Author Names: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams
Book Name: Endings and Beginnings
Series: Collars & Cuffs
This is the final book in the series, which should be read from Beginning to End. ;) (See what we did there?)
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/107896-collars-and-cuffs
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Release Date: July 18, 2016
In all his relationships, Darren Fielding never found the level of intimacy he witnessed between Thomas Williams and his sub, Peter, the day of Peter’s “rebirth.” Not only that, he never realized such intimacy was possible. For two years, Thomas’s business card has been burning a hole in his wallet. When Darren’s lover moves on, maybe it’s finally time to see where that card takes him.
Collars & Cuffs’s new barman, JJ Taylor, is really conflicted right now. He went to the club with a very specific purpose, already convinced of what he’d find there. Except it’s not what he expected at all. He certainly didn’t anticipate finding himself drawn to the new wannabe Dom. Nor could he have guessed the direction that attraction would lead him.
Old love, new love, vows, pain, rage, moving in, moving on…. The members of Collars & Cuffs face an event that touches some of them deeply, but it will only reinforce what they already know: together they are stronger, and some bonds cannot be broken.
Pages or Words: 121,429
Categories: Contemporary, BDSM, Fiction, M/M Romance
“Honey, I’m home.”
Alex laughed and came out of the kitchen to greet his husband. “We’ve talked about this, right? You do not walk into this apartment and talk to me like I’m the little wife.”
Leo kissed him soundly on the cheek. “Aw, but you’d look great in an apron, holding a glass of beer out for your weary, hard-working hubby.” He smirked. “And besides, no one in their right mind would call you little.”
Alex quirked his eyebrows. “One, you don’t drink beer, which is why there’s a glass of chilled chardonnay on the living room table, waiting for you. Two, excuse me—weary? Hard-working? You’ve been standing around in leather chaps and a harness, watching while guys do all manner of things to each other, which probably included a lot of fucking, because, hey, it’s Saturday night, right?”
Leo sighed happily. “What can I say? I love my job.”
Alan and Dorian get a little ‘edgy’.
Dorian groaned. “Please, sir…” He fought to regain his composure, to breathe more evenly.
Alan’s face appeared above him, and he was still grinning. “Oh, are we at the begging part now?”
Dorian shuddered as Alan slowly withdrew the vibrating dildo that had brought him to the brink of orgasm, and placed it on the table next to the bench where Dorian lay. “You want me to beg? I’ll beg.” Alan always knew he could bring Dorian off with a rigorous bout of finger-fucking, and when he’d started that way, Dorian had thought his climax was in sight, ecstasy assured, but no.
Alan had clearly had other plans. A prostate massager that had him leaking pre-come like a tap. The dildo, the new, thick one that made Dorian groan at the sight of it. And fuck, it has felt amazing. Then the vibrator, and Oh my God, that had brought him right to the edge, until he was sure Alan would relent and say the words Dorian longed to hear.
Dorian wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. Alan had used every means at his disposal to bring him to the point where Dorian had been positive he’d been about to come, only to back off.
“H-how long have we been in here?” Around them were the typical noises of the club: he’d been surprised to find Alan wanting to do a scene on the main floor, rather than in one of the rooms. Not that Dorian minded. He loved their scenes, wherever they took place.
Alan peered at his phone on the table. “Two hours.” That grin was back. “How about another couple of hours?” He stroked Dorian’s chest, pausing to tweak his nipples, forcing another moan of frustration from Dorian’s lips. “Aw. Don’t you like that?” Alan glanced along Dorian’s body to his cock. He looked back at Dorian, his eyes gleaming. “Your lips say no, but your dick says yes.”
“Sir,” Dorian panted as Alan tugged gently on his bound cock. “Please, let me come. I can’t take another two minutes, let alone two more hours.”
Alan’s hand was on his cheek in an instant. “You’ve done so well, my beautiful boy,” he said softly, before bending low to kiss Dorian on the lips. When they parted, he smiled, and fuck, the light in Alan’s eyes was incredible.
“I love you,” Dorian blurted out, unable to keep in the words. He knew it wasn’t artifice on his part, a means to please Alan and make him relent.
