Author Names: K.C. Wells & Parker
Williams
Book Name: Endings and Beginnings
Series: Collars & Cuffs
Book: Eight
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
Blurb:
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
Excerpt:
“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.
His Alan.
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.
“Welcome back.”
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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: https://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/KCWells/223608907761521
Twitter: @K_C_Wells
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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Right this moment my favourite Collars & Cuffs memory is probably the way Endings and Beginnings ended, because of the promise of what's coming next. If I never have to say goodbye to this universe it will be too soon.
ReplyDeleteEEEEEKKKK, I LOVE that scene!!! MORE! I NEED more!!! Thanks KC & Parker!!
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