Here is a SNEAK PREVIEW of my latest manuscript, ACCIDENTALLY BEAUTIFUL, A 1Night Stand Story.
I don't have a cover yet, but if you enjoyed BEAR IT ALL, you are gonna love this super sexy, sweet D/s story which follows the hot, tropical one night stand of Garret Fisher (friend of John, the bear in BEAR IT ALL) and Martin Baird (the concierge in Wendy Burke's 1Night Stand book THE ONE HE CHOSE)
ACCIDENTALLY BEAUTIFUL will be available March 6th from Decadent Publishing. Thank you so much, Kayla for sharing the first preview!
~ Deanna
Romance with Spice....Love without Boundaries
Maybe night should be blamed—the way a man could hide in its shadows—the alcohol or the mysterious, sweet smoke in the air, but Martin silenced his protests and allowed Garret to lead him onto the dance floor.
Taking hold of his hips, Garret began to sway to the tropical sounds of the small band playing steel drums and guitars while the singer filled the bar with his sultry tones. Martin remained still, feeling foolish as men moved like liquid sex around them. While the sight aroused him—or could it be the taste of tequila and Garret still in his mouth?—he felt grossly inadequate. Having been trained in classic dance only, this grinding was completely foreign to him. Sure, he’d seen it, but such dancing had been designed by the trendy, those with rhythm and confidence.
A familiar panic grew inside him, but then Garret’s masterful eyes twinkled out from behind his glasses. “Trust me, Marty. I got you.”
Despite being scared of where they were and what he already felt for Garret, the tension in Martin’s back eased the instant Garret took his arms and placed them around his neck. Heart pounding, Martin buried his face in his strong neck, stubble scratching him, beard tickling him. Unbelievable gratitude and attachment swept over him, and he relaxed into Garret, allowing him to roll their bodies as he saw fit.
How had he managed to stumble across this glorious man today? Moving to the exotic music, he decided he didn’t care what beautiful accident had brought them together. He closed his eyes and went with it. Though it might sound crazy, he felt safe with Garret.
He trusted him.
The tempo of the reggae tunes and beat of their hearts set the rhythm of their bodies. Garret slid a leg between his thighs, flush to his balls, and began a sensual undulation of hips, gripping Martin’s butt and pressing their groins together.
Damn, he loved how those big hands almost covered both his cheeks.
Squeezing, Garret pulled his ass open a little bit, and Martin moaned at the delicious stretch of tender skin. Their hard cocks rubbed together as they moved, exciting his blood. He’d never danced with a man before. Like making love on a dance floor, fully clothed, with no one staring, judging. Two men doing something straight people took for granted all the time. It was sheer heaven.
Garret whispered his name and when he raised his face, Garret claimed his mouth—no foreplay of lips this time, just raw hunger. Whimpering under the dominant way he fucked his mouth, Martin arched into him, craving closeness to this force of sexual heat and power. Though, the only way to be closer would be naked with Garret buried deep inside him.
Fire scorched his middle, and he found himself thrusting in time with the music, begging for what he suddenly needed—to be claimed in the most carnal way. Garret ground their erections together, his hands clutching and drawing Martin closer still. Their breaths came rough through their noses, as if neither wished to break the connection of their mouths. Hunger, electric and wild, raced through him when Garret trailed frantic kisses up his neck, over his jaw, finding erogenous zones heretofore undiscovered. He trembled when Garret sucked on his earlobe, taunting him with what his mouth might do to his dick.
“You taste so good, Marty. I can’t wait to eat your ass,” Garret murmured in his ear. “Taste your cum.”
A violent thunderbolt of desire ripped through him. “Bloody fucking hell! Aye, please… I want ya, too…soo verra much.”
Garret jerked his head back. “What did you say?”
“Aye,” Martin pleaded, unbearable craving consuming him. “Evera thing ya said. I want it, too. Please, sir….”
“Where are you from? I’ve been trying to place your accent all night.”
“Scotland.”
Garret groaned, his grip on Martin’s ass tightening. “That is so fucking hot,” he said, dragging him off the dance floor, and once more into the unknown.
He didn’t resist. Rather, just like he had been doing all night, he ran after him, a dog in heat. “Where are we going, sir?”
Whirling on him, lust blazed in Garret’s face. “To find somewhere I can get your dick in my mouth.”
“Um…right. Okay.”
Martin had no idea where Garret led them, but he didn’t care. He didn’t give a damn about the groans coming from the shadows behind the bar, propriety—nothing. Nothing mattered but being with Garret.
Halfway to the beach, past tall grasses flickering in the breeze but still within plain view of the patio above them, Garret pressed him against the rail lining the path, kissing him with a sudden passion. Formidable hands cupped his face, and Martin groaned, his entire body hungry.
Despite the pleasure of Garret’s teeth nipping at his neck, his mouth sucking and drawing up a love bite, Martin could not ignore the sounds of men laughing and dancing on the patio above. When he glanced up, he caught a guy with a beer watching them, smiling.
“Garret…people can see….”
“So?” He stroked Martin’s chest, making it extremely difficult to think. “Maybe I want them to see.”
“But….”
“Shhh,” he whispered, his lips feather-light on Martin’s neck, hands snaking down the back of his waistband to grip the bare flesh of his ass. “Maybe I want them to see you’re mine.”
His fear dissolved at that word.
Mine.
Garret kissed him then. Lost to his power, Martin closed his eyes and let his mouth hang open so Garret could do what he chose. He would anyway.
Which was just how it should be.
No one had kissed him so thoroughly before, taking his time, exploring the inside of his mouth, and lips, licking him everywhere and leaving him breathless. He held still, savoring and being savored, while Garret taught him a whole new definition of oral sex.
When Garret retreated to catch a breath, Martin’s tongue followed, needing more. Garret flicked it with his own, then sucked on it, teasing it like a glans. Martin whimpered, his dick so hard it had become painful. The fervent way Garret caressed the length of his back made all the skin on his body tingle. His thumbs slid to the front of Martin’s trousers, brushing his abdomen as they fiddled with the button.
“I’m gonna blow you.”
Martin shivered, loving the coarse, American terms, the sinful promise in his tone.
Until reality hit him.
Fear cut through his passion fast, and his eyes went to the men on the patio, some of whom had paused to watch them. When the weight of what Garret intended hit him, he gasped, arching away. “Right here?”
Garret’s grip on his waist tightened, his expression heavy with carnal authority. “Right here.”
“But—”
Another impassioned kiss cut off his protest.
Martin whimpered under the assault of mouth and tongue. Damn, he would sell his soul to Garret if he would promise to kiss him like this forever. His resolve dissipated, and he swayed his hips to the rhythm of the music drifting out from the bar, his reasoning power obliterated as his dick took over all normal brain function.
My God, what is this man doing to me?
Garret withdrew, turning his hat backwards and tucking his glasses into the V of his collar. “Trust me, Marty.”
Breathing heavily, Martin’s eyes darted to their spectators.
Garret tsked. “Only me, Marty. Only look at me.”
Unsure, terrified—and harder than he had been in all his life—he nodded, attention locked on Garret kneeling in the sand before him. Off in the distance, he heard someone say, “Get a load of that.”
This can’t really be happening….
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You can find Deanna's other spicy stories at decadentpublishing.com or Amazon.com.
Stay tuned for ACCIDENTALLY BEAUTIFUL March 6th!!!
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~Deanna Wadsworth~
Romance with Spice... Love without Boundaries
