He's Gone Home
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : A. J. Llewellyn
Word Count :30912
Publication Date :2018-06-08
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-4874-2066-6
Diego Cabrera thought his turbulent life in Ventura was behind him.
Diego Cabrera gave up his life on the police force, drugs, drink, and a toxic relationship with his family to start a new, sober existence in Hollywood with a fantastic job in creative development at a major studio. But the opportunity for a blind date leads Diego back to the beach and a catastrophic decision to try Tokyo Tea.
Diego's quickly arrested and charged with a DUI. Ventura is notoriously tough on drunk driving convictions, and in spite of it being Diego's first offense, he's given 48 hours in the slammer.
Petrified that his new carefully crafted world is about to be destroyed, Diego receives unexpected support from the sexy Vincent Eagle, the probation officer with whom he had the blind date. Can Diego juggle his newfound feelings for Vincent, memories of an abusive father, his job with a volatile boss, and remain sober? And why did he go home in the first place?
This book has been previously published and re-released.
Diego pushed back his chair and hurtled himself into Vincent’s arms. “Please tell me I’m not going to wake up and find you’ve been a dream.”
Vincent pulled Diego onto his lap, his face creasing into a grin. “Should I pinch you?”
“No. Don’t do that.” Diego settled in Vincent’s arms. “Why don’t you fuck me? Hard. That’ll convince me.”
Vincent dropped his fork on his plate and tried to move Diego from his lap.
“Stay there,” Diego commanded. He slid off Vincent’s lap and knelt beside him. He retrieved Vincent’s dropped napkin and placed it over the man’s hardening cock. Diego was hard. Diego pushed him back onto his seat. He knelt beside Vincent and began running his hand over the soft cloth. Vincent moaned softly as Diego’s fingers traced over the thick shaft hidden from view. He stroked down, and Vincent’s hips bucked a little.
Diego played peek-a-boo with Vincent’s cockhead, pulling the napkin down a little, then covering it up again. He wrapped the now fully erect shaft in the napkin, squeezing the fabric around Vincent’s balls.
As Vincent squirmed in his seat, Diego kept up the pressure on Vincent’s balls. He tasted drops of pre-come and slurped at them, then covered the man’s shaft again, squeezing, stroking, taking his time.
“That feels…unbelievable. Diego—” The helpless look in Vincent’s eyes tore at Diego.
“I’m gonna get the rubbers, don’t go away.”
Vincent shook his head, mute, as Diego ran from the room…