Sunday, October 16, 2016

Sneak Peek Sunday: Rip Cord: The Reunion (18+ only)

The Reunion & The Weekend
Rip Cord trilogy, book 1 & 2
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, LGBTQ
Loose Id, LLC

A sudden, overwhelming urge to be completely naked with Rip grasped Gil. He would love nothing more than to have sex with Rip properly. In a bed. Not rushed. With cuddling time afterward. Gil had a feeling that cuddling and Rip just didn’t go together. His display of affection would be more like a pat on the back or even a smack on the backside.
“It was in this room I realized how much I liked men.”
His softly spoken confession caught Gil off guard. “Really? I’m sure that went over well with your teammates.”
Rip shot a glance behind him at Gil, his face grim. “They didn’t know.”
Rip finally stopped in front of the cavernous shower room. Showerheads lined all three tiled walls, and several large drains dotted the floor.
Gil had never wanted to shower after gym class. He was never brave enough to bare himself in front of his schoolmates. He had been skinny and lanky back then. He had worked hard over the years to develop some muscle and weight. He would never be as built as Rip or one of his fellow football players. But with weight gain and some working out, he had matured enough to have some lean muscle and was no longer so self-conscious of his body.
At least none of his former lovers had pointed and laughed.
“Anyway, I know what you went through. It’s too late to do anything about that now. But it’s not too late to make a new memory here. A better one.”
A better memory? Here?
Rip threw his jacket over the nearest narrow bench and turned to face Gil, hands on his hips.
“I want to see you.”
You don’t know how much I want to see you too. “You just want me to strip?”
“You do it, or I can do it for you.”
The second option sounded so much better.
Rip grabbed the bottom of his black T-shirt and yanked it over his head. He tossed it to the side.
Gil could look at his bare chest all day. Rip’s heavy muscles flexed, and he looked up to see Rip giving him a bright smile. Gil laughed.
“Do you like what you see?”
Gil more than liked. Gil wiped his mouth. He was salivating.
Rip was definitely more ripped than in high school. He had to be at least fifty pounds heavier, and most of it was muscle. Another major change was all the tattoos he sported.
Gil didn’t know much about tattoos, but Rip’s arms were full of them. He even had a few tattoos over both of his pecs. His chest only had a light dusting of hair, and Gil was glad to see he didn’t shave his body hair like so many other sports figures. He liked a man with a bit of hair.
Not that Gil was hairy himself.
“Your turn.”
Gil fingered the top button to his dress shirt. Oh God, he didn’t want to disappoint Rip. Especially now that they were in bright light. It was one thing when they had been in the dark hallway…
“C’mon. Do it.”
Gil worked one button after the other until his shirt hung open. Rip stepped closer, impatiently shoving the shirt off Gil’s shoulders until it fell to the floor.
His thought that he would have to send his clothes to the dry cleaners on Monday made him wince. That was the last thing he should be thinking about when he had his dream lover half-naked in front of him.
“Something wrong?”
Gil shook his head. “No.”
Before he could pull off his undershirt, Rip did it for him, snagging the white cotton tee and working it over his arms. When his head finally escaped the shirt, Rip was staring at him.
“I expected you to be slimmer.”
Slimmer? He was nowhere near fat. He didn’t even have a pooch or love handles.
“Maybe I mean scrawnier.” Rip splayed his fingers over Gil’s heart, his thumb brushing back and forth over Gil’s small, tight nipple. “Your heart is pounding.”
Well, of course, it was pounding, Rip was teasing his nipple. “I’m not nearly as big as you.”
“That’s good. I wouldn’t want you bulky. I look at bulky every day in the mirror.”
“You work extremely hard.”
“Speaking of hard…”
Gil automatically gazed down at the V of Rip’s jeans. He certainly was hard.
But so was Gil. Excruciatingly so.
Rip hooked a finger into the waistband of Gil’s slacks and tugged.
“Get these off. Now.”
With trembling hands, Gil released his belt, unfastened his pants, and with a push, let them fall to his ankles. He kicked off his loafers and stepped out of his pants. All the while Rip drove him nuts by flicking and tugging on his nipples.
Rip slipped a hand down Gil’s stomach and into his boxer shorts. The large man’s fingers slid along Gil’s length and down until they cupped his sac. Rip squeezed Gil’s balls and twisted his nipple at the same time, causing him to cry out. And it wasn’t in pain.
“Get those boxers off too. They hide too much.”
“And your jeans?”
“Don’t worry. We’ll get to that,” Rip answered. “Boxers. Off. Now.”
Gil shivered but obeyed, and with a yank had his boxers pooled at his feet, Rip never releasing him.
“That’s better.” He whistled appreciatively. “Damn. Why is it geeks are always hung like horses?”
“Are we? Have you had many geeks?”
Rip dropped his head so his lips were a hairbreadth away from Gil’s. “No, not many. But I have a special place in my heart—or my bed, rather—for nerds. I wonder why?”
Rip crushed his mouth over Gil’s, kissing him hard. His teeth nipped along Gil’s mouth, his tongue following, soothing the sting.
“Gil. I’m going to fuck you again,” he murmured against Gil’s lips.
“I know.”
“Do you want me to?”
Gil grabbed his own cock and palmed the hard length. “God, yes.” The blood rushed to Gil’s head as he continued to stroke his cock.
Rip leaned his forehead against Gil’s and released a noisy breath. “That’s my cock tonight.”
“It certainly is.”

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Next Sunday look for a sneak peek of The Weekend!

Book #3: Rip Cord: The Ever After releases on 11/15

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up in 2016 and 2017. So keep an eye on her website at or sign up for her newsletter.

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