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Life on planet Alpha should be an idyll for Sukh, but his soul is tormented knowing his family's standing on Xyran has dropped due to his capture. How can he be happy knowing they are suffering due to him?
Nakai finds his contented home life with his bondmates disrupted by Tokala, a rich and powerful Alphan with an agenda of his own, while Einian fears their family is breaking apart from forces he's powerless to stop.
When Sukh and Nakai fall into the clutches of an old and deadly enemy, Einian doesn't hesitate to go after them, and he doesn't care what he may have to do to save them.
Can the lovers find redemption on Xyran?
Be Warned: m/m sex, menage (MMM) sex, rimming
"I'm sorry to bring you from your home, Master Nakai, but there are concerns in the town with regards to the Xyran."
"His name is Sukh, and he's my bondmate. I would request that you remember this and address him accordingly." Nakai drew himself to his full height, giving him a couple of inches over Pimne.
"But of course, Master Nakai." Pimne gave a forced smile and acquiesced immediately.
This was hardly what Nakai expected. However, on seeing how quickly Pimne had backed down, Nakai decided to go on the offensive. "Giving consideration to the fact that Sukh has never come into town, except in my company, I truly wonder what concern there can be."
Trying to regain control of the situation, Pimne tried to mimic Nakai and also drew himself up tall. “Master Nakai, as town Magistrate I have to ensure all is in order within our community.”
“Of that I have no doubt, Master Pimne." Nakai inclined his head. "But I'm at a loss to know why anything should be levied against my mate, who is always at my side."
"Master Tokala has expressed concerns."
Now things made sense. At least a little. Tokala was new to the town and seemingly as determined as Pimne to consolidate a position of political power. Nakai instantly decided that Tokala was not going to use Sukh to gain status in the town.
"I see. However, it seems to me that perhaps the … issue surrounding my mate owes more to Master Tokala’s view of Xyrans, or even his political aspirations, rather than to of my fellow townspeople who have said nothing to me, your predecessor who only retired so recently, or our incumbent Mayor.”
"Master Tokala feels that to see a Xyran, unleashed, walking our streets, is distressing to our women and children."
At the furious look Nakai aimed at him, Pimne looked even less assured, and Nakai decided to press his advantage.
"Indeed? Then why have I not heard it from mates and parents? As I understand it, Master Tokala is newly settled in our town. I doubt that my bondmates and I have been in town more than twice in that time. Who is complaining to him? And why? He isn't the Magistrate. You are. Nor is he Mayor. Although I have heard rumor he intends to stand. I ask again, is this related to his, shall we say, political aspirations?"
The obvious loss of color to Pimne's cheeks told Nakai all he needed to know. It didn't surprise Nakai that Pimne probably thought of him as a country bumpkin. Since taking Sukh and Einian as his mates, there was almost no reason for Nakai to leave the comfort of his home and estate. Prior to that he either managed his estate or did his military service. He'd never made a point of being vocal in the town's political arena.
Maybe it was time that he was.
"I—I assure you, Master Nakai, that I wouldn't be party to any such—such a situation."
A deep sense of satisfaction rolled over Nakai as Pimne looked positively green. If Pimne had done his homework better, he would have realized that Nakai would be not be impressed by the Magistrate's own social status, nor would he be a pushover. Tokala may have wealth, but Nakai was quite sure that his own personal prosperity, even when not combined with that of his brothers, made him one of the wealthiest residents of the town.
He had affluence, social standing, and he was still an officer of the Alphan fleet. Nakai's request to leave the service had been met with one that he remain on active service only to be called upon in an emergency. He'd block Tokala in every way possible. He inclined his head at Pimne.
“I would be very interested to know exactly who feels the need to discuss anything of such an intimate nature with such a comparative newcomer to the town.” Nakai flicked imaginary lint from the sleeve of his jacket. “As I’m sure you’ve discovered for yourself, Master Pimne, the townsfolk take time to adjust to someone from outside. Nothing personal is meant, but we are a small and intimate town. Which naturally makes me very concerned no one has approached me. After all, I’m very well respected within our community.”
Although it wasn’t normally in Nakai’s nature to make someone feel small, he was so angry over Sukh that he fully intended to make Pimne deliberately uncomfortable. And his strategy was working.
“Let me get you some wine. I believe this is one of your own vintages.” Pimne hurried away to pour a couple of drinks.
Settling back in his chair, Nakai allowed himself a slow smile. By the time he was finished here, the Magistrate would have turned a full one hundred and eighty degrees. He’d also make certain to find out a lot more about Tokala. Some Alphans retained a dislike of Xyrans, and always would. Their worlds remained in opposition, and Xyrans were enemies, after all.
A thought struck him, and Nakai sat up a little straighter. He wasn't even certain he'd come into town with Sukh since Tokala's recent arrival in town. In fact, now that the realization had come to him, he was certain that in the last few months he and his mates had remained on the estate. The town had little to entice them to visit.
The more Nakai thought about it, the more Tokala seemed to bear careful investigation.
Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release Sunshine and Love. Like all of the MM stories Iâve written so far this one took me by surprise.
Iâd found a yummy man candy pic to share with my reader group the RavDor Chicks. This hunk to be precise.
I wondered what hero he might be, and in our ensuing brainstorming session we came up with the following. He was a Dom, struggling with who he was. A single dad in need of a nanny. Oh and wouldnât it be cool if this was a MMâ¦.
Thatâs all it took for my muse to sit up, rub her hands in glee, and force my fingers to the keyboard.
Sunshine and Love was born, and I had oodles of fun, and also shed a tear or two in the writing of this story. Hopefully, you lovely readers will go through the same emotions.
