Love in G Minor has just gone live at the distributors! This is a reprint and thank you to Pride Publishing for re-releasing it for me. It has been out of print for a number of years at this point and I'm really glad to have it available again!
Stephen and Jack play a lot. These long-time lovers are constantly testing boundaries, fighting a delicious battle for control. When they meet young waiter Benji, they’re both intrigued. Such innocence doesn’t come along often and they decide Benji is the best thing on the menu.
Benji feels like he’s in over his head with this sophisticated pair, but it might be Stephen’s musical and artistic temperament that makes three a crowd. Can Jack and Stephen hit just the right note? Or will Benji end up out in the cold?
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Rehearsal went well, the Mozart as natural as breathing, once the idiot oboe player finally got her head screwed on straight
The sun was setting, there was a chill in the air, he looked beautiful—white turtleneck and slacks, hair down—and he was meeting his Jack for drinks at the Sevens Club.
Stephen hailed a cab—once upon a time he would have walked, but the violin in his hand was worth a small fortune and hell, he could afford it these days—and called Jack, making sure their plans were still on.
“Richardson.” Jack’s voice was short, hurried, curt.
“Jack?” Damn it to hell—that never meant anything good. “I’m on my way to the club.”
“Stevie.” His lover’s voice relaxed a little. “I’m wrapping things up here. We had a stock bottom out and there’s a bit of damage control to be done. I’ll be about fifteen minutes late, all right?”
Oh, now. That wasn’t bad. “Sounds good. You want a Martini, lover?”
“Yeah. And something to nibble on. I had to skip lunch. Love you.” By the time the conversation was over, Jack’s voice was already distracted again and the phone clicked off.
Stephen relaxed. If Jack said fifteen, it would be an hour and he had time to play, to explore a little.
The Sevens Club was gold and classy—a little dance floor, a class A menu and Bry, the bartender, made a perfect Cosmopolitan.
He slid into the booth in the back, making sure he was under the lights, shown off to the best advantage.
“Can I get you something to drink?” The voice was low, soft, gentle and it was only that fact that kept him from snapping. After all, it was a fucking bar. Well, the fact that the kid was cute and puppyish with wide green eyes and brown curls and a mouth that begged to be fucked didn’t hurt either.
“A Cosmopolitan, please.”
“I’ll be right back with that. I’m Benji. If you need anything else, just holler.”
A blow job, please, and then you can blow Jack while I do unspeakable things to your ass. “Thank you.”
He got a smile and a nod and the opportunity to watch that ass wiggle to the bar.
The drink was perfect, Benji attentive and pretty and managing not to annoy him. When it had been closer to forty-five minutes than half an hour, he ordered a dry Martini along with another Cosmo and an order of potato skins.
“Will you need another place setting?” Oh, clever. Cute and clever.
He nodded. “For my lover, yes.”
“And that would be me.” Jack stood behind the little waiter, towering over him.
The wee thing jumped about twenty feet in the air, dropping his pad. Oh, too cute.
“Hey, Stevie.” Jack looked good, if tired, in his dark gray suit and light gray tie.
“I… I’ll be right back with your order.” The waiter-baby scrambled and Stephen reached for his lover.
Jack nodded, mouth quirked in a half smile. “It’s looking up, though.” Bending, Jack kissed him softly, teeth dragging along the inside of his bottom lip as the kiss ended. Jack eased back, sitting across from him.
He preened, legs stretching to rub against Jack’s. “I got you an order of potato skins. It’s not caviar, but it’s something.”
“I want something so I don’t faint on you. It’s been a bear of a day.” Jack shook his head and Stephen could almost see his lover turning work off. “How was your day?”
“Luscious. The oboe player must have gotten laid—she was in tune.” He winked and took one of Jack’s hands and started massaging it.
Jack sat back, eyes softening. “Oh, that’s nice. You spoil me.”
“I do my best.” He rubbed harder, working the tense spots.
“So who’s the cute little muffin serving us this evening?”
“Benji. He’s a doll-baby, all wide-eyed and trembly.” His voice lowered. “He’d bruise beautifully.”
Jack grinned at him. “I noticed his skin was rather pale. I noticed his lips, too. And his ass.”
He grinned back. “Can you imagine it?”
“I can.” The heat in Jack’s eyes was intense. “You always find the best toys.”
“I don’t know if he’ll play, yet…”
The he in question came up, drinks in hand. “Here you go. Your food will be ready shortly.”
“Thank you,” Jack murmured, turning those eyes on Benji. “I’m sorry if I startled you earlier.”
The slender cheeks pinked, eyes dropping a second. “I… Thank you.”
“You’re new here, aren’t you?” Oh, Jack was interested, pouring on the charm, blue eyes warm.
“Yes. I came in for college.” Those eyes were so pretty, gentle.
“College? Cute and smart,” Jack teased. “What are you majoring in?”
“Vocal performance and education.”
Oh, a singer and a teacher. The kids in this city would eat him alive.
“My Stevie here is a violinist.” Jack nodded at him, eyes twinkling. Asshole knew he hated being called Stevie.
“Oh? Wow.” He got a smile, a shy look. “You look like an artist.”
He chuckled. “Thank you, I think.”
“Oh, it was a compliment, Stephen. Wasn’t it? I’m sorry where are my manners? I’m Jack.” His lover held out a solid hand.
“Hello, Jack. I’m Benji. Well, the manager here says I should be Ben, but my name’s really Benji.”
Oh, God. They could eat him with a spoon. “And I’m Stephen.”
Jack was practically purring. “Oh, Benji is a fine name.”
Benji turned bright pink. “Thank you, Jack. I should go get your food. I’ll be right back.”
Jack watched the little ass as Benji hurried away before turning back to him. “Oh, Stevie, it’s not even my birthday!”
He laughed. “Singers are high maintenance, Jack.”
“Higher maintenance than violinists?” his lover asked, one eyebrow raised.
Jack laughed, socked foot sliding along his calf. “I want to watch you seduce him, Stephen. I want to watch him kiss you with those beautiful lips, sexy body trembling at his boldness.”
“He’s got eyes for you. You have him entranced.” He spread his legs, moaning.
“I’m the main course, Stephen. That doesn’t make the appetizer any less appealing.”
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