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  “Paolo, it’s a trying time for us all. We just have to weather the storm.”

  “Platitudes, Rich. Words without meaning. How are we going to ensure that we get to keep our homes?”

  “We need to disprove Parker’s claim. Or find some kind of documentation that proves the Saunders deed is null and void, that

  Wonderland’s officials struck some other deal years later. Look, it begins with the old man Parker alluded to—the only living member of the Saunders family. He’s obviously old and frail, a recluse since the events of ten years ago. Edgar and Jack are on this; they’re going to see what they can find out. Let’s not panic, let’s just wait to see what they uncover first.”

  “Rich, I’m so glad you moved to Eldon Court.”

  “Me and Marc, you mean.”

  “Well, yeah, I love Marc, he’s a great friend…”

  “But…”

  “Rich, it’s no secret that I find you sexy as hell. That night on the beach…sex hadn’t been like for me in way too long, and I…I keep thinking about it. The way you pressed me up against that boulder and then took me from behind. Your big cock…it filled me up so much, and the way you pounded me, you awakened something carnal inside me. You made me realize that I missed the spontaneity of sex, the powerful urges we feel and cannot control…”

  “Paolo, this is ridiculous…look, I’m flattered and, yeah, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy our time together. But honestly, what good will come from us having sex again?”

  “I sense your tone wavering,” Paolo said, inching closer to Rich, his hand reaching out to touch his scruffy face. “Come on, Rich, I don’t think you’re the kind of man who can resist a chance for some action. Sex is part of your make-up, it’s what makes you…you.”

  “Paolo…”

  Rich realized that Paolo wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

  Not when he started to take off his clothes, dropping his shirt and shorts to the floor, not when he climbed atop the bed and waved Rich forward. Shit, Rich thought. His cock grew hard in his pants; it was ready to fuck even when Rich’s mind wasn’t. But even that might not be the case, since sex had been on his mind all day, even after the marathon session he and Marc had enjoyed last night, there was something about having sex that made you just want to have more. And seeing that damned Parker, so attractive, so hot in his tight jeans…

  Just then Rich gave in to temptation. He climbed aboard the bed, his body snaking beside Paolo’s naked self. Running a hand over Paolo’s chest, teasing his nipples with his tongue, he knew this session was going to be fast, furious, and fabulous. He felt Paolo grab at his cock, pulling at it through the thin material of his pants. He yanked it hard, and Rich groaned with ecstasy. He moved his body on top of Paolo’s, grinding his crotch against the man. Kissing him, touching him, licking him, Rich marveled at how hot and sexy he smelled, a musky scent of manhood.

  Paolo ripped at his shirt, popping a couple buttons.

  “Easy boy, easy…I’ve got to go home in these clothes.”

  “Yeah, then get out of them before I tear them to shreds,” Paolo said, his voice husky.

  Rich quickly tossed off his shirt and then his pants, throwing them to the floor with wild abandon. Then he was back on top of Paolo, his thick cock practically begging for entry into his tight ass. Paolo’s hands scratched at his back and Rich had to pull them back. “No marks,” he said.

  Instead, Paolo’s hand slid over Rich’s chest, grabbing the thick blanket of hair with fierce, animalistic urgency.

  “Yeah, love it, Rich, love the way your hairy chest feels…I can’t wait anymore…you’ve gotta fuck me and fuck me now.”

  “Yeah, you’re gonna get fucked really hard. You sure you’re

  ready for that?”

  From the bedside, Paolo reached for the condom and lube

  and smiled; he’d obviously anticipated this moment. Ripping open the wrapper, Paolo expertly slipped the condom down Rich’s long shaft,

  securing it within his nest of pubic hair. As he withdrew his hand, he stroked the thick cock while wearing nothing but his ever-widening grin.

  Paolo then turned around, placing his hands on the bed frame, his

  ass high in the air. Rich got onto his knees, positioning his thick cock for deep entry. Using his hand, he guided the bulging head to Paolo’s tight ass, pressed it in, an inch, two inches, the rest of it, grunting when he met with slight resistance. Grabbing for the bottle of lube, Rich squeezed a generous amount directly onto his cock.

  “Oooh, that feels cool against my ass…”

  “Then let me heat you up,” Rich said, and with that he thrust more

  fiercely, the lube coating Paolo’s sphincter, opening him up.

  Paolo let out a surprise yelp as Rich pushed further, much further, sliding the rest of his long shaft deep inside. His cock was rock solid. He pushed again, one last time, and Paolo let out a cry of pain or satisfaction or, maybe both. As Rich began to work up steam, pulling out, pushing in, sliding, slipping, the sound of flesh pounding flesh growing louder, he roared with tremendous power. What was it about this act, this motion, that so breathed life into him? How his cock felt deep inside Paolo’s ass, the heat and the friction and the delicate sensations dancing up and down his shaft, he hoped the feelings would never stop.

