I almost always start the day by not starting the day. I love to sleep in. I mean, I love to sleep in. I’m an Olympic Champion sleeper. I like my sleep! I’m also frequently up late on weekend nights. If I’m not socializing, I’m writing into the wee hours, so I like to catch up on that sleep the next morning.
While it’s nice to make Sunday a writing day, more often than not, it’s barbeque day. My husband has an extensive family that includes grandchildren (they’re all his!). He likes to have people over to enjoy our fairly large backyard. I have four dogs who adore kids, so they think this is great. These days are so typical of the So Cal backyard family barbeque. We serve tri-tip, hamburgers, hotdogs, and chicken. The adults sit around and drink beer while the kids run around the grass playing the various games Hubby has bought just for this purpose. It’s messy, it’s noisy and it’s chaotic, just like it’s supposed to be.
There are the Sundays where I get to indulge my ‘fangirl’. A group of us gather at a friend’s house, we eat a lunch we try to make healthy, then gather around the widescreen TV. We indulge in marathons of episodes of fannish shows we love, we haven’t seen, or that one of us is sure the others will love. It’s not just watching and giggling, either. We pause the action and debate what it is we individually interpret. It’s stimulating and it’s fun! Besides, Doctor Who is best enjoyed in groups!
I do always manage to get some writing done later in the evening, though. After Hubby goes to bed, I get a few hours in, before I finally have to crash. I have that pesky day job, come Monday morning. There are the lucky Sunday’s where I do manage to get it all to myself to write and I cherish those days. I sure do get a lot done! Mostly, though, it’s about friends or family, just like most people.
Kage is a Marine, newly returned from Afghanistan and having difficulty adjusting to being home. He tries to decompress with a quiet, solo trip to Puerto Vallarta.
Zach is newly graduated from college and facing the realities of adulthood and beginning his new career. Their mutual attraction is immediate and intense. Zach is undemanding and seems to understand what Kage is going through. Kage has the physical strength that Zach desires, as well as the strength of character to let him be his own man.
Their summer vacation romance sizzles, but when the time arrives for Zach to return home, will either of them be willing—or able—to walk away?
With his hands and his mouth, Kage encouraged Zach to kneel. It was far easier than he’d anticipated. Zach eased down onto the sand, and Kage eagerly followed him. He pulled Zach’s shirt up over his head then guided him to lie back.
Kage covered Zach’s body with his own. He gasped into Zach’s mouth at the feel of warm, naked skin against his chest. Burying his fingers in Zach’s hair, Kage held him steady for bruising kisses. Zach’s legs wrapped around his hips, and his arms slid around Kage’s back. Hesitantly, Kage pressed his fully hard cock against Zach. He moaned low in his throat when Zach eagerly pushed his own erection into Kage’s hip.
A gentle breeze drifted over them, and Kage realized how overheated his skin was when he was suddenly chilled. A shiver ran through him, but it was as much desire for the man beneath him as it was the cool air.
Zach’s hands came up to clasp Kage’s head and tilt it back. He choked on his own breath when Zach licked along the pulse of Kage’s throat. Zach’s breath was hot where he exhaled against the wet flesh. Kage’s blood rushed into his ears but was still drowned out by Zach’s harsh breathing.
“Fuck!” Kage gasped when Zach’s teeth sank into his earlobe. His fingers clenched in Zach’s hair when his tongue dragged along the shell of Kage’s ear.
Kage’s chest heaved as he dragged in each breath. He lowered his head and sank his teeth into the join of Zach’s neck and shoulder. A violent shudder ran through Zach’s frame and gooseflesh rose on his skin.
“Oh, Christ,” Zach whispered against Kage’s cheek.
Kage pressed his mouth to Zach’s once again. It was off-center in their desperation, wet and sloppy. Zach’s hands left Kage’s head and found his ass, gripping hard and pulling their hips together firmly. The pressure was excruciating. Kage’s erection throbbed against his zipper. He ached to take himself out, to feel the cool air and Zach’s strong hands on his heated cock. Kage felt Zach pressed against him, and he knew Zach was as hard as he was.
Zach broke their kiss on a gasp. “I wanna touch you.” His hands reached around for the button of Kage’s jeans.
It was like he could read Kage’s mind, and it was as scary as it was so very easy. “Yeah, okay.” Pulling back slightly, Kage reached to try to help, to try to speed up freeing his cock from the tight confines of his clothing. They were both clumsy in their eagerness. Kage thought his own hands might be trembling.
Zach impatiently pushed Kage out of the way. Kage held his breath as Zach’s hands still fumbled at his fly. When Kage’s cock was finally out of his jeans and in the palm of Zach’s hand, he shuddered at the firm touch. He couldn’t move. His eyes slowly closed at the exquisite feel of Zach’s hand on him. He held himself very still, struggling for control.
“God, you’re hot,” Zach said, sounding breathless.
Kage clenched his jaw as Zach’s hands stroked and squeezed him. He didn’t understand the wonder in Zach’s voice. He was just a rough, unshaven grunt.
Glancing down the length of their bodies, Kage blew out a breath at the sight of Zach’s hands touching him. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. Suddenly, he needed to touch Zach in the same way, to bring him the same pleasure.
Sitting back on his heels, Kage awkwardly tugged open Zach’s fly. Easing Zach’s erection out into the open air, he stroked firmly and heard the low groan that told him he’d done it just right.
Propping himself on one elbow, Kage aligned their hard cocks, head to base, and wrapped his free hand around them both. One of Zach’s hands joined his. Kage gave an experimental thrust of his hips. Sensation jolted up his spine and it felt like sparks were exploding inside his skull.
Kendall McKenna’s first work of fiction was written at the worldly age of nine, and was a transformative work that expanded on the story told in a popular song of the time. She tried her hand at vampire and cowboy fiction, winning high school poetry and short story contests along the way. It wasn’t until she discovered the world of m/m erotic fiction and found her stride with cops, Marines and muscle cars, that she felt inspired to share her stories with readers who enjoy the same things. Kendall was born and raised in Southern California, where she still lives and works. A non-conventional relationship has kept her happy for the last decade. Her four dogs enjoy it when she writes, as she sits still long enough for them to curl up around her.
Her first release, Brothers In Arms, as well as the soon to be released Waves Break My Fall are available from Silver Publishing.