T. A. Chase

Wednesday Work in Progress-NSFW

You all might recognize these two. One of the stories I’m working on at the moment is Hearts on the Line. I’m adding three more chapters to the end, so they can get to Mexico and have a good life. 🙂 Hopefully…lol.

But I thought I’d share with you a little snippet of what I’m adding.

Hearts on the Line copyright 2013 T.A. Chase

Excerpt:

After three hours of solid planning, he sent Synder and Fanco out to guard the perimeter, and told the others to grab some shuteye. The watches would be for four-hour shifts, then they would switch off. They would stay at the house for one more day and night, then leave at sunrise the third day.

Unfortunately, traveling at night would get them noticed a lot sooner so close to the DMZ than by day, and Addison wanted to go as long as possible before any of the UEA figured out they had AFF deserters in their midst. He was willing to take the risk of being spotted in the daylight.

“I’m going to rest.” Addison stood, and poked Baxter in the shoulder. “Why don’t you come with me?”

Baxter headed out of the kitchen as Addison looked over at Markeo, who just winked at him while making a shooing motion. Thank God, his men were open-minded enough to accept what was going on between Baxter and him. Of course, Addison admitted to himself, that ultimately it didn’t matter what they thought. He would love Baxter even in the face of any opposition.

He stared at Baxter’s back as they climbed the stairs to the second floor, where they took the room at the front of the house. The children were in the back, closer to the stairs and easier escape in case someone attacked the house. As far as he and his men were concerned, the children were more important than their lives.

He stripped off his gear, piling it close to the door, but keeping his rifle with him. Baxter did the same, putting his equipment with his. Addison didn’t give Baxter a chance. He tackled the man onto the bed, and smiled as Baxter’s surprised laughter burst out.

They wrestled until Addison had Baxter pinned to the mattress. He settled between the man’s legs, then rocked his groin into Baxter’s.

“Oh God,” Baxter groaned, pushing back against Addison. “Can we fuck, sir?”

Addison nuzzled along Baxter’s jaw, then nipped his chin. “What did I tell you about calling me sir?”

“Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry.

“Yes, we’re going to fuck. I’m going to pound your ass because I want you so badly, my love.” He dove in to take Baxter’s mouth with determination.

While dueling with Baxter for control over the kiss, Addison started fumbling with the Velcro that kept his clothes on. He growled low in frustration at not being able to get Baxter naked as fast as he wanted.

He grunted when Baxter flexed, and he wound up on the bottom with Baxter straddling his hips. Before he could do anything about it, Baxter tore his shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder. Addison lifted his hands to run his fingers over Baxter’s muscular chest, but Baxter rolled off the bed to start taking off his pants.

“You need to get naked, Addison. If we’re going to fuck, I need you without clothes.”

“Fuck. You’re right.” Addison jumped to his feet and stripped, stumbling around when his pants got caught up on his boots. “Shit!”

Baxter chuckled while dropping to his knees. “Sit. I’ll get these off for you.”

He dropped to the edge of the bed, trailing his hands over Baxter’s board shoulders and caressing the outside shell of the man’s ears. Baxter shook his head, and Addison smiled. He slid his hands to rub his thumbs over Baxter’s flat copper colored nipples. Loving how they hardened beneath his touch, Addison pinched them, then added a little twist.

Hissing, Baxter yanked off Addison’s boots, then threw them out of the way. Addison spread his thighs as Baxter pushed into his personal space before dipping his head to suck Addison’s cock down.

“Holy fuck,” he swore as the head of his shaft hit the back of Baxter’s throat.

Baxter didn’t stop when Addison gripped his head and started thrusting into his mouth. Addison figured his lover would stop him if he got too rough, but he couldn’t help moving. The feel of Baxter’s tongue on his cock was something Addison would never forget, and something he wanted to feel again and again.

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