Ryan was shocked when he saw the man who had rescued him from a psychotic co-worker three months ago, a man Ryan had been having very sexy dreams about ever since, standing on the same yacht as he was. Learning the man’s name was Jansen should have rang a few bells but Ryan was never one to keep up with the rich and powerful.
Now this big sexy man seemed to be in hot pursuit, relentlessly and expertly, backing the confused Ryan against a hard wall. Deliciously turned on by the man’s erotically suggestive flirting, Ryan finds himself now in competition with his former girlfriend, vying for Jansen’s attention.
As the heat ramps up, so does Ryan’s self-doubt, forcing Jansen into making it perfectly clear who he intends on taking with him off the boat, even if he has to chase down, subdue and throw that certain someone over his shoulder to do it.
Release Date: Saturday, February 20 2021
Is This Book Romance?: Yes
Are You Okay With Reviews?: Yes
Story Type: Novel >50k
Word Count: 69,000
Cover Artist: Soxsational Cover Art
Genres: Romance, contemporary, Jealous Ex, Hurt/comfort, D/s
LGBTQ+ Identities: gay
Tropes: jealous ex, millionaire boyfriend, revenge,
Keywords/Categories: rich boyfriend, love triangles, jealous ex, millionaire, gay, gay romance, mm romance, mm, hurt-comfort, jealousy, contemporary, domination, submission
This book was originally published in 2014 under the same title. This edition has been re-edited and expanded by over 50,000 words.
Warnings: present and mention of past violence, mention of past abuse
Guest Post - Exclusive Excerpt Six
Ryan found the bar but decided since he needed to drive, he had to slow down on the alcohol. He told the bartender only soda this time. The man nodded and waved away his money.
“Soda is free,” he said. Nice. As it was, he probably was still going to have to call a taxi and come back tomorrow for the car. But paying overnight rates in the parking lot of the marina was not something he looked forward to either. Then James showed up with a plate of incredible food, including a huge slice of cheesecake. He had to smile. The waiter blushed and said since it was already paid for, there was no reason he shouldn’t taste the chef’s talent.
The waiter also slipped him his cell number, quickly squeezing Ryan’s knee before running off, back down to the dining room. Shit. Seemed Cheyenne was right. The guy had been hitting on him.
As soon as he left, the bartender told him the plate had actually been sent out by Jansen himself. He even gave up his own piece of cheesecake to make sure Ryan’s sweet tooth was satisfied.
“His words, not mine.” The bartender shrugged and went back to whatever he had been doing prior to Ryan showing up.
Ryan wasn’t sure how to take that. It seemed odd for Jansen to give the sweet cake to Ryan and not to Cheyenne, especially after his little gets them in the mood comment. But he supposed it was the consolation prize. It didn’t matter. The fact it came from Jansen, and Cheyenne wasn’t going to get it, made the creamy dessert that much sweeter to eat.
And competing with her? When the fuck did that start? Sure, they seemed to always be surrounded by any number of men at any given time whenever they went out, but he had always thought it due to Cheyenne’s allure, not his. But now, as he thought about it, some of those men had maybe gotten a little too close, had maybe been a little too touchy. Ryan had passed it off as a friendship thing. He had learned to do it himself, reach out and touch, and honestly, he liked doing it. But the act was totally innocent on his part. Maybe it hadn’t been for some of those others.
None of it mattered anyway. When it truly counted, he had lost out on the so-called competition even before he realized it had started. He would call foul, but the game was already over. He’d lost. This crappy feeling wasn’t because Cheyenne threatened him either. It was strictly due to the fact Jansen was going to be leaving the boat with someone who wasn’t Ryan. As messed up as that would have been to him not three months ago―hell―three hours ago, this moment of self-realization slapped him hard. His heart was truly breaking for something he had never even had the chance to experience.
* * *
When Cheyenne arrived back to the table with a self-satisfied smile, Jansen knew she had probably done something nasty. She slid into the padded chair with a practiced ease to no doubt show off her ability to bend. If he were truly interested, it had been a teasing taste of one, or perhaps two, of her more appealing assets. He smirked at her arrogance. She thought she had him all wrapped up. But he had other prey on his mind—a more elusive beauty.
