Hearts Afire-September
For a chance at love Del is willing to risk everything: even his life.
Blurb: On Rowland Mining colony Moon Three Delmar ‘Del’ Preston responds to a mine fire. What he doesn’t realize is the fire will lead to the one thing he needs most in his life... love.
Rowland mining executive, Aaron Halford has been called a freak--and worse--his entire life. Born with psi-talent Aaron doesn’t need any added trouble in his life. But he finds trouble in the form of a mysterious man made of flames and a hot firefighter he wants worse than he’s ever wanted anyone.
The fire isn’t the only heat these two men experience. Sparks of lust ignite and burn hot for them both, but the risk of a ‘suit’ and ‘grunt’ having a relationship has consequences, consequences more dangerous than either of them realize.
Genre: GLBT (gay) scifi
Length: Anthology (Five Alarm Lover- 27,100 words)
They stood there, silent, aware of each other in a ways only two people in lust with one another could be. While Del wasn’t a telempath he could tell Aaron wanted him, the hard line of his cock beneath the pants gave evidence of Aaron’s desire.
“It can’t work,” Aaron whispered.
“I know,” Del agreed. They were right, and yet...
“Hell with it,” Del growled. He grabbed Aaron’s biceps and walked him backward into the fitting room. His mouth closed over Aaron’s, the kiss possessive, hungry. Aaron didn’t push him away or try to escape. He stood still, allowing the kiss, his lips parting under the touch of Del’s tongue.
Del kicked the door of the fitting room shut as he continued the kiss. I shouldn’t be doing this. I’d lay odds neither of us can afford the complication. But I want him, and he wants me.
Aaron’s arms slipped around his waist, the blond pressing closer, responding to the kiss. His tongue writhed against Del’s in a way which proved Aaron wanted him as much as he wanted Aaron. Del reached behind himself, turned the lock on the door to give them guaranteed privacy. He held Aaron closer, their kiss intense, heart-pounding desire unleashed. Del’s balls ached for release; he yearned to sink his throbbing cock inside Aaron’s body. He wanted Aaron now, right there in the dressing room of the Executive Suit.
The blond pressed himself tightly to Del, leaving no doubts in Del’s mind that Aaron wanted him as much as he wanted Aaron.
Aaron’s hands fumbled with the button of his jeans. Del ended their kiss, met a passion-heated gaze as Aaron looked up at him. Del wasn’t a telempath, but it didn’t take a psychic to know what the blond wanted. Not with his hands on Del’s crotch, undoing the zipper of his jeans. Hands that shook with excitement as they freed his cock from confinement.