Hello! Shiloh here with more historical GLBT fun! History is boring without a little spice, right? I have a new release. It is another first for me. I hope 2016 is full of more wonderful accomplishments. See what I did there? Power of positive thinking. 🙂
I’d also like to win Powerball. A woman can dream. *Sigh*
My serial in Sexy to Go volumes 1-8 has now been released in a novel! This was a first for me. The individual serial installments were sexy short stories, but they needed a little editing to gel as a novel.
Labors of Love has been re-edited and lengthened. You can learn even more about Daniel and James. I even added some more smut! One can never have too much smut. 😉
Daniel, a member of the southern gentry, soon learns the harsh realities of being poor. His father dies with a mountain of debt and leaves him very little. Daniel sells his mount in order to keep his manservant James. He and James are secretly lovers but must hide their feelings to meet society’s expectations.
Together they must work themselves to the bone to get their farm to pay. It’s not long before their relationship is discovered by their nosy neighbor who bent on owning their land. They are separated, but it is forever? It’s up to James, a man with few rights, to protect his master if he wants to keep their love alive.
Shedding their clothes, they dove into the water naked. Daniel surfaced and let out a loud sigh. “This feels good.”
Taking his hand, James pulled him to the shadows of the river’s bend. Threading his fingers through Daniel’s wet hair and cupping the back of his head, he tugged Daniel against him. Lips close, the two men stared into each other’s eyes. Desire simmered in his blood.
“Kiss me,” James breathed.
Daniel let out a low rumble and joined their mouths in a possessive crush. James melted into him. Reaching around Daniel, he cupped his ass. He gave a firm squeeze and James moaned, letting Daniel’s tongue slide inside the sweet cavern.
While each thrust of his tongue fueled the fire in his groin, his cock throbbed eager to play.
Pulling his fingers away from James’ grasp, he turned the colored man in his arms. His erection bumped against James’ backside. Kissing his temple, Daniel whispered in his ear, “Go back to the bank.”
James frowned but obeyed, swimming over the side of the river. “We just got here.”
“Oh, we’re not done.” Daniel dug through his pile of clothes and fished out a bar of soap from his trouser pocket. Realizing he forgot to grab a rag, he picked up James’ shirt. It needed to be washed anyway. “We both need a bath.”
A grin brightened James’ tired features, his white teeth glistening in the dark.
“Front or back first?”
James sat on the bank, legs knee deep in the water. “Front.”
Kissing James as if he needed the man’s touch to live, he went about soaping his lover’s shoulders and chest. Heart pounding in his ears, he finally came up for air. His fingers trailed through the potent lather to rub his nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers until they pebbled.
James’ breath hitched. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Daniel tweaked his nipples again and James gritted his teeth to keep from making a sound.
“Someone could see or hear us,” James rasped.
“I don’t care.” Daniel knew it was a rash decision, but in this moment, he wanted to live out a fantasy with the man he loved. He’d dreamed about fucking him in the river since they’d moved here.
Daniel’s soapy hands caressed James’ torso and legs before dipping to wash his thighs. When his fingers encircled the man’s length, James’ eyes rolled back. “You’re the boss. And this feels too good to argue.”
After a couple strokes, James’ cock swelled even more, showing his appreciation.
“But you’re courting trouble.”
Daniel grunted. Whitaker was trouble. Apparently he’d had the devil on his doorstep since he bought this farm. Maybe that’s why the last owner let him have it cheap.
“Too late for that,” Daniel replied with a sly grin. “Mmm. We don’t do this nearly enough.”
“Yes,” James agreed. He supported himself with his arms behind him.
They’d both been too tired lately to do much more than hold each other. Seeing the pleasure on James’ face reminded him it was well worth the hour less of sleep.
Hand pumping his cock, Daniel relished the sight of his lover’s muscled chest and flexing biceps. Farm work had chiseled his features. James looked like a dark Adonis sitting in front of him, strong and masculine, yet tall and slender.
“You’re the only man for me, James. Always have been and always will be.”