“So, where did you go?”
She winked at him. “I went to talk with Ryan. It might be presumptuous on my part, but I wanted to let him know he didn’t have to wait for me when we dock.” She reached out to rub her hand on Jansen’s arm. “I hesitate to tell you…” She looked up at him with worry in her eyes. Jansen couldn’t help but admire her talent at being able to pull up all of these emotions at will. “It’s just that…” She looked down at her hand on his arm and gripped it harder, as if she were going through some emotional turmoil. “If I had only known…”
Jansen sighed. “Known what, Ms. Christy?”
Her face came up and there was fire in her eyes. “I’ve told you time and again, Jansen, call me Cheyenne!”
There. The first serious crack in her composure. It wouldn’t take a whole lot more and her true nature was going to be tripping over itself to get out. He raised an eyebrow. The fire was instantly gone and replaced with a pout as her bottom lip came out.
“I’m… I’m sorry. I’m just… just upset! To answer your question… Well, there’s just no other way to put it. Ryan’s gay and here’s the part that… that… Oh, I just know you’re going to be upset. Believe me, I was—shocked even!”
“Out with it, woman.”
Her eyes went big for a millisecond, but then her chin went up. “He’s after you. I can’t believe some of the things he’s told me he’s done. He heard someone from your firm was going to be on board, which is the reason we’re even here. But don’t worry. I told him to stay away from us or you would have him beaten to a pulp.” She shook her head and shoulders in a fake shudder. “I can’t believe I didn’t know that about him. He’s sick.”
The twist Jansen felt in his stomach took him by surprise. Could he be all that upset over the fact this bitch might have just wounded his man? He couldn’t quite keep the anger from his voice. “What did you say to him?”
She flinched slightly at his tone but recovered quickly. “Well, just that. He’s a sick man, and I told him to stay away from the both of us. Not to talk to us or try to approach us ever again.” She took a long, what she must have thought of as sexy, sip from her cosmo, running a red-nailed hand lightly down the front of her throat until it reached her ample cleavage where Jansen realized she had expertly drawn even his eye—again.
“Come on, Cheyenne, please? This table is fine.” Ryan tried to whisper the words, incredibly embarrassed the waiter stood right behind him with an anxious frown, basically wringing his hands. He hadn’t had the time or the courage to search and find Jansen Branwyth. All he knew was Jansen did not grace any of the tables closest to this one and so this was the best table in the house as far as he was concerned.
“No! I want one closer to the windows.” She huffed, stomping her small foot and pointing farther into the large space.
“But, Cheyenne, you’ve made it clear you don’t even like Lake Superior. Why do you suddenly have to sit near a window?” Although Ryan would not have minded in the least. But as he glanced in the direction she’d been pointing, his heart began to race. Great. There he sat—at a table totally alone and watching them. Well, watching Cheyenne, which had to be the reason she wanted to sit over there.
And then again, maybe not. The man had actually been flirting with him earlier. Fucking bastard.
And now Cheyenne was making them a spectacle, a show. Damn it.
“I am sorry, ma’am”—the waiter fidgeted nervously—“but this is the table assigned to you and your guest. Please accept my sincere apologies if this table is not to your expectations.”
“No,” Ryan pleaded. “This table is fine. Thank you.” He turned again to Cheyenne. “Please, Cheyenne. Let’s just get through this night, okay?” He took the chair the waiter held for her and told her as best he could with his eyes to sit down.
She stood for a moment glaring at him, then walked to a chair on the other side of the table, most likely so she would face Jansen, and waited for Ryan to come around to seat her. Ryan let out a breath, simply grateful she gave in. Besides, better she face Jansen, because he sure as hell didn’t want to. His stomach was still doing little flips every time he thought about the man. He had a very real longing to talk with Jansen some more, to hear his voice, have his attention, and those strong emotions were extremely confusing and frightening. In the man’s presence, he could handle them. However, outside that direct influence he was more inclined to have a melt down.
He walked shakily over to the chair and pulled it out for Cheyenne. She deliberately and artfully sat, pulling on her too-tight dress and making a show of placing the napkin in her lap.
