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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
And a bit more from Chapter 25:
“Sure you don’t want that other one? He’s big an strong an got a nice big cock,” Ennis said, leaning down, whispering fiercely. “I can pull out now if you want that other one.”
“No… no…” Ellery shook his head, long tendrils of hair cascading around his face. “I want yers, give it ta me.” And Ennis pulled back, heaved a breath, and plunged in with a loud, low groan of mixed pleasure, jealous triumph and relief. He fucked Ellery with short, powerful strokes, trying to hold his hips steady and not pound up against him, listening to the tenor of his moans, reaching beneath him and clinching his balls in his fingers and manipulating them, rewarded with a sudden clenching of his sphincter, and he leaned in, now thrusting shallowly but rapidly.
“Come on, boy, come on,” he urged softly, pushing up against his ass with powerful hip thrusts, “make yerself come…” and Ellery squeezed harder, moaning constantly from the accelerated pace of the sex, his sphincter clamping down on Ennis’s shaft as his climax built and exploded, and Ennis squeezed the tight balls and thrust, hard and deep, releasing his own orgasm with a joyful cry, letting go quickly and pulling out, still shuddering, his cock dribbling come.
Ellery lowered himself onto the bed, panting. “Good god, sweetheart.”
“Hope I wasn’t too rough,” Ennis said, stroking his hip, suddenly self-conscious.
“I think I’m okay,” Ellery replied, turning, a mischievous smile on his face. “That free floatin jealousy just gets you hardern steel don’t it?”
“Yep.”
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mariez:
Hi re-readers!
Wow - you've been busy this morning, Leslie! What a great selection of quotes! Thank you.
I think Dupree needs some lessons from Ellery on how to make "free-floating" jealousy " work to his advantage - instead of turning it into an argument! LOL!!!
Just because we can't look at this too many times and it did make an appearance recently -
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 16, 2007, 11:10:47 am ---Ah, a nice picture of Ellery in his robe...
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I just checked out the picture of Gabe Blackwell in the Gallery - LOL!!!!! That is hilarious - and I refuse to believe Ellery ever gave that guy a blow job!
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 16, 2007, 10:51:50 am ---More from Chapter 23:
Jim made his way rapidly back to the bar, and Ennis felt his eyes on him.
“If he weren’t so full a his good looks it’d make it a whole lot easier ta tell em off,” Ennis said, voice pitched low enough for Dupree’s ear. At that, Dupree burst out laughing.
“So, he’s yer type, eh?”
“Maybe. If I didn’t have somebody already. But he is too fuckin nosy ta be my type if you want the truth.”
“I suppose if I was inta guys... he might be my type too,” Dupree said thoughtfully, making another surreptitious glance as Jim cleared a table and loaded a tray to return to the kitchen.
“You sayin somethin here Dupree?” Ennis peered over at him.
“Nope. Just talkin.”
Ennis nodded, an uncomfortable silence growing between them.
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I guess Dupree was saying something there and not just talking. But he didn't want to see that himself yet. Re-reading is so much fun!
Thanks, Marie
MaineWriter:
Re-readers...chapters 26-30 today
http://louisev.livejournal.com/56737.html
From chapter 26, good ol Ellie Mae and the gunslinger...
As though timed, the Sheriff’s department cruiser crunched gravel as it prowled down the alley toward them. “Well looky there,” Ellery said, smiling mischievously. “I guess yer time is up Gabe.” He signalled to the cruiser, which came on and slowed to a halt.
“Williams?” Ellery said, glancing back to see Gabe take a retreating step.
“You want this man taken in fer trespassin Chief?” the officer said.
Ellery turned and grinned at Gabe. “Gee I dunno. You trespassin?”
“Nope, just goin.” He backed away and then turned, hustling off.
“Just hover a bit, Williams, if ya don’t mind. He’s got weapons on em but they ain’t loaded.”
The uniform nodded, climbing back into his air conditioned cruiser, turning off his warning lights.
Ellery turned to Rudy. “Can’t ya find somebody who ain’t an asshole to spend time with Rudy?”
“He’s still interested in getting in yer pants,” Rudy said, ignoring the question.
“Well surprise surprise. Now ya know what it’s like ta be used. Sucks, don’t it? Do yerself a favour, don’t invite em back. He don’t get better.”
“Right.” Rudy slammed the door and hurried back up the stairs, not looking back.
MaineWriter:
Chapter 27, the car accident that Ellery runs into, on his way home...
and the aftermath...
He drove slowly as he made it the remaining mile home, and Ennis was outside, still fiddling with his water feeder as he pulled up. He got out and forced himself to a normal, but slow walk, smiling as Ennis turned.
“I heard sirens,” he said. “That took a long time.”
“I had ta handle an accident at that curve on Vine. Almost got inta it, truth be known.”
“No problems with Rudy an the pistols?”
Ellery smiled, shook his head. “Would it make ya hornier if there was?”
“I think you know the answer ta that.”
“Yeah, then there was a big showdown an I had ta call dispatch ta get em ta haul Gabe away after he made a move on me.”
“Shit. Are you fuckin with me Ellery?” Ennis moved toward him, face darkening.
“Would it make ya hornier if I was?” He faked dodging away, and Ennis caught him up in his arms, mouth on his neck, sucking, half biting.
“Ya make me crazy as it is. We just got warmed up in there before,” he said, murmuring in Ellery’s ear as he massaged his ass roughly.
“Then I suggest you stop playin with the birdies an come back in, boy,” Ellery smirked, making a grab for the bulge in Ennis’s crotch. Ennis sidestepped and seized his wrist, twisting his arm and holding it up behind him.
“March,” he growled.
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MaineWriter:
Chapter 29, Ennis makes a joke...
Ennis helped him get to the emergency desk, and the nurse looked on with concern. “Have you had a fall?”
“I ain’t checkin in,” Ellery said wearily. “I’m from the sheriff’s department,” he fumbled in his shirt pocket and pulled out his badge, setting it on the desk. “I am here ta see someone they brought in from a road accident. Name’s Bruce Eagleton.”
“Let me check on that for you Chief Deputy,” the nurse said, a little more starch in her manner since seeing Ellery’s badge. Ennis stood nearby in case he swayed or needed to be helped to a seat. She sat down and punched a red button on a phone.
“He is in a room now. If this is official, we can let you see him, but please make it as brief as possible. He needs rest.”
“He isn’t in danger or anythin?”
“You will have to ask his doctor, and only in the line of official inquiry.”
“I was the first responder, Nurse Harriman. It is part official and part not official, if you understand my meanin.”
Once again, her manner changed. “Oh, I see. So you won’t be charging him?”
“Charging him?”
She looked down at her clipboard, blushing slightly. “They said someone would be coming from the sheriff’s department for a toxicology and blood alcohol.”
“This ain’t about that,” Ellery replied, eyebrows raised. “But if someone does come an I’m in there, will you ask em to wait an talk ta me?”
“Surely, Chief Deputy.”
“I’ll need my cousin here ta help me, I am on narcotics and am somewhat impaired myself.”
“Were you injured in the accident?” she asked, brows narrowing.
“No. Mine was a few years back.”
She smiled tightly, and directed them to the room, thankfully only halfway down the looming hallway, and Ennis stepped forward to help Ellery shuffle toward the room.
“Feel like a fuckin cripple.”
“That’s cause you are. But at least yer the most satisfied fuckin cripple in this hospital right now,” Ennis joked weakly.
To his surprise, Ellery laughed out loud, then put his hand over his mouth, realizing where he was. “Yer probably right about that.”
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