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
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 31k
Genre: Romance, Bisexual, Holiday, Age Gap, Weekend Romance, Gay Romance
Synopsis
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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Excerpt
“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.
“You would?”
“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.”
“I…I…uh.”
“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.”
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