She glared up at Ryan with murder in her eyes. “Fine,” she said under her breath, “but you owe me.”
Oh dear God, he owed her? As if. Ryan tried to smile, failed, but made his way to the chair he’d originally held for her, sat. Glancing up at the waiter he asked, “Scotch and soda—easy on the soda—please?”
The waiter’s expression was warm and grateful. “Of course, sir.” Then he turned toward Cheyenne, the smile disappearing, returning to nervousness again. “And for the ma’am?”
Cheyenne shot the waiter a glare. “Quit hovering! Bring me a cosmo.”
Ryan touched the waiter’s arm when he turned back to Ryan. “Thank you.”
The waiter beamed. “Please, sir, call me James.” He bowed slightly and left.
“What now, Ryan? You flirting with the wait staff?” She snickered.
Ryan blushed hard yet again. Flirting? Maybe, but not with the wait staff. She had no clue how close to the truth she had come, but it still made him dizzy… and pissed. His drink could not get there soon enough. He had tossed back only that one—well one and a half—before he made his way down to the dining room doors to wait for Cheyenne. Of course, she wasn’t there on time, no big surprise. He’d finally found her upstairs on the other side of the boat, near the back bar.
“What are you doing?” he had asked her. “Why didn’t you meet me at the dining room doors? We’re going to be late.”
She had sniffed, obviously angry for some reason, but it was something she didn’t seem to think Ryan needed to know. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to argue that point. She pasted on her dazzling Cheyenne smile, put her arm through Ryan’s, and tugged him in the direction of the stairs.
“I was just chatting with Jansen. He is such a flirt. It’s a good thing you and I aren’t together any longer because you would have been livid. He asked me to accompany him to the dining room, but I told him I was going to sit with you. However, we will be getting together later for a drink and… well, whatever should follow, I guess.” She giggled. “He is just such a charming man.”
So, he was charming to her too? Flirting with her, as well? Asshole! He asked her to sit with him, and then he asked her on a date? Damn it. Why did it hurt so badly? This had been expected, which was the exact reason he had trained his mind and body not to feel anything. Instead, it felt like a fucking heart attack, a bag of rocks in his stomach, a thunderstorm in his head. Of course, he would pick the girl. Especially the amazing Jansen would pick the gorgeous girl.
I am nowhere near drunk enough for this night.
Cheyenne leaned over the table with an expression of pure disgust. “No kidding? Are you seriously flirting with that male waiter?”
He had been getting those vibes all along. She hated many things but “other than heterosexual” was something to be scorned. So were taxis but that was a totally different story. And even though the battle he waged by himself in the middle of his own mind whether or not he was “other than” would continue, he would no longer support her ridiculous ideals. “The truth is no, even though there would be nothing at all wrong with it. But I really do wish you would stop drooling all over Mr. Branwyth.” And by that he meant himself.
“Really, Ryan?” she murmured, having leaned back again, digging into her small pocket purse for her compact mirror. “Are you jealous? It’s so not like you.” She fussed with her hair, rubbing a finger across her lips. Why did women think primping at a dinner table was ever appropriate?
Suddenly two hands appeared on the table on either side of Ryan and a very hot presence loomed over his head. The heat of the tall body immediately permeated the fabric of his shirt and even before the man spoke, he knew who crowded into his personal space.
“Who is drooling all over me? This beautiful young lady… or this intriguing young man?” The last part Jansen said directly into Ryan’s ear when the man leaned over farther yet, his long hair enveloping them for a moment, making Ryan’s heart skip several beats and his finally cooled-off “demeanor” jump back to attention.
“Jansen!” Cheyenne probably would have clapped her hands if they had been free. She quickly threw her mirror back into her clutch. “How lovely to see you again so soon.”
Ryan was more than shocked and even embarrassed when Cheyenne all but batted her eyelashes at the man. Could she be more obvious? Of course, Cheyenne believed in beating the hell out of the bush as opposed to anywhere around it. Subtle as a November gale, she went full-out after everything she ever wanted. At one point, she had wanted Ryan. Now it was obvious she wanted Jansen.
It was becoming increasingly clear Ryan did as well.
What a fucking turn of events.
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