James moaned. “Say that again.”
“You’re the only man for me.”
“Ooh. I never tire of hearing that.”
Daniel stroked the ebony cock faster and James’ smile grew. Fingers slick with soap it was hard to get good friction. He dipped his hand into the river, washing it off, and then resumed making his lover come.
Arms twitching, James’ energy and restraint gradually depleted. At last, he quit fighting and lay back in the dirt as an orgasm wracked his body. Shoving his wrist in his mouth he silenced his cry of ecstasy.
Ropes of come covered Daniel’s hand and torso.
James panted and then fell silent as he worked on regaining his composure. “God, I needed that,” he huffed.
Daniel’s heart flipped. That was just as good as a thank you. He waded deeper into the river and washed off James’ seed. When he returned, his lover was sitting again. “Now it is time for your bath.”
Daniel shook his head. “No. We’ve only washed half of you.”
“That’s true,” James said, sliding back into the water. He swam into the middle of the river, his smile beckoning for Daniel to pursue.
So that’s how it is going to be.
“You know,” Daniel said, kicking to catch up, “I shouldn’t have to catch you when you belong to me.”
James laughed and switched to floating on his back. “The chase is half the fun.” Arms plowing through the water he stayed a fair distance ahead.
Daniel eyed James’ front now on display. He stopped swimming and switched to treading water, mesmerized by the man’s powerful thighs. Time slowed. James kept swimming and he continued to tread water, mesmerized as if under a spell. Had ten minutes passed? Fifteen? While he’d gotten better at gauging time by the sun, guessing by the placement of the moon proved more difficult. He stared at James. His lover’s flaccid cock began to swell.
James swam another lap around him and then paused. “A chase involves at least two people, you know.”
“I’m well aware of that,” Daniel replied in a husky voice, “but I figured if I set the trap my prey would come to me.”
James sighed, his fun thwarted. “Be lazy if you want to,” he muttered and then threw his arms around Daniel. The weight of the man pushed them both underwater. They righted themselves and kicked with a combined effort.
When they reached the surface, still clutching each other, Daniel beamed. “We’re going back to the bank if I drag you,” he said in a gravelly voice.
James didn’t argue. He eagerly walked the shallows until he was close enough to the bank to reach out and grab hold. The man wiggled his ass and Daniel growled.
“You’re irresistible,” he said, running his hands down James’ back and feeling every muscle bulging under his calloused fingers.
“Good. I’d be worried if I wasn’t.”
Daniel swatted him across his ass. “No need to get cocky.”
“If I cowed to you then you wouldn’t want me,” James tossed back, looking over his shoulder.
Daniel grunted. They’d exchanged this banter for years and it was hard not to chortle. They both enjoyed this line of dialogue so it continued. He swatted James’ ass again. “You still don’t have to be cocky. I don’t fuck cocky men.”
James’ shoulders slumped in exaggerated defeat. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s better.” Daniel kissed his neck and felt the shiver race down James’ spine.
He retrieved the lye again and soaped James’ shoulders and back, slowly working his way lower. His massage deepened once he reached his lover’s behind. One soapy finger sank into his ass and James sighed.
“You’re going to spoil me and then I’ll be impossible to live with.”
“You already are,” Daniel replied, fucking him with his finger. Having a change of thought, he pulled out, grabbed James’ shirt and gently rinsed and scrubbed off the soap.
Dropping to his knees in the river, he licked the inside of his lover’s cheeks first, working around the hole. His tongue rimmed the hole before darting inside.
James sighed. “Oh yes.”
Daniel flicked and licked seriously now, eager to get more of a reaction from his partner. Each tiny mewl heightened his arousal. Fire licked his loins, his cock bulging.
Daniel continued devouring his ass.
James groaned his breathing heavy. “Best bath ever.”
Daniel pushed his tongue deep into the hole, striving to give him more pleasure.
(I’m still waiting for Labors of Love to pass the erotic romance/erotica review on iTunes and Kobo. I swear vendors don’t appreciate sexy anymore!)