Samhain Publishing

“Sins of the Past” by Amanda Young
Genre: Gay-Lesbian Romance, Red Hots!

ISBN: 1-59998-599-3
Length: Novella
Price: 3.50
Publication Date: September 18th

Two men bonded by love. A long forgotten secret neither knew they shared in common.

Andrew Vought is a wealthy single parent who’s all but given up on love. Ryan Ward is an up-and-coming landscape architect, who’s never believed true love exists.

In each other’s arms, they find the love they’ve sought. But can a budding new love survive the secrets both men harbor?

Excerpt © Copyright 2007 Amanda Young

“Daddy!” Katie ran up and threw her arms around Andrew, practically knocking Ryan out of her way to get to her dad. “Shawn’s puppy is so pretty and cuddly. Can I have a puppy? Can I, please? I’ll take extra good care of him and I’ll—”
Andrew sighed and rolled his eyes heavenward. Ryan watched the byplay between father and daughter with thinly disguised amusement. He could remember driving his dad crazy asking for a dog too. Though his reasons for not getting a pet had more to do with their family not being able to afford another mouth to feed, even a canine one, as opposed to whatever possible reason Andrew was reluctant to buy her a pet.
“We’ve already talked about this, Katie. We don’t need a dog right now. Maybe we can get one in a couple of years, when you’re older.”
“Daddy! You’ve been saying that forever. When will I be old enough?”
“Not for a couple of years yet, sweetpea.”
“But, Dad—”
“Not right now, sweetpea. We’ll talk about it later. Now, come on over here, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
Dragging her feet through the grass, Katie trudged over toward them.
“Katie, this is my friend Ryan.”
“Hi,” she said, holding out her little hand. “My name is Katie Rhiannon Vought. It’s nice to meet you.”
Impressed, Ryan bent down and gingerly shook her tiny hand. “It’s very nice to meet you too, Katie. Your dad talks about you all the time.”
“He does?”
Ryan nodded. “Yep.”
“What does he say ’bout me?”
“Oh, well, just how lucky he is to have such a special little girl and how pretty you are.”
Katie fluttered her lashes up at him and tucked in her narrow shoulders, as if she were embarrassed by the compliment. Ryan snickered at her coquettish act. From what he’d seen so far that afternoon, there wasn’t a bashful bone in the kid’s body.
“Katie, take Shawn into the house and wash your hands. After you eat, there are cupcakes waiting for you. And, Katie, I believe Ryan left a present for you inside on the counter.”
“A present?” she squealed, her eyes lighting up.
She ran over to Shawn where he was petting his dog, and latched onto his wrist. “Come on, Shawn. We gotta go clean up. Dad says we have dog cooties.”
Ryan rose to his feet, watching as the kids ran toward the house. He distinctly heard Shawn telling Katie that puppies didn’t have cooties. Only girls had those.
“Great kid,” Ryan said, looking at Andrew.
“I know, right?”
The two of them wandered over to the table and fixed plates for themselves. Ryan sat down and ate, keeping an eye on Andrew while he fixed a plate for Katie and made sure she was settled before joining him.
Everybody, including Ryan, made pigs out of themselves on the good food. When he went back for thirds, he didn’t feel even a twinge of hoggishness. It had been awhile since he’d had a good home-cooked meal. Most of the time he lived on takeout or microwavable stuff.
His plate clean, his belly ready to bust, Ryan stretched and yawned. He looked around for Andrew and spotted him standing next to a tree, watching Nick and Jake throw horseshoes. Katie and Shawn were a little ways behind them, content to play with the puppy. Ryan felt a zing of pride when he noticed Katie held onto the toy he’d bought her and was showing it off to the dog.
Ryan strolled up to Andrew and leaned against the tree beside him. “I think I need to use the little boy’s room myself.” Ryan waggled his eyebrows. “Want to show me where it is?”
Andrew laughed. “Yeah, just let me get Jake to keep an eye on the kids while we’re inside.”
In the blink of an eye they were in the house, in Andrew’s bedroom, and Ryan had Andrew shoved up against the wall, devouring his mouth with all the pent-up desire he’d stored up since they’d last seen each other.
He hoped now that he’d met Katie, Andrew would let him come around more often. Surprisingly, it would even be okay if they couldn’t do anything sexual. Over the past few months, he’d come to realize just being in Andrew’s presence, talking and hanging out, was more gratifying than fucking someone else. He truly enjoyed being around the man.
Andrew sucked on his bottom lip, nipped it with the sharp edge of his teeth, and Ryan groaned, no longer thinking about anything but the warm, hard body rubbing up against him and the intoxicating flavor of Andrew’s kiss. He reached around and grabbed two handfuls of prime cut, grade A ass, and squeezed. Andrew must have liked that because his hips rocked forward pressing his long, hard cock right into the cradle of Ryan’s pelvis, and ground against him. His cock was engorged and throbbing, begging for the touch of something other than his own hand. Something only Andrew could provide.
Without a care for the world around them, Ryan dropped to his knees and started working at the buttons on Andrews button-fly khakis. He absently wondered if the man ever wore anything other than slacks. And then he wasn’t thinking, because Andrew’s pretty pink cock was shooting up through the opening in his fly and Ryan was swallowing him down.
He dug his tongue into the tiny slit in the head and savored the bittersweet drop beading there. Andrew grabbed the back of his head, his fingers twining in his hair, as he thrust his cock deeper into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan groaned around the smooth, spongy flesh and sucked him in, taking him all the way to the back of his throat before moving up. Again and again, he shuttled Andrew’s prick in and out of his mouth. On the upstroke, he laved the tender depression beneath Andrew’s helmet with his tongue. On the downstroke he licked and swirled his tongue over the puffy blue vein running down the underside of his shaft.
Every groan that spilled from Andrew’s mouth was a sweet benediction. Ryan could do this forever. Spend the rest of his days on his knees, loving Andrew with his mouth.