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I think most of my books have a tub scene or a shower scene—even when the guys have nothing more than an old washtub in a shack. Even in my “Dawn of Ireland” books, when tubs were unheard of, one MC was able to cobble together a passable tub out of an old barrel. Another man diverted part of a nearby river to form a kind of indoor wash-place. More on Gristle later…

2 men inatub copyYes, cleanliness is verrrrry important.

I put a douche scene in another book, The Chase. This one from The Kilt Complex is similar, except that Rory finds a way to use the device twice.

This small scene takes place before Rory Drummond and Alex Dominguez have to dress and leave to follow a clue in the case of the wandering wolfhound …

~oOo~

What Rory liked most about his olympic-sized bathroom was the tub—the eighth wonder of his world wrought in marble and brass. After Alex had found the collar, and they’d scanned the newspaper sites of every news outlet in Angus … after Iain had made an afternoon appointment with the vet … both of them had retreated wordlessly to the custom-made bathroom.

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The tub was centered on marble tile which sloped gently to a drain underneath. With no need for a curtain or door, they could shower en plein air, as it were, their wet glistening bodies plastered together while they lathered each other. Or just about any other activity they decided to indulge in, from mutual douching to dedicated sucking and fondling—and everything in between.

“I loved it last night.” He had his mouth and tongue in Alex’s shapely ear while his lover playfully tried to wrestle out of his muscular embrace.

“Oh, yeah? Show me how much.”

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“Stand still, then, and spread your legs for me.”

“And if I refuse your cave-man tactics?”

“Then, lad—” he strong-armed Alex until he stood with his tight young ass pointing at his own primed cannon—“then you’ll just have to take the punishment, until I bloody say ‘when.’ Dammit, stand still.”

“Douche me first.”

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Alex stood with legs splayed, and Rory lifted the cock-shaped douche head from the cunning overhead fixture and soaped it first, and next the puckered mouth of the man’s anus. He knelt behind his lover. While one hand fondled his satin balls and cock, his other hand inserted a ballistic-plastic perforated dildo, inch by inch, into the long-memorized convolutions of his rectum, aiming for the sweetest spot of all.

He pushed and stroked, fondled and withdrew, almost at the point of orgasm just listening to Alejo’s words of encouragement, seeing the shivering movements of his ass, feeling the excited stiffness of his prick.

“Ah, Diós mio … Let it blow up my ass.”soapy bend over

“Say the word, Alejo.”

Uh, unh unh, now!”

He flicked the release on the douche head, letting a stiff stream of water shoot into the recesses of his lover’s butt, feeling the man’s entire body shake and the thick cum ooze between his fingers.

“In me, Rory, quick.”

He pulled the cock’s-head device from Alex and soaped it again, then stuffed it up his own anus. It took only a few seconds to pile his blood-gorged prick into his lover’s ready hole and push, letting the warm water shoot up his asshole while he fucked, his butt cheeks clamping the spurting device, his balls glutted to the point of explosion.

As he came, he gripped the muscled planes of the world’s sexiest ass and bellowed to the high ceiling. “Och! Och, love!”

Afterwards … after each of them had lathered and rinsed every inch of the other’s flushed body, after they’d toweled each other, kissed and fondled and murmured … they lay together for a while, a stolen few minutes before they had to rise and dress.

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“Alejo. It just gets better. How is that possible?”

“Shush. There’s a secret there, corazón. A mystery, maybe we both hold the key to. Just let it be, and who knows? The answer might come.”

The Kilt Complex: High crimes and sexy misdemeanors.

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Here’s a book you won’t see for a while. Because three-fourths of it lies in my fevered brain. It’s the third of the “Nevada Highlander” series, starring a Scot and a cop. The title is HUNTER’S POINT.

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The title refers to two objects: first, the little stone house where former state trooper Alex has moved after leaving Rory’s massive castle bedroom. Second, it’s the distinctive lighthouse called Scurdie Ness which lies at the end of Montrose Promontory on Scotland’s northeast shore. That’s where our guys have found clues to a probable murder.

I guess I’ll have to admit that this book is full of phallic symbols—none more potent than the dicks of its main characters. The one which, ah, emerges in this chapter is no different in shape, intent, or effect.

In this section, perpetually-aroused Rory has had to stop in the middle of a promising interlude with his lover. For the last few hours, his balls have been aching; and Alex, fully aware of his pain, has prolonged it maybe a little too much for Rory to tolerate gracefully…

~oOo~

He really tried to escape those redwood stumps Rory called arms, and he turned his face from the close beard browsing his neck and chin, then the teeth biting his lower lip, drawing blood. A distant part of his brain told him this encounter should be taking place downstairs, in the training room. Except there, neither of them could ever be sure when someone might come in. Like Kenneth Drummond, for instance. But now, today, they were alone, in a very private place. And this man’s father was somewhere in the Cairngorms.

