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Desperate Enemies
by Adam Carpenter
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Erotica/Suspense/Thriller
Ravenous Romance
www.ravenousromance.com
Copyright ©2011 by Adam Carptenter
First published in 2011, 2011
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CONTENTS
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
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Desperate Enemies
A Ravenous RomanceTM Original Publication
Concept by Adam Carpenter
Written by Adam Carpenter, Curtis C. Comer, and Jeff Wilcox
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Part One
“Guns and Rose”
By Adam Carpenter
This sun-dappled place they named Wonderland, despite its playful, whimsical name, was not without its share of tragedies, and today was no different. On days like this even the shining sky knew to stay solemn, the wind quieted, and the waves beneath it under-stated and calm, as though, like the rest of the bucolic village, they too were in mourning.
Much had happened this summer in this normally peaceful burg situated on the Pacific Ocean, none more so than on the rocky bluff known as Eldon Court, where five Victorian houses stood proud against hues both verdant and azure, and where, inside those homes men who loved other men lived out their lives with passion, zeal, and at times, desperation. Whether threatened by the outside world or by drama of their own creation, these four makeshift families shared one very common bond: they knew the meaning of love. But it took the deep sorrow of losing one of their own to truly awaken their spirits and their hearts, to challenge all they knew, and ultimately, understand the powerful desire to overcome anything—or anyone—who tried to undermine their quest toward happiness.
And what of that fifth house, empty all these years, invaded now by an enemy who used his extreme good looks and his voracious sexual appetite to get all that he wanted? Didn't he too deserve happiness, to enjoy the fruits of his labors? To love as he saw fit, to gain acceptance? It hadn't always been easy.
Despite all this, Wonderland was a special place, with sunshine beaming down on its sandy shores daily, where wind and water met before the horizon's edge, creating an ideal land for sharing life. Yes, Wonderland was warm and it was welcoming, with neighbors sharing cups of sugar and alcohol-infused drinks on porches as much as they shared hopes and dreams. Yes, Wonderland was a village synonymous with the notion of home, of comfort and security and there was no question of its lucky residents contemplating leaving.
Unless life's opposite forced such a decision upon them.
Leaving Wonderland. Indeed, it was possible. One of them had already proven it, giving his life to ensure that others could thrive.
But another of them would leave of his own volition, his heart heavy with loss, and soon, Wonderland and very definitely Eldon Court, would be forever changed.
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"Yes, fuck me, baby, fuck me hard."
His legs were high in the air, and for some reason his eyes saw a ceiling fan spin it's cool breeze, even though he knew they hadn't gotten around to installing one yet. Red liquid dripped from it, its touch unexpectedly cold. Why, though, was he thinking about the chill, when he was enjoying this fierce, heated exchange, the feel of his lover's cock piercing him, thrusting in and out, hard, hard, harder still, his grunts so loud they shook the walls?
He grabbed at his lover's back, nails digging into the muscular skin, slick with sweat. He'd been pounding him for hours, it seemed, and still he hadn't come, neither of them had. The dialogue was the same, an endless loop.
"Harder, baby, fuck my ass."
"Yeah, you want your hairy lover's cock, right, deep inside you?"
"Never stop, never. . .. . ."
He would grab at the thick blanket of hair that coated his lover's chest, the mat drenched from sweaty sex, fuller, darker, somehow hairier, and he could cry out now how badly he needed his furry, fabulous lover to fuck him, fast, furious, “yes, my fucker, fill me up, fulfill me,” he would cry, and then, finally, orgasm would build inside him, inside them, and he would shoot, they both would.
An explosion would then rip through the room.
It wasn't a powerful shot of white, ropey come.
It would be thick, gooey, and red.
It was blood.
He would look into his lover's face, and it wasn't the one he expected to see. No, it was the other one, and he wanted him again, again, perhaps even more so than he did the man he loved. . .. . . no, this one he wanted him more, this one he desired with an inner quake.
“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.”
The scream shook him awake, and that's when Marc Anderson shot up in bed to find his body sweaty, the sheets drenched. This was not an overly unusual occurrence, not when you shared your bed with the sexy Rich North, whose thick cock was always the first to awaken, poking at Marc's butt, wanting him, pushing into him. What would follow would be acrobatic, energetic sex, urgent grunts that would greet the day, Marc relishing the touch of his lover's hairy body atop him while waiting for his own delicious orgasm. At the thought of glistening, hot sex with Rich, heat washed over Marc's lithe frame and his eyes darted about.
“Shit,” he said to no one.
He'd had the dream again, which alone could account for the sweat-drenched sheets that were tangled around his naked self. But there were other reasons. Rich was not here, not in their king size bed and not anywhere in the house they shared at the edge of Eldon Court. Things had changed, life had.
Marc got out of bed, just as he had all this past week, with little enthusiasm and no desire to get anything accomplished. Life would never be the
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