No, it was simply because he loved Alan, heart, body and soul, and he had to tell him, right there, right then.
Alan’s face glowed. He straightened, and slowly unfastened his leather pants, reaching inside to pull out his cock, already hard, wet at the end. “You take much more than you used to, you know.” He smiled as he leisurely pumped his dick. “You’re able to stave off your orgasm for much longer. I am so proud of all you’ve accomplished.” He straddled the bench, his cock pointing up toward the ceiling.
“What… what are you doing?” Dorian lifted his head from the bench to stare at Alan. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen members of the club fucking on the main floor—getting carried away now with a scene was an occupational hazard—but mostly sex took place in the group room.
He shivered as Alan grasped his ankles and spread him, lifting his legs into the air to bring them to rest on his shoulders.
Alan smiled. “I think such accomplishments deserve a reward.” He glanced down briefly. “And seeing as you’re already lubed up, it would be a shame to let all that slickness go to waste.” He shifted forward on the bench, until Dorian could feel the hot, bare head of Alan’s dick pressing against his hole. Alan gripped Dorian’s hips and edged him closer.
“I love you too,” he said softly as he entered Dorian, slow enough to make Dorian’s toes curl.
Dorian groaned at the sheer pleasure of having Alan inside him, and his heart sang when Alan began to fuck him with fast, deep strokes, yanking Dorian onto his cock. “F-feels so good,” he stammered out, body jolted every time Alan slammed into him. With each nudge of Alan’s dick over his already sensitised prostate, he knew he was right on the edge.
Alan obviously knew that too. “I’m going to shoot my load inside you now. I love it when I spill inside you.”
“Oh fuck, me too,” Dorian gasped. “Now, Sir, now.” He pushed down hard, tightening his muscles around Alan’s shaft, bringing both of them closer to their mutual orgasm.
Alan’s breathing quickened and his chest flushed against the dark harness. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
“Yes, God, yes. Come, Sir. Come inside me. Come inside your boy.” Saying the words, flinging them out into the ether, an affirmation of who Dorian was, what he was, was enough to bring him perilously close to his climax.
Alan locked gazes on him. “Come. Fly, beautiful boy.”
Truth. He was Alan’s boy, every last quivering inch of him.
Dorian cried out as his cock erupted, come jetting out to hit Alan’s chest and belly. He shuddered as his orgasm thundered through him, lightning bolts of ecstasy that coursed through him, making him tremble in their wake.
Alan threw back his head and groaned. “Fuck, yeah.” He arched and shot deep, his body going taut, fingers digging into the fleshy part of Dorian’s thighs. From around them came murmurs of appreciation, muttered words of encouragement and congratulation, but they washed over Dorian, his head in a daze, his body floating as he soared higher and higher, lost on some plateau where all he knew were the sensations that had him at their mercy, and his love for his Master.
A gentle hand on his face. Soft lips against his forehead. That fragmentary feeling of loss when he felt Alan’s cock leave his body.
Dorian opened his eyes to look in Alan’s. “Hey,” he said with a smile.
Alan bent low and kissed him on the mouth, letting his lips linger there while he stroked Dorian’s arms and chest. When he broke the kiss, Alan heaved a happy sigh.
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Meet K.C. Wells:
Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter….
K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.
And as for those men in love that she writes about? The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and longer….
Where to find K.C. Wells:
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/KCWells/223608907761521
Meet Parker Williams (or at least his voices):
Good day! We are the voices that live inside Will’s head. The ones who whisper to him constantly, beckoning him to speak of our adventures, to tell of our love, and perhaps, if we’re in a mood, kill a person or two.
We guide his hand as he tells our tales where love is the most powerful force, but must be worked for, molded, and finally, embraced. There can be no shortcuts or substitutions on the path to a happily ever after.
We hope you will join with us as Will fulfills his obligation to ensure our stories are told and, we hope, enjoyed.
Where to find Parker Williams:
Connect with Parker on: Twitter: @ParkerWAuthor
Or you can visit his website: www.ParkerWilliamsAuthor.com
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