“Let me go, goddammit, Rory.”

“When wolfhounds foogin fly. Stand still. Or pay the price.”

Rory began to suck his tongue while trying his best to unbutton Alex’s denims.

The man’s fumbling fingers and expert tongue combined to stuff his cock with a gallon of hot, ready blood.

“You’ll ruin another pair of jeans. Son of a bitch, Rory, stop.”

“Then stand still, you cock sucker.”

“Asshole licker.”

The deliberately abusive language fired both of them. Alex allowed the clumsy fingers to open his fly, then to take his pants down over his ready ass. As big as he was—hardly an inch shorter than Rory, and maybe twenty pounds lighter—the Scot picked him up as though he was a rodeo rider’s saddle and flung him over one shoulder, bearing him to the bed.

Too late, he saw the coil of rope on the surface of the crisp linens. He wondered how long it had been lying right there, waiting for Alex to fall into the open maw of Rory’s enormous sexual appetite.

Alex was strong, and his martial skills were many. He’d honed his techniques most of his life, knowing a gay man had to protect himself. But Rory was stronger, and his own talents matched, hold for hold, feint for feint. They wrestled for at least five minutes, each pinning his opponent for a few seconds before one or the other of them slipped the hold.

beard kiss 2All the while they slid in and out of each other’s arms, their mouths and tongues were never far apart. Alex strained to suck and bite Rory’s wide mouth, lick the hidden cleft in his chin. With every pump of his needing mouth, his prick seemed to stand straighter from its nest of wiry dark hair.

At last he found himself belly down on the bed and Rory was clamping his wrists together at his tailbone while he flailed and swore at the tightening rope.

“Fuck you, Drummond. I swear, I’ll have your ass …”

“Aye, lad. I want you to have my ass. But I’ll have yours first.”

The next touch was alien. Hard, cold, smothered in gel, it stroked his taint and then circled his rim, slow. Rory’s downy mustache found his ear.

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“I need to watch it, Alejo. See your ass swallow it and let it go. So let it happen. All right?”

“What the fuck is it?”

“You’ll find out. Take it, welcome it, tell me how much you love it.”

Sometime during that mumbled dialogue, Rory had slid a cock ring above his balls, choking off his need to spit cum into the goddamn sheets. How could the man be so three-thumbed with buttons, and so damned talented with sex toys and cock strokes?

The strange object began to sing, and Alex recognized it as a vibrator. By the time it was halfway up his asshole, he knew it wasn’t just a vibrator. It was a fucking anaconda, and Rory knew how to to take that slithering boa almost to the end of his waiting tunnel.

His head deep in the pillow, he began to moan, his words spilling in gobs of spit and lust. “Oh, oh, shit. Ah, god, I can’t stand it. Stop, oh, do it, do it.”

~oOo~

If you like Rory and Alex, maybe you’ll enjoy the first two novels.

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Nevada Highlander: Who’s on Whose Tail?

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The Kilt Complex: High Crimes and Sexy Misdemeanors
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The Kilt ComplexHigh crimes and sexy misdemeanors.

Yes, the characters are the same—horny, agressive, jackhammer-for-a-prick Rory Drummond; and “long-legged, raven-eyed, sweet-assed loner”** Alex Dominguez.

But in this sequel to Nevada Highlander, Alex has left the sanctuary of his mountains, finding himself near the coast of Scotland’s North Sea, festering in his role as boy-toy in Rory’s large castle bedchamber. For his part, Rory is increasingly bemused and confused by his growing attraction to the young man who’s so different from his previous lovers.

Here’s a scene I haven’t excerpted before, when the two men are together in Rory’s giant marble tub, and it’s becoming clear to Rory that his tub-mate wants to be alone for a while.

~oOo~

Rory eyed Alejo’s reclining form, his belly tightening as he pondered the man’s flat relaxed muscles and quiescent cock. Alex was sitting in the marble tub, his long legs crossed at the ankles, while Rory adjusted the water temperature and allowed the large tub to fill. It had been less than an hour since he’d shot his cum into his lover’s tight hot ass… yet he wanted him again, now.2 men tub

With an effort, he remembered what Alan had said. About listening with more than his ears. Maybe that meant listening with more than his dick…

He deliberately held back, soaping his lover’s honey-brown skin then pointing the brass nozzle and rinsing, removing the pungent reminder of a hard morning’s labor. He worked his lathered palm under Alex’s armpit, hardening as he felt the silky hairs nestled in the warm hollow.

Och, I could foog this cave with my tongue while he jacks me off. We’ve not done that yet. Or ram my meat into it until I come all over his tits. He sought the other underarm, feeling the pre-cum seep through the slit of his dick.

