With Abandon: With or Without, Book 4

jump.
    “ Micah ,” his mother’s voice admonished in his head. He could almost see her shaking her finger at him.

    Fuck it. Micah’s feet left the mattress and the headboard thunked against the wall. “Oh yeah, baby, take it.” His glasses slid down his nose and he had to push them back up. This was fun. He’d wanted some fun back in his relationship with Tucker, but what an odd way to get it. Micah stifled a chuckle.
    The water shut off.
    “Oh yeah, take that cock.”
    Tucker appeared in the doorway with half his face covered in shaving cream and his mouth hanging
    open. “What. Are. You. Doing?”
    Holding his glasses with one hand, Micah jumped and lifted his legs, coming down on his butt. Clunk, clunk, screech. The bed walked back and forth on the wood. “Oh yeah, baby!” He hopped back up, grinning from ear to ear. “You said to act like I was having sex,” he whispered. Dipping his knees a few times, he made the springs bounce. Chuckling, he hopped in a circle. “You like that, baby?”
    “Micah,” Tucker snapped out.
    “What? You said—”
    “I top. Stop with the ‘take it’ stuff. And quit jumping on the bed before you hurt yourself.”
    What? “ Dios mio. ” Micah froze mid-bounce. When he came down, his teeth slammed together. Ow.
    “Are you kidding me?”
    “No, I’m not.”
    “You’re irritated because I’m pretending to top?”
    “I always top.” Tucker crossed his arms and leaned against the door, staring at him incredulously.
    Despite Micah’s resolve to get over his infatuation, the little giddy feeling started up again. The stark reminder of their one time together came crashing back. It had been good before Tucker had run out on him while he slept. There was just something about having a nice hard cock up—
    Micah frowned. His irritation with Tucker was coming back. “Just what’re you insinuating?” He
    hopped on the bed a couple times in a row. He was not some wuss because he liked to get fucked, damn it.
    And he was getting really tired of the whole “you’re just out of the hospital” crap.
    “I’m not insinuating anything. I’m stating a fact. I top. Always.” Tucker’s brow furrowed. It became
    apparent why opposing football players in college had feared him and why businessmen probably still did, but that glare didn’t work on Micah. “No one, especially my family, would ever believe otherwise.”
    “Well, I get to top in imaginary sex.” Micah pushed the wire frames back up his nose and resisted the
    childish urge to stick his tongue out.
    “No, you don’t.” Pushing away from the door, Tucker strode forward, scowling now. He looked
    mean.
    This was the most ridiculous conversation ever. Micah should just drop it, it was beyond silly, but he
    didn’t. “Oh yes I do.” He jumped a few more times. “Oh yeah, baby. Take. It. You like my big fat cock up yo—”

    Tucker tackled him.

    Beauty is only skin deep…until love reveals what lies beneath.

    The Pharaoh’s Concubine
    © 2011 Z.A. Maxfield

    As mob boss Yvgeny Mosko’s open secret, Dylan Anderson is happy enough with a passionate, if
    loveless, arrangement that affords him a life of luxury. But at thirty-six, he wonders how committed Mosko will be to an aging lover.
    He finds out when a rival gang kidnaps him in a turf war everyone’s sure to lose. Mosko unleashes
    deadly force, leaving no one alive except for a young man whose dark eyes tug at Dylan’s heart—and the
    conscience he thought he’d excised long ago.
    Though he tried to stop the kidnapping, William “Memo” Escobar knows Mosko will use what’s left
    of him to send a powerful message to his rivals. When Mosko’s pampered pretty boy risks everything to
    help him escape, he can’t believe his luck.
    William figures he’s better suited to life off the grid, but as the days go by he begins to realize
    Dylan’s beauty is more than skin deep. And as Dylan coaxes more and more beguiling smiles from
    William, he yearns for things—like family ties—he’d thought were best forgotten.
    Yet behind their newfound happiness lurks the certain knowledge that no matter how careful they are,
    Mosko will come for what’s his.
    Warning: This book contains a mob boss, a kept man, and a reluctant kidnapper who will never have
    to hear the words, “Size doesn’t matter.”

    Enjoy the following excerpt for The Pharaoh’s Concubine:
    Dylan’s breath caught when he saw William’s nude body, the skin of his bare back