Tuesday, June 7, 2022

OFF-LIMITS Sanctuary 1 by Gale Stanley #Gay #Paranormal #MFRWsteam

The MFRW Steam hop is a monthly event hosted by Marketing for Romance Writers. If you like your romance to sizzle, then read on. There’s lots of steamy, spicy excerpts coming your way. 

OFF-LIMITS Sanctuary 1


When Quinn Hart’s best friend died, he became guardian to the man’s ten-year- old son, Noah Stone. So far, Quinn has been able to conceal the growing attraction he feels for Noah, but now Noah is twenty-two and returning home from college. Honor still holds Quinn back from revealing his true feelings. Their community of bear shifters consider reproduction a priority, and Quinn fears they would never accept a homosexual relationship.

Noah has always hidden his romantic feelings for his guardian, but now he’s a man, and his desire is stronger than ever. Unable to handle his feelings, Noah leaves Oregon for a position in a research facility. But when Noah arrives in New York, he discovers his employer is harvesting bear bile and he’s the new source.

Quinn is determined to find Noah. But can he admit what he really wants before it’s too late?

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Noah retrieved the calendar from a hidden pocket in his suitcase. He flipped through the pages of Lumberjacks Exposed until he got to Mr. July. Calendars featuring hot studs supporting their causes were all the rage. Firefighters, cops, and cowboys brought in lots of money, so last year Oregon loggers decided to do the same.

It had taken a lot of convincing to get Quinn to pose. He was a stubborn beast, and he didn’t like to bring attention to himself or their small community, but the proceeds went to a good cause, a forestry program. The loggers and the tree huggers were always at odds, and a big donation would smooth relations between the two groups. Quinn could hardly refuse. Luckily, the hordes of tourists that Quinn feared never materialized, and the bear shifters maintained their secrecy.

Butterflies danced in Noah’s belly just from glancing at the photo, but he wanted one more thing. Quinn’s old T-shirt, the one Noah kept in a plastic bag in his suitcase. Quinn would give Noah the shirt off his back, but Noah had swiped this one from the laundry hamper. It had a picture of a big, muscular lumberjack carrying a log and printed underneath were the words Lumberjacks do it with wood. Noah held the shirt up to his nose. It still smelled like Quinn—ripe with sweat and musk. The scent was a hell of a lot better than Marcus’s cologne.

Noah went into the bathroom and locked the door. He slipped Quinn’s shirt over his head, then stripped off his boxers. As he fisted his cock, he stared at Mr. July. Bingo. Instant boner. Quinn’s black hair, dark eyes, and strong stubbled jaw never failed to get a rise out of him. Not to mention, the big bulge in Quinn’s cutoff jeans. Noah’s cock filled, and the head flushed deep purple. A vein pulsed along the length of his hard-on.

Noah yearned to have his mentor’s hands on his throbbing dick, but he had to make do with a fantasy. Noah’s thumb circled the head, and he pretended it was Quinn’s fingers smearing precum over the tip. He brought his thumb to his mouth for a taste. Would Quinn do that? Of course not, Quinn was straight. But Noah could dream.

Quinn wasn’t smiling in the picture, but he was in his element. Logging jobs were hard, but Quinn loved what he did, and it showed. A lifetime of physically demanding work had honed Quinn’s body to masculine perfection. Noah stared at the photo hungrily. If only he could undress Quinn for real.

Noah wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and dragged his fist up and down the length of his boner. It felt good. Maybe too good. He wanted the pleasure to last as long as possible, so he worked his cock slowly.

Noah thought about the day the photo was taken. He remembered how Quinn looked as he wielded the ax. The sun was brilliant and after a few minutes, a sheen of sweat covered Quinn’s body. His skin glowed, and Noah had ached to lick the salty drops from Quinn’s chest and every other part of his body. The photographer made Quinn strike one sexy pose after another as he snapped away. He grumbled and frowned, but he did it anyway. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Quinn had no idea how sexy he looked.

Noah was so hot, so hard…he started panting. The only noises in the room were his quickened breathing and the swish swish of his hand working his cock. Oh, fuck. He was so deep in his fantasy that he could almost feel Quinn’s hand on him, stroking, then tugging on his balls. Noah’s thighs trembled as his fist pumped. Up and down, up and down, up and down…

He needed to come so bad, but he tried to hold back, wanting to prolong the pleasure. Then his balls drew up tight, and he couldn’t hold off any longer. One more hard stroke and spurts of white cum splattered onto the tiles.

Noah had jerked off many times, but this felt different. It felt real like Quinn had actually been in the room with him. Noah looked around as if to make sure he was really alone.

I must be going crazy. It was maddening thinking about Quinn 24/7 and not being able to share his feelings. Making due with a picture and a T-shirt was better than nothing but still unbearable. Noah was buckling under the strain.

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