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through Remi. The command brought back the memory of last night’s fantasy. Closing his eyes, Remi waited…anticipating. His stomach tautened, making his jeans gap open a little. His hard cock strained against his jock and jeans.
Kissing his way down Remi’s neck, Jake palmed Remi’s erection, making it grow even harder.
Remi moaned and opened his eyes, surprised at how great it felt to give in.
The heat of Jake’s lips raised goose bumps on his arms. A shiver raced down his spine, nearly buckling his knees. Not only could he do this, he was damn close to begging for it.
“You like that?” Jake mumbled against his throat.
Nodding, Remi pressed his neck closer. He wanted Jake to bite him. He had no idea where the strange urge came from but it shocked him. Pain had never been his thing, but his senses argued with him that it would be more pleasurable than painful. But much to Remi’s regret, with one last kiss, Jake drew back.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Remi.” Jake squeezed Remi’s cock through his jeans.
“You would never hurt me.” It was the one thing Remi had a hundred percent confidence in.
“Mmm…” Jake unfastened and parted Remi’s jeans. When he got the denim past Remi’s thighs, he dropped to his knees and buried his face against Remi’s dark green jock. Opening his mouth, Jake sucked the shaft of Remi’s cock through the cotton.
Remi’s hip bucked and he moaned. He barely wrapped his brain around what was happening before Jake tugged the jock aside, baring his balls and prick.
After licking up to the tip of Remi’s cock, Jake closed his mouth over the head. God, had anything ever felt so good? Remi’s hands dug for purchase on the wood door, but he didn’t move them. Jake had told him not to. And why did the idea of Jake commanding him not to move his hands make Remi’s cock flex and leak precome?
Slipping down further, Jake caressed Remi’s shaft with his tongue and sucked softly.
Remi gasped and clenched his ass cheeks together. “Jake…”
“Be still, pup, and don’t come.”
Falling in love is easy. Holding on to it can tear your life apart.

Where the Heart Is
© 2009 Ally Blue
    A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story.
When Dean Delapore takes a break from Bay City Paranormal Investigations, he doesn’t expect his work to follow him to the eclectic town of Carrboro, North Carolina. The chance to investigate a haunting at the Blue Skye Inn and Winery is more than he can resist, mainly because of the inn’s owner. Deceptively shy and gorgeous, Sommer Skye is not only fantastic company, he’s the best lay Dean’s had in ages.
As Dean probes the misty secrets of the haunted inn, he unexpectedly peels away the layers hiding Sommer’s private pain. Pain Sommer’s not sure he can withstand. By the time Dean realizes just how deep his feelings for the innkeeper run, it’s far too late to turn back.
Now if only he can convince Sommer that falling in love changes everything, maybe for the better. If the bones of the past can be laid to rest…
Warning: This book contains a melancholy ghost, unusual jewelry, misuse of vegetable shortening and lots of hot, sweet manlove.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Where the Heart Is:
    From his spot at the table, Dean saw Sommer stop and speak to his friends at the door. Turning around, Kerry waved over her shoulder at Dean, then left the barn hand in hand with Ron. Dean picked up the glass of zinfandel he’d bought and took a long swallow as Sommer weaved around the emptying tables toward him.
    “Hi, Dean,” Sommer said, leaning a hand on the chair beside Dean’s. “Walk up to the house with me? I’ll tell you about my ghosts, and I can show you around if you want.”
Dean grinned at the nervous quaver in Sommer’s voice. Oh yeah. I’m getting laid. “That would be awesome. Let’s go.”
Pushing his chair back, Dean stood and trailed Sommer toward a small door behind the bar in the back. He was close enough to smell the man’s musky cologne, underlaid with a hint of sweat. Dean breathed deep, trying not to be too obvious.
They rounded the bar and slipped through the back door into the night. Hunching his shoulders against the cold, Dean gazed around the grounds. A wide, neatly trimmed lawn stretched from the barn to the vineyard. The bare vines rasped together in the light wind. Overhead, the waxing moon shed a soft silver glow over the scene. Dean found it unbearably romantic.
Moving closer to Sommer, Dean gave him his