Lust in London[European Flings 03] by Adam Carpenter

Author:Adam Carpenter [Carpenter, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781607773825
Google: NyldsRJzT0sC
Amazon: B004JKMTVA
Publisher: Ravenous Romance
Published: 2010-12-14T11:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven Well, at least they didn't have to break into the place. Jake had to admit, as they stepped out of the limousine and it sped off into the darkness and he and Hunter stood before the imposing brick-encased facade of Voignier House, the thought occurred to him that his rather crazy day would end with a case of breaking and entering. But then Hunter pulled out a key and thrust open the door with force and determination.

"Huh, I imagined us breaking the glass on the kitchen door and sneaking in through the back," Jake said.

Hunter shook his head. "Patsy got tired of replacing the glass, so she finally gave in and presented me with a key."

"Ha-ha," Jake said sarcastically.

Hunter was dead serious. "No joke."

"Hunter Abbott, I think you're the baddest dude I've ever met."

That backhanded compliment made him smile. "I hope so. You need to let go, Jake. Go with the flow, let life entertain you, not challenge you."

"Oh, and how do you propose I start?"

"The big four-poster bed in the master bedroom, you and me."

A turned-on Jake needed little additional encouragement, and not fifteen minutes after the two of them had crossed the threshold of Voignier House, Hunter's hard cock was itself crossing another barrier, one easily accessed with a hearty swipe of lube. Jake was on his knees, arms gripping the hardwood posts as Hunter pierced him. His ass sucked in every thick inch, feeling Hunter's big balls slap against him as he thrust and he pounded. Jake felt an explosion rip through him, and quickly he was shooting his load, his cock jutting and bouncing in the air as Hunter continued his eager, hard thrusts. Suddenly the big cock exploded as well, and Hunter pumped, pumped, pumped out each drop until at last, satiated, he pulled out and fell back against the plush blankets of the bed. Jake snuggled in close to him, hands brushing the thick mat on Hunter's chest, and it was that way that both men, physically and emotionally drained from the day's excitement, contentedly fell asleep.

In the morning, they discovered there was very little in the way of provisions in the cupboards, and so a visit to the market in Newbury Towne Centre was in order. A red Mustang convertible was at their disposal, hidden and slightly dusty inside the neighboring garage. Hunter explained that this was Patsy's toy, but she was hardly here to use it. So of course he'd convinced her to give him a key.

"Is there anything you can't convince your sister of doing?" Jake asked as the car swept down the winding drive and onto the main highway.

"Yeah, paying all of my debts," Hunter said.

"Ah yes, the real reason why we've come to...what the hell is the name of this place?"

"Voignier House."

"Which means what exactly? Doesn't scream English country estate to me."

Voignier House was not its original name, Hunter explained, nor was it English by any stretch. Sure, it once claimed an English heritage, back in another

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