Excerpt of Through Neon Eyes: Breakthrough by Michael Barnette
Book Five of the Through Neon Eyes series
Available from Mojocastle Press LLC
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Bells returns to the LCFree while Jessman deals with the backlash of his inattention at work. What will the two men do in order to stay together despite the different worlds in which they live? And how far is Bells willing to go in order to assure David's safety?

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David's hand closed in the gunwhore's braids, fingers wrapping around a handful of them and pulling hard, dragging the smaller man closer. He set his mouth over Bells' lips in a searing kiss, felt the killer giving himself to the kiss, passion meeting passion in a blaze of mutual desire. He pressed his thigh between the gunwhore's thighs, felt a hard cock grind into the muscle of his leg as a honey-sweet moan of need slid between his lips from the zoner's throat.

Arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace, firm lips parting to admit him. Their tongues twined, danced, tasted, a shudder passing through the smaller man in his arms as he pulled on the braids and found another soft gasp of pleasure reverberating down his throat.

Bells wanting him.

Gasping for air, Jessman stepped away, broke the kiss. “I want you in my bed, and I want you there now!” A demand, hungry, possessing. David still had a fist full of braids and he pulled as he took a step toward the hallway, toward his bedroom.

The gunwhore didn't budge, blue-flame gaze regarding Jessman from behind the tangle of braids over his face.

He pulled harder, watched as the man's blond head moved with the action.

But the rest of Bells was unmoved.

Cobalt eyes regarded him, Bells' face unreadable. No trace of the desire that stiffened the gunwhore's dick under the leather showed on the still as a statue's face.

Jessman should have feared that cool look, should have taken it as a sign to be more cautious, or to back off altogether from his course of action. But his day had left him in a highly charged emotional state. A frame of mind ready to take risks. Dangerous ones.

Between one blink and the next Jessman found himself knocked painfully to his knees, his tie gripped in the gunwhore's fist and pulled tight like a leash, the slender blond leaning over him, glaring steel-grey anger.

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