Life is a trial full of obstacles that stand between you and your goals. Do you have the courage to face your own trial?
Jace Garrison was a musical prodigy at Juilliard ready to take the world by storm. Everything he could ever want out of life was unfolding right before his eyes, until everything came crashing down at once.
With his muse gone, along with everything he loved, will Jace find the courage to move on?
Former Navy SEAL Gerard Ramhart had always played by his family’s rules and traditions. Until he fell in love with Riley Garrison. Unfortunately, before Gerard had the courage to propose to the man he loved, Riley’s life was taken away. Gerard was left devastated, with only his memories of Riley and the pain of losing him to keep him going.
One year after Riley’s death, Gerard finally makes it to Riley’s hometown in Abingdon, Virginia and meets his son Jace for the very first time. Two men grieving over the loss they shared, and during their time of heartache, something blossoms. Can Gerard help Jace find the will to live the life he’s meant to have? And can Jace find his muse and accept his feelings for Gerard, despite the fact that Gerard once belonged to his father?
Before Gerard showed up, I was an empty shell growing through life only because I had to. I had stopped caring. My eyes were always empty of emotion and I completely shut myself down. Not anymore. I found myself again and this time; I planned never to lose myself again.
I put on one of Gerard’s black tank tops and my red and black pajama pants, then stepped out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. I halted at the sight of candles lit in all corners of the suite. Soft piano music played from somewhere, and the small dining table had two plates of sesame chicken and fried rice. I loved Chinese food.
“Hey, Bluejay,” I saw Gerard standing by the entryway to the kitchen facing me with his arms crossed.
“What is all of this?” I asked in awe as I scoped the room. “It’s beautiful. Is this for me?”
Gerard stepped forward taking my hands in his and pulled me to the table. “Yes, baby, all for you. I told you we had to celebrate, so I wanted to make this night perfect and romantic for you. I hope it’s not too much.”
“No, it’s perfect.” I pulled the man down for a kiss. “You’re the best.”
We ate in silence, enjoying the soft, soothing melody of the piano, which was a nice change of pace after all the loud party music performed at the concert. We ate with one hand while our others were entwined. I couldn’t shake the joyous smile off my face even if I wanted to; I didn’t. When we finished, Gerard took our plastic plates and containers and dumped them into the trash. Then he turned to me, desire and lust in his sharp brown eyes and slowly removed his button-up shirt.
My throat tightened as I watched the fabric slip from his shoulders to the floor. Miles and miles of naked skin with tufts of dark curls exposed; heightened defined muscles flexing at my gaze. My pajama bottoms tented as my cock strained inside begging to be released. Gerard stepped forward and stood over me. He said nothing as he held his hand out for me to take.
As if I were under his spell, I offered my hand to his. He pulled me to my feet and led me to the bed. He sat down at the edge of the bed legs spread out with me standing in between them. My hands instinctively went to his hair, fingers raking along the dark curls as his piercing gaze held mine.
I thought back to the last time Gerard and I looked at each other with this much longing, back when we froze in the hallway after his shower. When the towel dropped, and we were both inches from one another, the look in his eyes burned right through my walls, and I found myself wanting to be taken by him. Back then, I fought my desires to have Gerard, but now I couldn’t imagine never wanting him; never needing him.
We said nothing as we held each other’s stare. I could see everything Gerard felt for me; the longing, the lust, the love, the want; it was all there, and it was for me. It was the most intimate experience I’d ever had. We didn’t need to exchange words because everything we could say, we said with our eyes and touches.
Gerard slowly lifted his hands sliding them in my shirt, fingers grazing up my already heated skin. He brought the shirt up, and I lifted my arms up so he could bring it over my head and off me. It fell to the floor, and his hands were once again running along my stomach, but he never broke eye contact. There was a sense of power in being the center of this man’s attention. It was intoxicating.
Gerard brought his head forward and peppered soft kisses along my abdomen and down to my hip bones. He grabbed the hem of my pajama bottoms and slowly brought them down until they were a puddle on the floor. My cock sprang up leaking with precum as I kicked my legs free of my pants and pushed them to the side. I was now fully naked in front of this gorgeous man, horny and needy.
Gerard’s hands rested on my hips, and my hands covered his. He closed his eyes as he kissed his way down to the base of my dick, running his nose along the blond curls around it breathing in my scent then licked up the shaft all the way to the crown. My body shivered, and I couldn’t hold back the guttural moans that came out of me. Gerard licked the drops of precum oozing out of the tip then wrapped his lips around the head of my cock sucking me into his mouth until he took me all the way.
JM Wolf never thought he would one day say that he’s a published M/M romance author. Having a poet for a mother and a sister who once ran a blog, it was only a matter of time before JM discovered his writing genes. In the beginning, his sole purpose in life was to be a singer/songwriter. Writing lyrics was the first step putting his thoughts onto paper. Even while singing, JM always found time to dabble with writing little short stories but never thought too much about it.
Once he reached adulthood, his music dreams left him, but not the feeling for writing down what was in his mind. However, that didn’t mean music no longer played a part in JM’s life. His debut book The Black Feather was inspired by one of his favorite songs. Whether lyrics or love stories, you will always find JM’s heart and soul in every word on paper.
JM Wolf lives in Chesapeake, VA with his husband and in-laws. When he’s not writing, you can always find him reading a good book, spending time with the love of his life, or jamming out to music. He didn’t pick the world of literature, the literary world picked him.
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