VolleyBalls is a whole new world for Tara Lain readers. Here's a blurb:
David Underwood needs to go to AA
– Alpha-lovers Anonymous, but his ogling of two Australian volleyball players
on Laguna Beach gets him harassed and terrified he might be in for a repeat of
his previous abusive relationship. Australian, Gareth Marshall needs to come
out. A lifetime of hiding his orientation from his best friend and volleyball
partner, Edge, as well as everyone else around him, has left him hurt and
frustrated.When Gareth gets a load of
David posing nude as the Micheangelo statue in the famous Laguna Pageant, he
knows his hiding days are numbered. But Edge has his own secrets, and may just
take them out on the two lovers. And David's ex-lover has some nasty plans of
his own. With everything stacked against them, can a flaming gay Laguna boy
find happiness with an alpha male – or two?
Leaning against the wall by the
door, blocking his exit, was "the friend." The delicious, terrifying,
dark-haired beach guy, sporting an inscrutable grin.
David, half-scared and half-angry,
demanded, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
The grin got wider showing off
white teeth that David kind of wished were the better to eat him with.
What was he thinking?
"I followed you."
"You what? Jesus, get away from
me. Let me out of here." But David couldn't force his leaden legs to get out
the damned door. In fact, he stepped back a couple feet.
The guy pushed off from the wall
and started toward him.
David put up his hands. "You're
nuts. You can't get away with beating up gay men in Laguna. This isn't some
Neanderthal country. You'll get arrested, do you hear me?"
The guy paused and frowned. "Who
said anything about beating you up?"
"How about your fucking friend?"
The guy started toward David
again. Shit, when you didn't want them there were six guys in line at the
urinal. Now? Nobody.
"Hey, he's not me. Understand?"
It sounded like understend.
The guy reached him and David
pressed back against the wall. Trapped. Maybe he could slip to the side. David
turned his head, but rough, callused fingers touched his cheek, then began a
slow, exploratory caress over his cheekbones. "So perfect."
David gasped. What did the guy
say? "What?" He turned only his eyes toward the Aussie and saw him gazing at
David's face like some painting in his gallery.
"I saw you last night. At that
art thingy. I thought you were perfect. These cheekbones, That ass. God, I
wanted you so bad."
What? What the fuck? Of all the
fucking nerve… David shoved off the wall, hands firmly planted on his hips.
"Are you trying to tell me that you're gay? Running around harassing innocent people
with that band of delinquents, and you're a closet fag? Give me a break!"
"No, mate, give me a break." And
the guy's hand slipped around David's head and pulled him straight into strong
A seeking mouth closed over his
lips and the first touch robbed him of air.
David would have sputtered if he
could breathe. His hands came up to push the guy away, but shit, the Aussie was
strong. Those big hands held him still, not hurting him, but not letting him
go, and soft, oh-so-soft lips stroked back and forth against David's closed
mouth. Then he felt a gentle tongue teasing at the tight seam of his closed
He tried to push away, honest he
did, but oh my God…He moaned. This shouldn't feel so good. The guy was a poser,
an identity thief. David couldn't want a man like this. Not again.… But he was
hungry and those lips were a feast, a meal of luscious, delicious sweetness he
hadn't tasted is so-o-o long.
Maybe never. The tongue teased
and pressed persuasively. Resist, resist…
Total surrender. David's lips
parted and that hot tongue pressed deep into his mouth. Every dormant cell
flamed to life with heat and feeling, his cock leading the way. He couldn't
think. Too much smoke from the fire.
His hands slipped into that dark,
silky mane as David fit his mouth more perfectly to the Aussie's. That
marauding tongue explored until it caressed David's completely, teasing and
dominating. A rough hand grabbed his butt and pulled him onto his tiptoes until
his cock could fit beside the bigger man's. Hard. Hot. They both went nuts,
rubbing their cocks together. Oh shit, it felt good. He tasted so good.
Pictures formed in David's mind. Him dropping to his knees and sucking until
the man's eyes rolled up in his head. His body draped over the sink with the
Aussie's hot cock buried in his ass. Oh God, he wanted…
What the hell? What was he doing?
Crap. No. No.
He ripped his mouth from the
guy's. The sheer unexpectedness of it gave David momentum to break away and
take a few quick steps toward the door. "No, asshole. Get away from me. I do
not do this. I don't go with men who aren't proud of who and what they are. Not
anymore. Never again. Go back to your closet and play with your volleyballs."