

“You have a great smile.” Warm fingers trailed along Benny’s jaw. “And dimples too.” His chin was tipped up, his head turned from side to side.

Suddenly he was very aware of how close Rain was, perched there on the arm, leaning way into his personal space. He could smell the slight sweat and something else. Tobacco maybe?

“You’re a good looking guy, Benny. You know it? Very sexy.” Rain leaned in even further, his breath wafting across Benny’s lips. His eyes were huge and heavily fringed with dark lashes, the color caught somewhere between gray and blue.

Benny tried to lean back out of Rain’s magnetism, but only succeeded in tilting his head further back as if he were deliberately presenting his lips. Which he wasn’t. He did not want Rain to kiss him.

“You know it, don’t you?” Slipping off the arm of the chair, Rain straddled Benny’s lap, one leg on either side of his hips. Slim hands framed his face. Benny’s lips parted as if of their own accord just a heartbeat before Rain’s mouth claimed his.

Rain’s lips slid over his, firm and soft at once, controlling the kiss, taking what he wanted. It was hot and wet, the tongue that thrust into Benny’s mouth insistent and aggressive.

Benny shut his eyes. These lips that were on his had been wrapped around Jason’s cock not so long ago. Though he knew it was impossible, he imagined he could taste just a hint of Jason’s spunk in Rain’s mouth. That thought, combined with the skill and intensity of the kiss, made him hard. He shifted in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure of his zipper against his cock.

He reached for Rain, wrapping his arms around that slim torso and plunged his hands into all that glorious hair as his tongue dueled with the other man’s.

Rain hummed into his mouth. He rocked forward on Benny’s lap and ground their pricks together. “Mmm, you’re so hard. You hard for me, Benny baby? You like the thought of that big cock up my ass? You thinking about what it would be like, you and me?”

Rain’s hand slipped between their bodies and squeezed Benny’s shaft through his pants, his thumb grazing the head.

Benny whimpered and thrust up into Rain’s grip.

“You saw us, didn’t you?” Rain nipped at Benny’s lower lip. “Tell me, Benny. Tell me how you watched us.”

“Wha–?” Benny’s eyes fluttered open. “Watched who?” He tried to press into Rain’s hand, but the hand slid away, teasing.

“Uh-uh, baby. Answer me first. Did you watch us, me and Jason? Did you watch me suck his cock? Did you see him jam it down my throat and make me swallow his load? Did you?”

Benny hesitated. It was a natural response to deny everything. Not that Rain would care. He didn’t think so anyway.

“I watched,” Benny whispered. “I came to find Jason because Mario was here. The door was open just a little and–”

“I don’t care, baby.” Rain kissed the corner of Benny’s mouth. “Did it make you hard, watching like that? Did it make you jealous?”

Benny stiffened and turned his face away. “No. Why would I be jealous?”

He felt Rain’s shrug more than saw it. “I don’t know. No reason. I was just teasing you. Hey, don’t be like that.”

Strong fingers gripped Benny’s chin. He consciously relaxed and let Rain turn his head.

“C’mon, I was just fooling around, baby. You know, just talking shit.” Rain leaned forward and caught Benny’s lower lip between his teeth. Tugged then released. “Got a smile for me?”

Benny took a long quiet breath and forced a smile. “It’s okay.”

“Yeah, it is.” He slid his arms around Benny’s neck and pressed their cheeks together. His skin felt so soft, almost like a girl’s.

Benny rubbed his cheek against Rain’s, nuzzling the other man’s jaw. He couldn’t seem to help himself. There was just something so appealing about him.

“That’s better,” Rain purred. His lips brushed Benny’s ear, his tongued flicking briefly inside and sending a shiver of sensation down his spine, renewing his erection. He thrust up against Rain’s crotch.

Rain laughed and leaned back. “I like you. We should go out sometime, me and you. What do you say?”

Before Benny had time to answer, he heard a sound at the office door and it opened. He jumped, spilling Rain off his lap and onto the floor.

“Whoa! Christ, Benny! Easy man.”

Jason stood in the doorway, his gaze taking in the scene, his expression betraying nothing. He stepped inside, instantly filling the space, his presence, at least for Benny, seemed to suck all the oxygen out of the room.

“Benny, did you find the membership papers I asked for?”

“They’re on your desk.” Benny’s heart thudded so hard and so loud he was sure everyone in the room must be able to hear it.

Jason turned to Rain who looked incredibly nonplused for someone who had just been dumped on his ass. A grin tugged at his lips. “Am I interrupting something, boys?”

“I was just showing Benny how to sign on to my web site so he could see the good stuff.” Rain sent Jason a blinding smile, complete with dimples that took five years off his already youthful appearance.

“Oh yeah?” Jason glanced at Benny who felt the blush starting at his neck. “And you look like you just got caught kissing the preacher’s son.” He chuckled. “This isn’t high school, you know? You’re allowed to watch porn.” He laid a hand on Rain’s shoulder. “There’s somebody I want you to meet, if you’re finished here.”

“Yeah?” Rain’s tongue slipped out and wet his lips. He glanced at Benny. “Let me just–”

“No, it’s fine.” Benny straightened, stepping behind the corner of the desk to hide his hard-on. “I think I got it.”

“You sure?” But Rain was already walking with Jason toward the door.

Jason glanced over his shoulder just before they left the office. “Benny, when you’re done there, go take over for Dante at the front desk. I have something else for him to do.”

“Will do, boss.”

The door closed and Benny was left alone in the office. His head spun and his cock throbbed.

Did Rain really mean it about the two of them going out? And did he really want to go out with Rain? Rain who would almost certainly be getting fucked by Jason tonight. Rain who had probably had more sexual partners than Benny could count on all his fingers and toes.

He licked his lips. He thought he could still taste the man’s kiss, still feel the press of that lean body, the heat of that hard cock.

Yeah, he did want that.