Title: Stick to the Script
Series: Ace's Wild #13
Author: Lane Hayes
Publisher: Lane Hayes
Release Date: Dec. 17, 2019
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Genre: Romance, Bisexual, Holiday, Age Gap, Weekend Romance, Gay Romance
Jamie is a wedding photographer in need of a break, and a sexy freelance assignment on the East Coast sounds like an intriguing getaway. He makes his flight to Vintage Ridge just before an epic storm wreaks havoc on holiday travel. But when his friend is delayed, Jamie finds himself alone at the bed-and-breakfast for the night with the owners’ son...a hunky contractor with a wicked smile and a commanding presence. Not a problem. Jamie can handle light conversation with a ruggedly handsome man for a few hours. Maybe. If all else fails, he can read the script.
Wyatt loves remodeling old homes like his parents’ B and B. Spending an evening entertaining their guest while he finishes up his project doesn’t seem like a big deal, but Wyatt can tell there’s something special about the nervous younger man. He suggests reading the racy script that accompanies Jamie’s assignment to get his mind off the weather, but neither is prepared for what happens next. Their explosive attraction encourages them to bend the rules and stick to their own script...together.
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“Hmm. How do you begin?” I asked.
“Like I said, this is the lead-in scene. I’ll probably set it in front of the fireplace. Those windows provide great natural light, and if it’s cloudy tomorrow that’s even better.”
“Are they going to sit or stand?”
James jumped up abruptly and moved behind me with his hands spread like he was framing a scene. “Stand, definitely. I’ll want the chairs out of the way.”
I set my wineglass down then pushed the chairs and the small table aside for him. “How’s that?”
“Good. That should work. Would you mind being a stand-in for a second?” He motioned for me to step toward the fireplace. “Move to your right. A little more. That’s perfect. Damien is muscular like you. He’ll probably wear jeans and a T-shirt.”
“I can take my sweater off,” I suggested.
“That’s not necessary. I can—”
I slipped the garment over my head and tossed it over the back of the chair. “Does this help?”
James licked his lips and stared at my chest for a long moment without speaking. “Um…yes. Could you put your hand on the mantel?”
I struck a casual pose. “Like this?”
He closed the space between us and gently adjusted my elbow. “Yes.”
“Where will Mark be?” I asked softly.
His Adam’s apple slid theatrically in his throat as he inched closer. “Here.”
The scene was set. Two long-term lovers had agreed to something they hoped would strengthen their bond. They’d introduced a new set of rules with a twist.
I didn’t give a fuck about Damien and Mark, but James fascinated me. His quirky intensity appealed to me on a level I didn’t really understand. Or maybe it was the implied element of danger. A sexy stranger didn’t turn up on my doorstep in a storm every day. This felt bigger than us somehow. Like an opportunity we were supposed to take. And the hungry look in his eyes and the furtive glance at my crotch made it clear he felt this too.
“Then what happens?”
He cleared his throat before studying the page again. “I’ll take a few pics to show Damien, um…taking control.”
“How do you show that without words?”
“It’s in the look. I might ask Damien to raise his hand, like he’s beckoning Mark closer.”
“Like this?” I hooked my finger, pleased when James closed the distance until we stood toe to toe.
“Yes. I’ll probably take a few photos of him unbuttoning Mark’s shirt and…”
“Like this?” I held his gaze as I undid the first few buttons on his oxford shirt.
Okay, I’d officially crossed a line. This was where he’d tell me to fuck off and back the hell up. I didn’t think he would, though. He was wound so tight with need, he practically vibrated. The urge to pull him against me and stick my tongue down his throat was strong. But he had to give me the reins. I held my breath and waited for him to decide what came next.
James nodded. “Y-yes. But then he stops.”
I stopped. I raised my hands, noting his unsteady breath when he opened his mouth and closed it…twice.
“Good call. If it were me, I’d tell him to undress himself. Slowly,” I said in a huskier than normal voice.
“Yeah. It’s a balance of power. It’s given freely…with trust. He wants to please his lover and himself at the same time. Am I right?”
He licked his lips. “Yes. That’s it. He’ll tell him to take his clothes off. One piece at a time. He’ll demand it.”
I pulled the script from his hands, fixing him with a no-nonsense look before inclining my head meaningfully. “Unbutton your shirt, James.”
“Me? What are you—what are we doing?”
“What do you want to do?” I countered. “Be honest.”
“Okay. I’ll go first.” I dropped the script on the side table, then brushed my thumb over his stubbled chin. “I want you.”
“But you don’t know me.”
I flashed a pirate’s smile. “You’re right. That doesn’t change anything.”