one of those old buildings with over four floors. A guy was trapped up on the third floor and before we got there one of his colleagues went back in the building to drag him out. Something inside that man—a courage, a duty, a friendship, I don’t know what—made him go into a building with a raging fire. Neither man made it out. That man running into a fire was possibly the bravest thing I had ever seen and it stayed with me. Then you…” Max stopped talking for a moment. He wasn’t entirely sure he was making the right point. “You went in to get Mike out. You didn’t have to, but you did.”
“I’m a cop—” Finn started.
“First responders. It’s what we do,” Max finished.
“Max—”
“Finn, stop, okay? See what I said. I would have done exactly the same for Daniel or Kieran—does that mean they are lesser men?”
“No, but—”
“Trust me when I tell you this. When you opened your eyes in the ambulance and looked up at me, I fell right damn slap into lust with you, and when I got to know you I fell in love.”
“Because you feel responsible for me—”
“Damn you, Finn Ryan,” Max said. In a second he had Finn pressed to the wall and this time Finn didn’t resist but melted back against its support. Roughly Max pushed up Finn’s dark blue shirt and loosened his gun belt. The noise of it falling to the floor was loud in the quiet room. “I love you.” Finn didn’t immediately respond and Max took the silence as an opportunity to kiss Finn. He pushed and pushed until they were both hard and ready.
Finn shoved at him and at first Max didn’t let him stop the kiss in fear that he was making a decision Max wasn’t sure he could live with. Then his shoving was too much and Max put some distance between them to allow Finn to talk.
“I love you too,” Finn said simply. He was breathing heavily but there was a new peace in his expression.
“You do?” Max hated to hear doubt in his own voice.
Finn smiled. The bastard .
“I love that you didn’t give up on me.” So much emotion tinged the words. “I love your stubbornness,” Max said firmly.
“I love your stubbornness,” Finn repeated.
Max stepped back into Finn’s space and pulled him close before kissing him hard. “I love your body, I love that you are my man.”
Finn simply pulled back a little and stared straight into Max’s eyes. He reached down and ran a hand over Max’s achingly hard dick. He smirked.
“I love your hose.”
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Cowboy Lovin’: Robert’s Rancher
Amber Kell
Excerpt
Chapter One
Robert circled the spoon inside his coffee cup, watching the cream swirl. Depression sat like a heavy stone on his chest. How had his life been reduced to this? By all standards, people would consider him successful. Why couldn’t he find the perfect guy? Hell, his imaginary partner didn’t even have to be perfect—he just had to not want Robert’s money. The few times he thought he’d found a keeper had turned out to be giant fiascos. One guy had tried to leave Robert’s house with Robert’s new laptop and another had tried to sweet talk him into financing a play.
He must have a broken ‘loser alert’ sensor.
Now, at thirty years old, he lived alone and didn’t have any romantic prospects in sight since two months ago, when the last gay man he’d liked had hooked up with a sexy cowboy. Sadly, from what Robert had observed, they were ridiculously happy together.
“Hey Robert, did you like the new quiche recipe?” Tyler Remington approached Robert’s table, wiping his hands on his chef’s apron.
“It was amazing as usual.” He mustered up a smile for Tyler. It wasn’t Tyler’s fault the man had let a cowboy sweep him off his feet.
Tyler settled into the chair opposite him. “What’s wrong? You’ve been moping for days.”
Robert propped his chin on his hand. “I’m lonely,” he confessed.
Tyler gave him a startled look. “Why? You’re handsome, rich and when
“I’m a cop—” Finn started.
“First responders. It’s what we do,” Max finished.
“Max—”
“Finn, stop, okay? See what I said. I would have done exactly the same for Daniel or Kieran—does that mean they are lesser men?”
“No, but—”
“Trust me when I tell you this. When you opened your eyes in the ambulance and looked up at me, I fell right damn slap into lust with you, and when I got to know you I fell in love.”
“Because you feel responsible for me—”
“Damn you, Finn Ryan,” Max said. In a second he had Finn pressed to the wall and this time Finn didn’t resist but melted back against its support. Roughly Max pushed up Finn’s dark blue shirt and loosened his gun belt. The noise of it falling to the floor was loud in the quiet room. “I love you.” Finn didn’t immediately respond and Max took the silence as an opportunity to kiss Finn. He pushed and pushed until they were both hard and ready.
Finn shoved at him and at first Max didn’t let him stop the kiss in fear that he was making a decision Max wasn’t sure he could live with. Then his shoving was too much and Max put some distance between them to allow Finn to talk.
“I love you too,” Finn said simply. He was breathing heavily but there was a new peace in his expression.
“You do?” Max hated to hear doubt in his own voice.
Finn smiled. The bastard .
“I love that you didn’t give up on me.” So much emotion tinged the words. “I love your stubbornness,” Max said firmly.
“I love your stubbornness,” Finn repeated.
Max stepped back into Finn’s space and pulled him close before kissing him hard. “I love your body, I love that you are my man.”
Finn simply pulled back a little and stared straight into Max’s eyes. He reached down and ran a hand over Max’s achingly hard dick. He smirked.
“I love your hose.”
Also available from Total-E-Bound Publishing:
Cowboy Lovin’: Robert’s Rancher
Amber Kell
Excerpt
Chapter One
Robert circled the spoon inside his coffee cup, watching the cream swirl. Depression sat like a heavy stone on his chest. How had his life been reduced to this? By all standards, people would consider him successful. Why couldn’t he find the perfect guy? Hell, his imaginary partner didn’t even have to be perfect—he just had to not want Robert’s money. The few times he thought he’d found a keeper had turned out to be giant fiascos. One guy had tried to leave Robert’s house with Robert’s new laptop and another had tried to sweet talk him into financing a play.
He must have a broken ‘loser alert’ sensor.
Now, at thirty years old, he lived alone and didn’t have any romantic prospects in sight since two months ago, when the last gay man he’d liked had hooked up with a sexy cowboy. Sadly, from what Robert had observed, they were ridiculously happy together.
“Hey Robert, did you like the new quiche recipe?” Tyler Remington approached Robert’s table, wiping his hands on his chef’s apron.
“It was amazing as usual.” He mustered up a smile for Tyler. It wasn’t Tyler’s fault the man had let a cowboy sweep him off his feet.
Tyler settled into the chair opposite him. “What’s wrong? You’ve been moping for days.”
Robert propped his chin on his hand. “I’m lonely,” he confessed.
Tyler gave him a startled look. “Why? You’re handsome, rich and when
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