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163 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 1, 2009
Summary: T.J. Jones never believed in love. A shape-shifting tomcat, he's had problems with one-night stands involving men who were horrified to find out what he was. After getting burned one too many times, he decides he'll shoot instead for becoming a grouchy lifelong bastard of a bachelor. That's before he runs into MacGowan, a smoking hot beach boy with an open heart and a sweet smile.
MacGowan, a ingenuous, open-hearted sex bomb, wants T.J.'s body, his love, his friendship, and his trust. T.J. doesn't dare tell MacGowan that he's a tomcat on the inside, but soon finds he has no choice when MacGowan's developing wizard's powers force the issue. Not only is he unwittingly MacGowan's familiar, but MacGowan's powers make him unable to control his shape-shifting.
A relationship's hard enough for an easy-going beach boy and a grumpy, closed-off bachelor. But what's a man to do when he's literally a tomcat?
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices.
Excerpt: They made it three steps into the minihallway before the smell of MacGowan, the heat rising off his skin and the nearness of his cock just barely tucked into his jeans, not to mention his roving hands everywhere on T.J.’s skin and the way they stopped step-by-step to crash their mouths together all combined in one
big burst of want and got to T.J.
He stopped and pushed MacGowan to the wall. MacGowan cocked his head, pretended to be confused, given away by the dark, wicked tilt of his mouth. “Something wrong?”
“Yes.” T.J. kissed him quick and dirty. MacGowan tasted of beer and steak, savory, good. “I’m not doing this yet.”
“Not doing what?”
“Let me demonstrate.” T.J. dropped to his knees and buried his face in MacGowan’s open fly.
MacGowan made a noise no one could describe and bucked forward. He shoved his fingers through T.J.’s hair and gripped tight enough to make his scalp prickle deliciously. “Gonna do it?” he asked, gravel-voiced. “You like sucking cock that much?”
T.J. put out the tip of his tongue and dragged it over the rise and curve of MacGowan’s darkening
erection. He tasted amazing. “What do you think?”
“Christ,” MacGowan said. He tugged T.J.’s hair. “Stop. Don’t stop. I don’t care.”
T.J. felt bigger than himself, as if there was too much need to be contained inside one body, like he’d explode. He nosed his way to MacGowan’s cockhead, took it between his lips, and sucked for all he was worth.
MacGowan’s head hit the wall with a satisfying thud. “Oh—” He gripped the sides of T.J.’s head and pushed forward. “More.”
T.J. hummed around his mouthful of cock, slid the seal of his lips down the heavy length until firm bluntness hit the back of his throat. He breathed in hungrily when wiry hair tickled his nose, and
swallowed.
MacGowan jackknifed; he would have choked T.J. if T.J. hadn’t been prepared, hoping. He swallowed again, and a second time, exultant inside his head. Long dry spell or not, he hadn’t forgotten how to do this. Made a man feel like a man.
Definitely not like a cat.
“More,” MacGowan gritted out. He drew back to thrust forward, the path slippery with spit and precum. His cock pulsed in T.J.’s mouth, heavy on his tongue. T.J. drew off to taste him and rolled the salty traces over his taste buds while he moaned and craved more, and still more.
For the fun of it—if he was going to be this crazy, he’d do it right—he dragged the flat of his tongue up the length of MacGowan’s shaft and tickled under the head, teasing the thick vein beneath.
MacGowan giggled.
Okay, not the reaction he’d hoped for. T.J. drew off with an obscene sucking pop, not sure if he should be offended but leaning strongly in that direction. “This is funny to you?”
MacGowan shook his head, but merriment brought out a dimple in his cheek no matter how he tried to hide it. “Tickles,” he managed.
Tickles? What the—oh, no no no—T.J. tested the rasp, and a rasp it was, of his tongue over his lips. Cat tongue, rough and sandpapery, and if that was what MacGowan called tickling he didn’t want to contemplate the limits of the guy’s pain threshold. He scrubbed the back of his hand over his tongue until all he tasted was his own skin and the traces of MacGowan’s fragrance, and until the flesh was smooth and sleek once more.
“Hey.” MacGowan used his grip on T.J.’s head to tilt it up and look directly at him.
The heat, the blind need, tempered by confusion—T.J. hitched forward, grunted, and almost lost it there without a hand on him, not even his own. His cock pushed insistently at his open fly, demanded to be released from the constriction, precum wet on his belly and his head swimming. MacGowan prodded the join of his jaw. “Didn’t say you had to stop.”
T.J. fought to keep it in, to rein it back. “Want to come like this?” he asked, voice wrecked from the thickness of MacGowan’s cock thrust down his throat, the rasp thrumming through his bones. “Yes or no?”
“No. Don’t want to come before I’m in you,” MacGowan said, thumbing T.J.’s cheeks. “Get up. Move. Now.”