As an aside, if youâve read Under his Boss, you will also recognise a few familiar names, as they make an appearance in this story. J
Now, to quote Jordanâ¦Sunshine and Love is all you needâ¦.
He needs a nanny not a submissiveâ¦
Aaron Gibson is struggling with his many hatsâsingle dad, business owner, Dom. His desperate search for a suitable nanny for his daughter Sunshine grinds to a halt when Jordan Carole walks into his office.
This inked biker is certainly not your ordinary kind of nanny, but the manâs instant rapport with his daughter convinces Aaron that Jordan is perfect for the job. All Aaron has to do is keep his hands off his nannyâsimple, right?
Well, it would be if the two men could ignore the combustible, sexual tension between them. Jordan wants nothing more than to be allowed to take care of his new boss and his adorable baby.
If only he could convince the stubborn man that Sunshine and Love is all they need.
This close to the man he loved Jordan lost his composure, and before he could lose his bottle, he smashed his lips over Aaronâs. The other manâs surprised grunt granted him access, and Jordan wasted no time in slipping his tongue past the cool lips heâd been fantasizing over for weeks now, and deepened the kiss. The very scent and essence of Aaron Gibson exploded on his taste buds, and when Aaron kissed him back, the last semblance of rational reasoning fled Jordanâs brain. Tongues dueling and teeth clashing, this wasnât just a kiss. It was punishment and connection all rolled into each other, as Jordan put all of his emotions into the frantic and ever more passionate kiss. When he ground his erection into his bossâs groin, and felt the equally hard ridge of his employerâs own need, he pulled away to study him. Aaronâs azure gaze was almost black, as his pupils dilated in his arousal, and chests heaving, they stared at each other.
âFuck, we canât do this.â
Aaronâs strangled groan broke the last of Jordanâs restraint, and he grasped hold of the other manâs stiff cock. Even through the fabric separating him from his prize, the heat of Aaronâs shaft branded him, and his boss groaned when he rubbed the flat of his palm up down Aaronâs dick.
âNo, I wonât. I want to taste you, Sir.â
Jordan dropped to his knees and closing his eyes, nuzzled into Aaronâs groin. Aaronâs hiss in answer and the way the manâs hands fisted in his hair made him bolder, and pulling away he looked up at his boss, while running his hand slowly up his thighs. The muscles bunched under his fingertips, and Aaron groaned and shook his head when Jordan reached his belt buckle and slowly undid it.
âFuck, you really donât have to do this. I â¦ fuuuck.â
Jordan grinned as he pulled down the zipper, and reaching into Aaronâs boxer briefs, pulled out his bossâs cock, and licked across Aaronâs sensitive cock head.
The pressure on his scalp increased, and the slight pain fueled his own arousal, as did the drop of pre-cum that appeared on the slit of his loverâs magnificent dick. Aaronâs cock hardened further in Jordanâs fist, as he slid it slowly up and down Aaronâs thick and heavily veined shaft. The action pulled the other manâs foreskin back, and Jordan licked around the exposed, swollen head. A deep groan and yet more of the other manâs musk was his reward. Bringing his free hand up to fondle his bossâs heavy balls, he grasped the base of Aaronâs peen and hollowing out his cheeks, took as much of him in his mouth as he could.
Jordan closed his eyes and gave himself up to the heady sense of power that being on his knees and going down on another man always gave him, as he drank in Aaronâs unique spicy, salty musk, content in the knowledge that at this moment in time, the man was his and his alone.
When he came up for air, grazing his teeth along the sensitive flesh in his mouth as he let go of Aaronâs cock, he glanced up and grinned at the man who was watching his every move through hooded eyelids.
âStill think we shouldnât be doing this, Sir?â he asked with a smirk, and gasped when Aaron yanked his head back by his hair.
âWatch the sass, boy, and finish what you fucking started, before I come all over your face, and then tan your damn insolent ass for not taking no for an answer.â
The strain behind those few words spoke of Aaronâs need for him, and Jordan grinned around his mouthful of cock, as he went back down on his boss. Aaron swore when his cock hit the back of Jordanâs throat, and he swallowed around it.
âFuck yes, just like that.â With those growled words the last of Aaronâs restraint broke, as he took over, and hands buried in Jordanâs hair, fucked his mouth with total abandonment. Relaxing his throat muscles Jordan relished in the feel of being used for this manâs pleasure, and gave himself over to the satisfaction to be found in that. The pain in his dick added to the sensation overload, as did the sound of the door opening, and the soft feminine gasp that barely registered over the roaring in his ears. He was so damn close to coming in his pants like a randy teenager it wasnât even real and the knowledge that someoneâno doubt Nicoleâwas watching him go down on Aaron made the whole thing ten times hotter.
Grasping hold of Aaronâs ass cheeks he renewed his efforts to make the other man come, and when the muscular globes clenched under his digits, and Aaron thrust into Jordanâs mouth in one last, un-coordinated move that threatened to cut off Jordanâs air supply, he knew he had him.
With a muffled groan, Aaron shot his cum down the back of Jordanâs throat, and he did his best to swallow the other manâs seed. The pressure on his head let up, enabling Jordan to pull back slightly, and Aaronâs furious curse bounced through the room, even as his cock continued to pulse inside Jordanâs mouth and he continued to milk the last few drops out of his loverâs junk.
âIâm so sorry. I â¦ Iâm sorry.â Nicoleâs bumbling apology registered as Aaron pulled his cock out of Jordanâs mouth and yanked his trousers back up with another muttered curse.
Jordan couldnât help it. Looking across at a red-faced Nicole who still peered at them through the slightly open door to Aaronâs office he winked at her and burst out laughing when she turned even redder and shut the door.
âThis isnât fucking funny.â
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