Mauled E-Book

SJD Peterson

• Herausgeber: Dreamspinner Press
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 93

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Beyond Duty: Book Two A Guards of Folsom Story Gunther Duchene, aka "Gunny", and Macalister Jones, aka "Mac", have overcome the obstacles of coming out and retiring after serving more than twenty years as Marines. Their exit ceremony is behind them, their wedding vows are made, and now it's time for the honeymoon. What better way to kick off their marriage than enjoying the retirement gift Mac gave Gunny? With the leather pants and collar packed, it's off to New York City and the Guards of Folsom club to celebrate—BDSM style.

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To all who wanted more Mac & Gunny, this is for you.

Prologue

MACWATCHED Gunny’s face closely as he lifted the lid and frowned as he pushed aside the tissue paper and pulled out the gift. He brought the folded pair of black leather pants to his nose and inhaled deeply. His smile was crooked when he lowered the pants and looked at Mac.

“Next adventure?”

“You said you wanted to start exploring the leather-daddy clubs,” Mac said easily. “Figured you’d need to be dressed appropriately.”

“In just leather pants?” Gunny teased.

“Keep digging,” Mac said and pointed toward the box. He could hear the growl in his voice at the thought of Gunny going in one of those clubs in nothing but a pair of leather pants. Mac would be up on charges of assault soon after arrival.

Gunny folded the pants and set them on the dresser next to the box. He ran a hand lovingly over the leather before he rummaged further. He pulled away more tissue paper and removed another garment. He carefully unfolded it and held the black leather long-sleeve shirt up to his chest.

Gunny tilted his head. “Um, Mac. The subs usually wear a harness.”

“And you’ll be wearing that,” Mac pointed out resolutely. “And it will be buttoned to the top.”

“But—”

“This is not open for discussion, Gunny. Keep digging,” Mac grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest.

“And you thought I’m cute when I’m jealous,” Gunny chuckled under his breath.

Mac grunted in response as he watched Gunny fold the shirt in the same careful manner and set it on top of the pants.

Gunny pulled out the last gift and unwrapped it. He held the collar in both hands, the tissue paper fluttering to the floor. He ran his thumb over the leather, flicking the large silver O-ring. The look on Gunny’s face was hard to read. Mac had expected what? Turned-on? Excitement? But what he saw looked like reverence, confusion, tenderness. Mac hadn’t expected those emotions.

Mac hefted himself off the bed and ran his hand down Gunny’s back. “You okay?”

“I sometimes have these dreams,” Gunny said softly, still looking at the collar. “I’m in this club, and there is this huge crowd standing around me all trying to get my attention. I’m not sure whom to pick. They are all screaming, and it’s this jumble of noise so I can’t understand them. I’m so fucking confused, but I know I can’t be there without someone.” Gunny turned over the collar in his hand and shook his head. “Then you push your way through the crowd, walk right up to me, and put a collar around my neck, and everyone knows who I belong to.”

“That’s why I’d never let you in one of those clubs alone.” He wrapped his arms around Gunny’s waist and kissed the back of his neck. “Everyone would try to take you from me.”

Gunny set the collar aside and turned in Mac’s arms. “They could try,” he said and pulled Mac in closer.

Chapter 1

“HEY, GUNNY! You’re never going to guess who I was just talking to.” Mac stopped dead in his tracks when he entered their home gym. Gunny was standing near the weight bench doing overhead military presses in nothing but a pair of nylon shorts. His muscles were bulging from the effort, sweat rolling down his impressive chest.

“Who?” Gunny grunted, still working the weights.

“Doesn’t matter,” Mac groaned. And it didn’t. Hell, the world didn’t matter, not when Gunny looked like that. Mac stepped up to Gunny as he extended his arms over his head. “Hold that pose.”

“What?” Gunny asked, sounding confused, but he held still.

Perhaps it was the lust Gunny had to see in Mac’s eyes or the fact that Mac was leaning in to chase a droplet down Gunny’s chest that made him smile knowingly.

“You’re interrupting my workout.”

“Oh hell, I’m about to work you out all right,” Mac assured him and ran the palms of his hands over Gunny’s hard pecs, across his shoulders, and along his biceps. He then gripped the bar, helping to hold it as he nipped at Gunny’s chin.

“Promise?” Gunny chased Mac’s lips as he brushed them along Gunny’s cheek.

“It’s a guaran-fucking-tee.” Mac pressed their mouths together, demanding entrance with his tongue. Gunny opened to him. He never denied Mac.

The kiss went on, hot and wet and so damn good, until their arms began to tremble and they were breathless. Mac ended the kiss, licking the last of Gunny’s flavor from his lips, then helped him set the bar on its brace.

“I guess I better shower, then,” Gunny suggested and shook out his arms.

Mac grabbed a towel from a hook and tossed it at Gunny. He caught it easily and swiped it across his damp face.

“That’s cleaned up enough,” Mac murmured and snatched the towel away. He slid his arm around Gunny’s slick back, stepping close once again. “I like you like this. Remember that time we snuck off from morning PT?” Mac released Gunny and stepped back. “Oh shit, that reminds me. I came in to tell you about the phone call I got before you distracted me.”

