Please?  LMAO.

My story, Del Fantasma: Tie Me to the Bedpost has been accepted by Aspen Mountain Press!  Wheee!!!!!

Want a little taste?  A tiny little tease?

Unedited Excerpt, (c) Celia Kyle, 2008.

Tie Me to the Bedpost

1/2 oz Malibu® coconut rum
1/2 oz Midori® melon liqueur
1/2 oz sweet and sour mix
1/2 oz lemon vodka
ice cubes
2 men who love women… and each other
1 woman who loves it all

Shake with ice, strain into a whiskey sour glass, and serve.

Ian fell into bed the moment he emerged from the bathroom.  Water still clung to his skin, but he didn’t care.  Damn, the night seemed to have gone on forever. 

Woman after woman flashed him their cleavage while more than one man eyed him below the waist.  Damn it all.  Didn’t they know he was as good as mated to Chris?

Fuck no, they didn’t.  Because he and Chris hadn’t actually mated.  Sure they’d sucked and humped, but no fucking had occurred.  Regardless of the frequent orgasms Chris gave him, Ian still seemed to have blue balls.  He needed to sink his cock, and incisors, into his mate.  Soon.

It had sounded good in the beginning.  Ian’s homo-phobic mate had been freaked to find himself attracted to guys.  They took it slow, spending time together.  He let Chris get used to having him around.  Soon, their casual brushes of skin against skin turned into hand-holding.  It wasn’t long before Ian finally stole a kiss from his mate.  And then, he’d had him.  Or so he thought.  Six months and Ian still hadn’t convinced Chris to let him love him like a mate should.  Six.  Months. 

Soon, even a woman would look good.  Hell, a woman had looked good tonight.  With her tight, dark brown curls and smooth chocolate skin.  Before Chris, Ian had always had a taste for chocolate.  Even before he figured out that men did a bit more for him than women, he’d enjoyed reveling in the differences of his pale skin against a darker woman’s. 

And the curves the woman had!  Everywhere.  Not just big breasts or a rounded ass, either.  She had luscious lips, a round face, breasts that looked to be more than a handful and a tiny waist that flared to a wide set of hips.  What made her perfect was her rounded ass.  Too bad he hadn’t had a quarter.

Just the mere thought of her as he visualized her nude body in his mind had his cock growing stiff.  Still nude, he didn’t hesitate to palm the hardening flesh between his legs.  He stroked his dick from base to tip and back again.  Closing his eyes, he imagined her delicate hand encircling his erection.  Regardless of her abundant curves, she’d been short, almost petite.  He didn’t think her hands could span his cock, but she’d try.  Yeah, she’d try. 

Ian widened his legs on the bed, letting his balls rest against his ass while he stroked his cock.  Fully erect now, droplets of pre-come seeped from the tip as he imagined the stranger between his thighs.

"Starting without me?" 

Ian smiled.  Eyes closed, he nodded to Chris, sensing that his mate stood only a few feet away.  He could hear the hitch in Chris’s breath when Ian tugged his own cock and he loved being able to cause such a reaction.

"Yeah, but you can finish with me."  Ian opened his eyes and found Chris’s cock at eye level as his lover stroked himself.

"Don’t mind if I do."  Chris stepped forward and slid the tip of his cock across Ian’s lips. 

Normally, he’d open his mouth and gladly welcome Chris into him, but tonight was different.  Thoughts of the mystery woman had him thinking of lover’s past and Ian realized that while he and Chris may have deep feelings for one another, they weren’t truly lovers.  That was going to change.  Now. 

Ian pulled back, putting space between his mouth and Chris’s cock while shaking his head.  "Not tonight."

"What?  You want me to suck you first?"  Chris smiled and seemed amenable as he moved to sit between Ian’s thighs.  Ian wouldn’t let him. 

"No.  Nothing’s happening tonight unless it’s actual sex.  Not oral sex, but sex sex."  Ian’s cock was rapidly deflating over the mounting tension, but he didn’t care.  They’d avoided this last step in sharing themselves for long enough.  They were mates, damnit.  It was time they started acting like it.

Chris’s face grew red.  Yeah, his mate was pissed all right.  "What?  Now you’re forcing the issue.  When we got together I told you I wasn’t gay, Ian.  I told you this was all new to me and you said we’d work through it together.  Now you’re giving me an ultimatum.  What gives?"

Ian sprung from the bed, anger coursing through his veins.  "What gives?"  He snorted.  "What gives is that I’m tired of having half of a mating with the fucking man I love.  That’s what gives.  Asshole."  He shoved Chris, angry that the man couldn’t see how much he cared for him. True, they’d never said the words, but surely Chris saw the feelings they shared.  Right?

"Asshole?"  Chris shoved him and Ian took a step back.  "Fuck you asshole!  You never said you fucking loved me, dick.  Think I’m gonna give my ass to whoever the fuck comes by?  Fuck no, I’m not."

"Well I do.  So walk the fuck out or bend the fuck over."  Ian growled.  The anger in his veins was quickly turning to arousal now that he knew what had been holding them apart.  Three little words had kept them from enjoying each other fully. 

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them.  Chris didn’t back up, but he remained tense, fists clenched at his sides.  Ian reached for him and Chris didn’t move a muscle.  "What’ll it be, baby.  Gonna bend over or should we stop fucking around?"

Chris growled in response, causing Ian to chuckle.  Stubborn bastard.  "What?  Wanna hear the words?"  At Chris’s nod, Ian continued.  "Love you, Chris.  From the moment you promised you weren’t gay while I swallowed your cock and you shot your load in my mouth.  Loved you ever since."

"Now that’s just romantic as hell, fucker."