In the not too distant future, water becomes so scarce the hunt is on for any drop on other planets. Drew and Trace, former lovers find that love, not just rain, is high at any price.
Drew Lecour was once the pride of the military, until he'd decided to leave the federation and became a rogue, selling water to the highest bidder.
Trace had a history with Drew, one that involved some hot sex and broken promises. And now, after not seeing him for years, Drew and his crew suddenly show up on a planet Trace has been contracted to protect, a planet where Drew is set to drill for water.
Trace doesn't have a choice. He has to defend the water supply. His men are waiting for their leader to give the order to kill, but he can't bring himself to do that.
So he confiscates Drew's equipment and takes him prisoner; but having Drew naked and at his mercy proves far more challenging than he'd anticipated, and then, there are others forces at play.
Publisher's Note: This story has been previously released as part of the Stealing My Heart anthology by Totally Bound Publishing.
Reader Advisory: This book contains some scenes of bondage.
General Release Date: 29th November 2010
Drew leant back against the counter, and placed the heels of his hands on the metallic surface. He planted his legs comfortably apart, allowing his head to fall back as he closed his eyes. He tried to concentrate on what Will was doing to his cock, swirling his tongue slowly around the circumference, and then licking the length of his shaft from his balls to the head.
Okay...maybe he needed a mood shift. After all, a cold sterile ancillary control pod wasn’t exactly a walking wet dream. Who am I kidding? I’m was always ready for head, always in the mood. Reaching out one long arm, his dark brown hair fell over his eyes as he reached for the panel of buttons. One of the perks of being Commander was this nifty contraption that redecorated in seconds.
Snap. Will’s blue eyes flew open and he surveyed the altered state of the control room with a mixture of awe and pleasure. It looked like a pirate’s galleon.
“You like?” Drew stroked the strong, muscled face still going to work on him. Will moaned, pulling back on the cock in his mouth and plunging back down again.
Drew grinned. Pirates. Everybody loved pirates. Dang. Not working. The blue-eyed blond on his knees gripped his hips, holding him closer and Drew grunted. It felt good...but he was too distracted. Will was making sounds which indicated that he was thoroughly enjoying his efforts. Dammit. He was hard as hell, but Will was not bringing him any closer. He needed to free his mind, but there was too much going on in his head. He didn’t understand why in hell they couldn’t find it. Pagnotella was a top notch navigator. She had always located her target. But for some damnable reason, they’d been going around in circles for the last three days.
Will came off his cock just as Drew was thinking of redecorating in French provincial. “Drew?”
Drew’s dark eyes snapped opened.
Will was sitting back on his heels. “Is there something I’m not doing? You usually enjoy this.”
Drew scowled, reaching down to pull up his pants. “Forget it. I thought it would help me relax. Bad timing, I guess. How’s Pagnotella doing with her recalibration?”
“I don’t know,” Will sighed and got up off his knees, wiping his mouth. “You want me to go check?”
“Yeah, and I need to know how many gallons we have on board. The Lukinites have an order in for thirty, and we haven’t even delivered what we promised to Mars yet.”
“Aren’t we making a stop on Devon?”
“No. They’ve decided not to sell to us anymore. I think they’re trying to go solo. They have no idea what in hell they’re getting into. The Feds will be onto them soon enough. Anyway, most likely we’ll have to go back to the reservoir on Diamond Crest for a pit stop before delivery.”
Will looked apprehensive. “I hate going there, especially this time of year. Those caves are so volatile.”
“That’s what we’re paid for, to go where others fear to tread. Now, go do what I asked you to. I’ve got a communication to do.” He grinned. “And my cock’s gonna want a rematch with that beautiful mouth...and...ah...maybe that hot ass, so don’t go far.”
Will’s beautiful mouth twitched into an involuntary grin and he disappeared through the automatic sliding door without another word.
A.J. Llewellyn
A.J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in the fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled.
A.J. never lacks inspiration for male/male erotic romances and on the rare occasions this happens, pursues other passions such as collecting books on Hawaiiana, surfing and spending time with friends and animal companions.
A.J. Llewellyn believes that love is a song best sung out loud.
D.J. Manly
I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't written and told stories. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming about writing. Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life but one does not live by sex alone. The story of how two people find love in spite of the odds is what really turns me on.
Reviewed by Queer Magazine Online
The characters in 'Stealing Rain' are well defined, but not necessarily easy to care about...'Stealing Rain' is a raw, carnal story involving rough sex and bondage.
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