Gunny flexed his biceps. “Yeah, totally my fault. It’s the guns.”

“Stop that,” Mac grumbled and swatted playfully at Gunny’s impressive artillery. “So as I was saying, Captain Walker called. He wants us to go to DC. A lot of shit’s been going down since the repeal. He wants us to come and speak at a conference.”

“Speak about what?”

“Do you not ever listen to me? The repeal. You know, how I can tap your ass and still take out an enemy from two thousand yards.”

“I’m pretty sure that isn’t exactly what the brass had in mind,” Gunny chuckled.

“Maybe not exactly those words, but same meaning.”

Gunny froze, his eyes going wide. “Did you say we?”

“Yup.”

“Oh hell no! I am not talking in front of a bunch of strangers. You’re the chatty one—you do it.”

“No prob. All you have to do is stand there and look purty.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not real good at that either, not with this mug.”

Mac rolled his eyes at just how ridiculous Gunny could be. But it was one of the things he loved about the man. Gunny had no clue how incredibly sexy he was. Good damn thing too or he might’ve actually considered what Cap had said at their exit ceremony: “Is this the best you can do?” Mac might like to act all tough and gruff. Hell, he was when the situation called for it, badass-take-you-out-machine, even. But it was no secret Mac was a pile of mushy love-struck goo when it came to Gunny.

“So I was thinking,” Mac continued without commenting on Gunny’s concern. “We go to DC, give our”—Gunny raised a single brow—“okay, my little speech, then we take us a little vacation.”

Gunny grabbed a cold bottle of water out of the minifridge and held it up. When Mac nodded, Gunny tossed it to him and then grabbed one for himself. “I don’t want to vacation in DC. It’s not really what I’d call a relaxing, fun kind of town.” Gunny leaned against the wall and opened his water.

Mac found himself distracted from the conversation again when Gunny tipped the bottle up, his throat working as he gulped the water down. Gunny swallowing down other things flashed in Mac’s head, and his cock twitched. Unable to resist such a temptation, Mac went after that sexy throat, nipping it and then swiping his tongue from Gunny’s Adam’s apple up to just below his ear, tasting the salt of his skin. Gunny groaned, the deep husky sound going straight to Mac’s groin.

“I had this idea,” Mac murmured against Gunny’s warm flesh.

“Let me guess, it involves lube and me sweating even more.”

“Yes, that’s the immediate plan,” Mac agreed. He grabbed Gunny’s hips, pulling him toward the weight bench. Mac sat and encouraged Gunny to straddle him while Mac continued to lick and taste, hands roaming over Gunny’s muscular back. “But I was talking about our vacation. After DC, I think we should finally take our honeymoon. What do you think of New York City?”

“Crowded and smelly,” Gunny moaned, tipping his head to the side to give Mac more room to explore.

“True, but they also have a few of those clubs you’ve wanted to check out, and I’ve been dying to see you in those leathers I bought you.”

“I think I like both your ideas.” Gunny thrust hard against Mac’s groin, emphasizing his meaning.

Mac responded in kind, rubbing and rutting, loving the way Gunny’s hard body and equally hard cock felt against his. Twenty-two-plus years he and Gunny had been together, and it still amazed Mac that Gunny could rev him up like a teenager with just one look. Even more astonishing, each time with Gunny seemed to be better than the last.

Mac slid his hand between their bodies, past the waistband of Gunny’s shorts and wrapped his fist around Gunny’s cock. “Gonna work you out now,” Mac told him. He didn’t give Gunny a chance to respond, taking his mouth in a deep kiss while he set a hard, fast pace along Gunny’s length. Mac kissed Gunny until he was forced to break for a breath, but the rhythm of their bodies never slowed. Gunny picked up the same pace, thrusting into Mac’s fist.

Mac reluctantly released Gunny long enough to pull off his T-shirt, but took Gunny back in hand as soon as he was free from the material.

“Fuck yeah, that’s better,” Gunny commented as he ran his callused hands over Mac’s chest. Mac yelped when Gunny leaned down and bit his right nipple at the same time he pinched the left. The spark of pain shot a jolt straight to his cock, causing it to throb. The pleasure intensified when Gunny shoved the front of Mac’s shorts down and ran his rough hand along Mac’s heated flesh.

The shrill sound of the phone distracted Mac for a second, but it wasn’t enough to hold his attention long. Gunny didn’t seem to notice it at all, his free hand landing on Mac’s neck and holding him close as he sucked and licked at Mac’s flesh while continuing to work Mac’s cock.

The sound of his mom’s voice on the answering machine was like a bucket of cold water poured on them, and they both froze. “Macalister, it’s Mom. Just wanted you to know Dad and I will be there shortly.”

“Fuck me,” Mac cursed and jumped up, dumping Gunny on his ass.

“I was trying to,” Gunny grumbled.

Mac jerked his shorts up. “What day is it?”

“Saturday, why?”

“Damn! Damn! Damn!” Mac ran a hand over his head as panic began to surge through him. The house was a mess, and he was pretty sure they’d left out evidence of their late-night fuck fest.

Gunny didn’t seem to be concerned about the situation; rather, he lay back with a slight grin and began stroking himself. “C’mere and let’s finish this. Will only take a second.”