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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
And this volume ends with these closing paragraphs from chapter 84:
“What a you thinkin about?”
Ennis raised his head, blinking as he focused once more on the trail ahead, Ellery riding alongside.
“Thinkin bout Jack,” he said, letting out a brief sigh.
“Must be hard ta miss em so badly,” Ellery said.
“It’s bad and it ain’t bad. Just thinkin about the good times when we was campin. Got to have some new good times ta think about, that’s all. Ta put with the old ones. Been too long since I been out with the horses, havin good times with my darlin.”
Ellery lowered his head, saying nothing. He had told Ennis this... so that he would feel free to express the pain and grief of his loss, but also, to express the pleasure he had had from the trips he had made with Jack. It was something of a compliment to him, that Ennis would do this, too, bring him out to a campsite, make love, go riding. It elevated him, in a way, to the stature of Jack in his mind... that he was at last worthy to share the sacredness of his private world with Ennis at last.
They turned back shortly afterward, Ellery built a fire with some of the plentiful kindling and a section of log that he fed in a bit at a time as the flame caught it, and they feasted on cold biscuits and grilled hamburgers, a tin of creamed corn. Afterwards they drew together in the evening chill, and made love under a brilliant canopy of stars, the sweat of their coupling making them shiver together in each others’ arms, and through the cool, quiet night they clung together, leaving the anxieties of their new life, the pain of the days past, and their old losses, behind them, fading temporarily in the summer twilight. There would be time to worry about everything else when they returned.
L
yb:
So, we finish re-reading Book Two. Apart from re-reading the chapters, I also find reading the comments on each chapter fascinating - that's a plus from reading the print-out I have done for the books.
mariez:
Happy Thursday, everyone! Thanks again for the great quotes, Leslie!
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 11, 2007, 08:11:16 am ---Chapter 83 is full of hot goodness, I'll let someone else quote that...LOL
L
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Okay, okay! I can take a hint! LOL!!! So - from Chapter 83:
“Tell me ya like that...” he said, scraping the edge of his teeth against the tense muscle of Ellery’s shoulder, lapping with his tongue as he worked his balls, his own cock rigid and ready...
“Oh lord, sweetheart, I like that...” Ellery replied, his voice low and husky, grunting as he bucked back up. “Gimme yer cock boy...” he whimpered.
“Not yet, we got time, we got time...” Ennis murmured, nipping his shoulder softly and then licking it, and then fastening his mouth on his shoulder blade, sucking hard as he pressed hard against his ass, groaning deep in his throat. He felt his ability to hold back slipping on him. He straightened up and let go of Ellery’s hip, dipping his fingers in the Vaseline and moving off him, dragging his lubricated fingers up his perineum and then entering him, slow and relentless, rewarded by the fierce tightening of Ellery’s balls in his hand as his fingers opened him up, and smirked as the man beneath him arched and bucked against the fingers. “Yer hungry fer it...”
“Please...” came the prompt response, and Ennis responded by driving his fingers in deeper, giving him a smooth, vigorous finger fuck, feeling a sense of power and joy come over him in that moment, sliding his left hand up and over the rigid shaft of Ellery’s cock as it stabbed the air, bringing it under his control with a hard grip. “Fuck my hand boy, fuck it till ya come...” and was answered by a whimpering moan as Ellery’s hips pistoned, obeying the driving thrusts into his sphincter, and the demanding grip of his stroking hand, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress in a rigid hold, thrusting hard now against the rough surface of Ennis’s hand until his orgasm burst out of him, sudden as a mountain storm, his sphincter tensing in a series of short spasms as his cock spurted out his release.
“Oh... sweetheart....” he moaned softly, lowering his head onto the pillow as Ennis slid his fingers out of him, in the next heartbeat, pressing his wet cock against him, pressing him open once more and sliding in with a satisfied grunt. To him, nothing felt better than penetrating Ellery when he had just come, the hard twitches inside him heightening every movement of Ennis’s cock as he sank in gradually and firmly, holding his hips with each hand to keep him from bucking up or sliding down.
“Now’s time,” Ennis murmured, throwing his head back, and began to thrust, hard and deep, remembering without anguish that cool spring night when he had Jack down on the floor of this tent, smiling widely, watched his fist pound the floor as his orgasm mounted thrust by thrust... oh yer gonna feel it this time, boy, he thought, pulling back on the slender hips and ploughing in, sweat streaming down his muscular back, striving with his whole body, his whole being, to prove that this was good and right... that nothing would stop it, nothing would stop them, not even Justin Worrell.
He came with a wild cry, which echoed slightly off the rocks of the bluff, then by the wild moan of release as Ellery came again from his final violent thrusts, and Ennis released his hold on his hips, slipping his arms around Ellery’s slim torso as he pulled him down into a spooning hug, cock still hard and throbbing inside him, teeth clamping onto the tender flesh at the nape of his neck in a short, hard bite. “Oh darlin,” he growled through gritted teeth, then let go.
They relaxed together, Ennis inevitably slipping out as he softened, and pulled Ellery into his arms, nuzzling his ear, lapping at the new bite at the junction of his shoulder, smoothing his hair back as he looked down at him with molten brown eyes. “I love you ya know... ain’t nothin gettin in the way a that.”
“I know Ennis, I know.” Ellery raised a hand and stroked his pale cheek. “That was great.”
“You like doin it outdoors?”
“Yeah... only one problem,” Ellery replied.
“Whassat?”
“I got bit by that coyote again.”
Damn! Hot goodness is right!
Thanks - Marie
MaineWriter:
Re-readers, do we want to dive in right away (tomorrow) with A Second Chance? Or take a few days off? Let me know, I am raring to go, myself....
Leslie
mariez:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 11, 2007, 10:55:46 am ---Re-readers, do we want to dive in right away (tomorrow) with A Second Chance? Or take a few days off? Let me know, I am raring to go, myself....
Leslie
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I'm raring to go, too, Leslie! :)
Thanks! Marie
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