Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : D. J. Manly
Word Count :37000
Publication Date :2010-08-11
Series : #
Heat Level :
Category : Erotic Romance
- Product Code: 978-1-55410-745-2
Borderline is the story of a man who has had to restrain his own passions his entire life, and of a seemingly impossible love which just won't be denied.
Dominic Hampton grandfather's founded the gated community of Hamptonville in order to keep out the ‘outsiders.' The son of a senator and of the first family of Hamptonville, Dominic's life has been all mapped out for him. In a few days, he's getting married. Although resigned to his fate, he feels the need to let loose a little when his family leave him to his own devices for a few days before the wedding. After meeting Andre Jarvis, an ‘outsider,' hired to set up the props in the back yard for Dominic's wedding, he decides to cross the borderline one night in one final act of rebellion.
“Not a bad idea,” I replied, going to sit on the sofa. I sank down into it, realising that getting up would be a challenge. I heard the water running, then music piped out of the wall speakers, soft and low. “That’s nice,” I said. Frankly I was surprised that he didn’t just pounce on me the moment we walked in. I don’t think I would have had the strength or the inclination to refuse him. Maybe I was just a little disappointed too. I needed to get past this horrible feeling in the pit of my gut, this feeling of anticipation, longing and dread. “I’m getting married next week,” I said aloud. “Of course you know that since…”
He was standing in front of me now, holding a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. “Yes, I know that.”
I wiggled a bit on the sofa, trying to put myself into an upright position. He handed me the cup.
“So, what are you doing here?”
My hand tightened around the hot mug. It was burning my hand, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t really feel it. I cleared my throat. “It’s just a cup of coffee.”
I met his eyes, beautiful blue eyes, dark and right now, impossible to read. If I could have stood up, I would have, just because I felt so vulnerable down there with him standing over me like that. My eyes went to his mouth. Maybe all I wanted was to know what it would feel like to kiss a man. My eyes moved down his chest and settled on the definitive bulge between his legs. I felt the saliva form in my mouth, my balls tightened, and I knew that wasn’t all I wanted. When desire has been repressed for so long, the power of that desire can completely wipe out feelings of guilt and fear. And Andre was everything I’d ever desired. A drop of hot coffee hit my knee. I winced, glancing at my hand to see that it was shaking. Andre took the cup out of my hand, and set it down on the coffee table. “What was the question?”
He leaned down and kissed me. Just like that. Damn, it was so easy for him. He pressed his mouth against mine and gave me the gentlest of kisses. “Dominic,” he said, moving back again, “I’ve never felt…” He stopped. “You are the last man I should want. Nothing good can come of this.”
It surprised me that he had his own reservations. I thought it was only me. The kiss lingered on my lips.
“What do you want?”
I managed to awkwardly push myself off that stupid sofa. I stood in front of him now, trembling all over. “One night,” I whispered. “One night where I don’t have to think about what I should do. I just want to think about what I want to do, and right now, I want you to make love to me.”
Andre noticeably sucked in some breath, took a step closer, and put his hands on either side of my face. He lowered his head again and kissed me. This time, it was not gentle. It was a kiss born of an evening that was fraught with anxious anticipation and…raw need. I fell into that kiss, gave myself over to it as Andre began to unbutton my shirt. I kissed him harder, hiding in it, not ready to acknowledge yet that his hands were now undoing my pants. I heard them fall around my ankles, felt his hands move down around me and cup my ass, dragging me closer to his body. His mouth slid off mine and he buried his face in my neck, dragged his lips across my shoulder. My cock was pressed against his thigh, throbbing.
He stepped away from me suddenly. I thought I’d die for a second. My body literally ached to have him near me again. He smiled and pulled his t-shirt out of his pants. I stepped out of my pants and underwear, shrugged my shirt off. I think I laughed. “Come on,” he said. He took my hand again and led me to the bedroom. Only the moonlight streamed in through the window. It was enough to allow me a view of Andre undoing his pants. He was as hard as I was, a little bigger. His cock was leaking pre-cum. I could see it glistening on the tip. “You’re beautiful.”