Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

hated the fact that he was with you, that you loved him instead of me."
    Shocked, Daren stared up at Taylor's face. His expression was somber and a little belligerent, as if he was proud of what he'd done. Daren swallowed hard. The truth shone from his best friend's amber eyes. Taylor had hated every moment of Daren's relationship with Stone. A little demon inside him selfishly reveled in that fact. Every woman Taylor had fucked had torn Daren's heart to shreds. Knowing that his relationship with Stone had filled Taylor with jealousy seemed a fitting bit of tit for tat.
    Daren slipped his hands inside the blanket wrapped around Taylor's waist. "Do you know how much time we've wasted?"
    "Five years?" Taylor shifted his hips and the blanket slipped lower.
    "No. The five years was a test. We've been forged in the fire, baby." Daren winked and began to tug at the blanket. "No, we've wasted the last ninety minutes. We could have been in my bed screwing our brains out, but noooo. It's taken us forever to hash this thing out between us when all we really need is the bed, some lube and some condoms. Look at us. We're still on the fucking stairs."
    Taylor ducked his head and came against Daren hard, his body pushing Daren's into the wood of the stair rail as he took Daren's mouth in a searing kiss. It was not the kiss of an inexperienced man. From the press of Taylor's lips to the sweep of his tongue, he mastered Daren's mouth. He mastered Daren's entire body, his heart and his soul. If Taylor hadn't been holding him, Daren would have crumpled into a pool of want, quivering on the stairs like melting Jell-o.
    Instead of turning into a dying dessert, Daren found who he was always meant to be. Taylor's tongue slid alongside his and heat flared inside him. Taylor sucked on his tongue and his senses hummed, becoming attuned to his best friend and soon to be lover. Taylor moaned into his mouth and Daren's soul took wing, glomming onto Taylor's with an almost audible click as they fit together, uniting the two into a single entity. Daren knew in that moment that nothing else in his life would ever be so right.
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    No one had ever kissed Daren as well or as thoroughly as Taylor did. For a split second, he thought of all the men he'd been with. No one serious except Stone. No one he'd wanted to spend hours kissing and tasting. He wanted to savor Taylor though. He wanted every little thing to last forever.
    And so when Taylor maneuvered him one step at a time up the stairs, between kisses and in the middle of kisses, he never realized he was moving. When Taylor backed him toward his bedroom door, all he noticed was the feel of Taylor's palms slipping beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms to caress the upper curves of his ass. And when Taylor dropped the blanket only a few steps from the side of the bed, it took a full five seconds for Daren to recognize the warmth of flesh beneath his hands instead of the chenille of the blanket.
    Tearing his mouth from Taylor's, he stumbled backward and the side of the bed thumped his legs. He tumbled down and didn't even really notice when he hit the bed in a sprawl. His gaze was riveted on Taylor's naked body. God, the man's shoulders were about ten feet wider than he'd thought they were. And his stomach had an eight pack not six. His thighs bulged with lean muscle and his arms were sculpted, one covered from elbow to shoulder with swirling tribal lines. On the other arm was a green rampant lion dripping blood. Daren vaguely recalled the origin of the tattoo being his family's herald.
    Taylor's body loomed over him. "Was your date up here?" he asked roughly, his voice edged with jealousy. "Cause if he was, we're changing the sheets now ."
    Daren shook his head. "I don't bring men up here and I wasn't with Wes that way tonight," he replied, his breath almost choking him. "It was never more than blow jobs anyway."
    Another growl escaped Taylor. "I don't want to hear about that little peacock putting his mouth on you."
    He reached down and pulled on Daren's plaid pajama bottoms. They slid down his hips, exposing his pubic hair. Taylor tugged harder and they slid to Daren's thighs, his full cock springing free. They both groaned. Taylor pulled the pajama bottoms free of Daren's body, leaving him naked from the waist down.
    Daren held his breath as Taylor stared at his cock. He glanced at it critically, trying to see it as Taylor did. A decent length. Just shy of eight inches and thick. Cut