Beer & Clay: Brewing now out!

Brewing, the fourth book in the Beer & Clay series is now out for download at Pride Publishing and all the distributors! I'm in the midst of writing the next one and there will be one more after that one.

Beer & Clay: Brewing

As the love between Toby and Damon deepens, the man intent on destroying their happiness increases his efforts.

Toby and Damon are back in Brewing, their relationship deepening more despite the continuing efforts of a stranger to bring them down.

Helping in their efforts are their best friends Peter and Christian. Peter’s new investment in a three-story building on the same block as Damon’s bar offers Toby the opportunity of having a studio close to home. It also gives Peter and Christian a home they’ve made together, which Peter hopes will bring them closer together.

A former soldier, Christian has a hard time letting go and finding his subspace. It’s going to take a lot to break the conditioning he’s learned in the Army. Peter is stubborn, though, and he’s seriously falling for his strong sub.

Will yet another attack bring down two couples this time?

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smutty excerpt:

Peter smiled at Christian and waved his hands around. “It’s ours.”

“It’s like a dream.”

“It’s not, though. This is real.” He grinned wickedly. “Do you want me to give you a pinch?”

“Bastard.” Christian laughed for him, grabbed him up in a hard hug.

He hugged Christian right back and took a kiss.

“Now we just need to furnish the place.” He’d set aside money so they could do that together, make everything theirs.

“You don’t want to bring your stuff?”

“I’m not married to any of it and I’d rather sell it and start fresh with our stuff.”

“Yeah?” Christian held his hand, eyes exploring the space.

“Yes. This is ours, not mine, and I want to be able to see that everywhere we look.”

“Ours.” Christian searched his face. “You’re sure.”

He met Christian’s gaze head on. “One hundred percent. This wasn’t a whim.”

“No. No, this is…us.”

He nodded slowly. Yes. Christian got it.

“We should have brought a sleeping bag or something so we could baptize the place horizontally.” He had plenty of vertical options, though.

“We have places.” Oh, his boy was on the same wavelength.

“I’m thinking you bent over the window seat.” He pointed to the wide ledge in the living room, looking out over the street. That would give him access to Christian’s ass,  and heavy balls. “Go on. I want to watch your ass as you walk over there.” His cock was warming to the idea, slowly filling.

Christian’s cheeks went pink, but he walked, self-conscious, so formal.

“Put a little wiggle in it, boy. Make your master want.”

“I don’t wiggle.”

Peter had to laugh, he just had to. Christian didn’t have airs, wasn’t in the least bit twinky and fought him on at least half his orders. Peter adored the fuck out of him. Not the least because his boy could take what he needed to give.

He began undoing his belt as he slowly followed Christian to the window seat. “Undo your jeans for me, boy. Only take the lube out of your pocket and leave it on the seat first.” And if Christian didn’t have lube in his pockets, there would be a punishment to dole out. Peter had been clear about Christian being in charge of always making sure they had plenty of slick.

“Yes, Sir.” The lube was wrapped in a plastic baggie and Peter stared a little, then fought his laughter. Only his Christian would make sure that the slick stuff wouldn’t mess up his jeans.

He had his shoes, socks and pants off by the time he was up against Christian’s back. The sweet ass was still covered in denim, Christian following his orders to the letter. He slid his hands around Christian’s waist, pushing his hands in the front of Christian’s jeans and slowly dragging them down. He bared his boy’s ass, spreading the cheeks with his thumbs, making sure Christian knew he was looking.

“I should start making you wear a plug for me. It would totally change the way you move.” He began to tap Christian’s hole with his fingers when his boy didn’t respond. He let one press against the tight little ring of muscles.

Christian didn’t tense, his needy boy having learned the pleasure his hole could bring him.

“Get the jeans off, boy. I want to fuck you.”

“Yes, Sir.” Christian wiggled, pulling  his jeans down and off.

“See?” He stroked Christian’s beautiful buttocks. “You do wiggle.”

“I don’t…” Christian shifted again.

Peter had to chuckle. “You so do.”

He slapped Christian’s ass. “Now, hands on the window seat and spread for me.”

Sean

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