“Tell me again, lad, about the … um, your new job.”

Alex waggled his brows at Rory’s rising interest and grinned. “Sit here with me. We’ll wash each other, and then I have a … something I need to do for the next hour or so. Okay?”

Rory let the nozzle slip into the soapy water and straddled his lover’s thighs. “Fine, corazón. But first— ”

“Rory.”

He’d begun to lean forward, seeking Alex’s mobile mouth. Something about the man’s voice stopped his single-minded intent.

“I’m serious. Let’s wait until later. I ate with Willie, so I’m not hungry. But you must be starved. Why don’t you catch a few bites to eat while I’m gone? I promise I’ll be back soon. We can talk then. Talk, and … catch up on each other’s day.”

“I’m beginning to think, lad, you want to be alone.” Rory heard the petulance in his own voice and attempted a smile, trying to belie his frustration.

Alex kept his eyes on his face, his expression never altering, as he took the bar of soap from his hand and briskly ran it over Rory’s shoulders and chest. “Alone, not necessarily. But right now, I have a task that’s better for me to take care of without …”

“Without interference?”in tub copy

“Without my lover distracting me.” To underscore his meaning, he took Rory’s hand and guided it to his cock, beginning to rise like Moby Dick from the deep. “You see? Sometimes one head’s better than two.”

Feeling a bit mollified, Rory managed a grin and fondled the stiff velvet.

“Funny, Alejo. All right. I’ll let you dress, while I dash out a while.”

“Don’t forget to check on Thistle.”

“Thistle?”

“Our dog. Um, the new dog.”

Rory reluctantly loosed his hold on his tub-mate and soaped his own groin, not without a sour look at Alex; then after rinsing, he stepped from the tub, letting the water flow from his chest and testicles to the tiled floor and down the central drain. He walked to the brass rack and chose an oversized soft cotton towel then stood drying himself in brisk strokes, still admiring Rory’s trim, muscled body.

“Don’t get attached, lad. Remember, we’re seeking her owner. I don’t want to pry you two apart when the time comes to bid her a fare-thee-well.”

Alex regarded him with those deep set eyes, black depths kindled by some fire, like … like Vulcan’s forge in the bottom of a smoldering volcano. Those eyes had almost set him on his arse when they first met, thickening his tongue and his cock at the same bloody time.

“And you became my father … when?”kiss tongues

He loved it when his lover played the orphan card, letting his history without parents become a subtle weapon.

Walking close again, he leaned over Alex and nibbled his raspy chin, then let his tongue find the hidden dimple under his lower lip and finally his lover’s open mouth.

When he straightened with an effort, he played his part to the hilt. “When you hide your marbles, lad, and won’t let anyone else play. Go on, do what you need to do. I’ll be back when I get here.”

~oOo~

**So described by reviewer Alex A. Akira in Rainbow Book Reviews, here:

http://www.rainbowbookreviews.com/book-reviews/nevada-highlander-by-erin-oquinn

The Kilt Complex:

High crimes and sexy misdemeanors

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This is the first of a few blogs about my newest novel. THE KILT COMPLEX is the sequel to the very successful NEVADA HIGHLANDER.

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In the first book, castle laird Rory Drummond, a big man with huge sexual appetites, meets a quiet, shy man named Alex Dominguez. Alex is a Nevada State Trooper who, unknown to the Scot, has been assigned to stay on his tail while he’s playing at being a tourist. The inevitable happens—Rory falls arse-over-bollocks for the man who’s supposed to report on his every move. Oops!

Who’s tailing whom?

The sequel was released January 1. Here is the blurb from inside the cover:

Scottish high crimes and sexy misdemeanors …

killer-pizap.com14186745713861The Kilt Complex finds former state trooper Alex Dominguez out of his element—on the shore of a distant sea, far from the comfort of his Nevada mountains, guilt-plagued for rejecting the bed of his handsome lover. Castle laird Rory, whose life mantra has always been “cum and go,” is uncharacteristically flustered by his own deepening feelings for dark-eyed Alex.

The singular act of Alex’s moving out of the castle seems to spark both men to come to terms with their intense love affair. Can each of them overcome deep-seated guilt and build a solid relationship on the hot coals of desire?

Tracking the story of a lost dog, the men become enmeshed in a deadly chain of events. From the perilous cliffs on the North Sea to the grounds of the Scottish Parliament, and from the luxury of a millionaire’s digs to the rude oak barrels of a native fisherman, Rory and Alex find they must finally confront their complex feelings for each other in order to survive the trap of a killer.

Plain to see, this novel is both a love story and a mystery-thriller.

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Below is an image of both covers, designed by Dreams2Media (Rebecca Poole).

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