  He continued to fuck him hard, heaving and thrusting, each motion penetratingly deep and angrily powerful. Paolo’s pliant ass just took it all, every inch and every forceful plunge; he cried and cried out more with delicious ecstasy, wild sounds that only urged Rich to pound him practically into the softness of the bed. Sweat poured from his brow, stinging his eyes, dripping onto his chest, rivulets streaming down the thick hair, and still he fucked, fucked, fucked, his grunts threatening to shake the walls.

  “Oh, yes, yes…Rich, more, more…don’t ever stop….”

  Rich didn’t want to stop but his body was reaching an undeniable crescendo, and he knew it wasn’t going to be much longer before a fierce orgasm ripped through him. The pounding continued, though, more, more, a loud grunt signaling he was near, just as Paolo begged, more, more, more…and finally Rich’s cock twitched violently, the head growing as the pressure built, built, built…and exploded.

  “Aaaaahhh,” Rich screamed, his hips still grinding against Paolo’s sweaty ass, his cock still pumping out gobs of come into the tip of the condom.

  At last his orgasm subsided, and while sucking in a lungful of air, Rich pulled out and fell onto his back. Paolo, grinning and smiling, climbed onto Rich, straddling his still hard cock. Paolo’s own cock was hard, leaking pre-cum, and Rich knew it wouldn’t take his neighbor long to get off. Still, Paolo lowered himself onto Rich’s cock, lifted, lowered, slowly at first and then faster, faster still. Bouncing up and down on that hard cock, Paolo stroked himself with one hand, the other he used to play with Rich’s chest. He grabbed at the thick fur, stroked harder and faster and with wild intensity while he rode Rich’s great cock.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” he panted, “fuck me hard, let me ride your thick cock, pound me you furry beast.”

  “Yeah, you like it all, yeah, that’s it Paolo, grab that hairy chest of mine, I need to see you come all over it, yeah, harder, harder…”

  Just then Paolo’s body froze and then his cock erupted with ropey coils of come. They shot through the air, white splotches landing on the dark fur of Rich’s chest. Paolo didn’t stop, he kept stroking until every last drop leaked out.

  “Christ, that was amazing…thank you, Rich. My ass…I’m gonna be so sore…but it was so worth it,” Paolo said, rising up on the bed, freeing Rich’s cock from its hold.

  Rich said nothing, he just stood up and went into the bathroom, where he unrolled the condom and dropped it into the toilet. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his face florid from sex, his chest hair dripping with come, his cock beginning to wilt. Shit, he needed a shower, but even so, he knew the water would only wash away the remains of the sex, not the memories and certainly not the guilt.

  The time was nearing six o’clock and Rich wasn’t home yet; he hadn’t even phoned to say he was going to be late, and of course that got Marc thinking, worrying. Had Rich’s wandering eye gotten him in trouble again, or was it as easily explained as something having to do with this mess with Danvers Converse? He contemplated calling him, but then thought better of it. He felt he’d been living in Rich’s shadow for too long, depending upon on him for everything. Given his meeting today with Lauren at the gallery, he should be concentrating on his own life. It was the only one he could control.

  He contemplated going for a mind-clearing jog, but then decided he didn’t have the energy for it. Instead, with a glass of wine in one hand and the history book of Wonderland in the other, he went outside and ambled down the rocky bluff, content to settle on the sandy beach, contemplate the world before him, and see if he could uncover something more about the Saunders family. Peeling off his shirt, he felt the cool breeze off the ocean tickle him. It felt good, and so he stretched out on the sand and let the strong sun soak into his skin.

  It wasn’t long before Marc realized he wasn’t alone on the beach. In the distance he could see a runner approaching fast.

  Disappointment washed over him. He didn’t want to be disturbed, preferring to keep this rare, peaceful moment to himself and him alone.

  Turn around, turn around, he urged the intruder, wishing he would disappear into the ether. No such luck. In fact, luck was as far from the Eldon Court beach as it could be. Because Marc’s visitor was none other than Parker St. John, dressed in running shorts and a sweat-drenched T-shirt.

  “Oh, look who it is, the boyfriend,” he said. “What’s your name…Mike? Mac?”

  “Marc.”
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  “Ah, yes. Marc with a C.”

  “Something tells me you already knew it,” Marc said. “You don’t have to play games with me. All your moves are obvious. A deaf-mute would recognize them.”

  “What a clever tongue you have,” Parker said, lifting his muscle

  T-shirt to wipe away the sweat from his brow. Marc couldn’t help but notice the thick brown hair which covered the man’s stomach, an impressive trail that branched out across flat abs. Marc quickly looked away, thinking his gaze had lingered too long and that Parker had picked up on it.

  “Yes, my moves are quite predictable, aren’t they,” Parker said, smiling, pulling his shirt off, wiping sweat from his brow.

  Marc couldn’t help but look at his chest, so hairy and thick, confirming this was the same guy Paolo had been sucking on the beach the other night. What, was Parker expecting that it was Marc’s turn now? Was this his move, taking his shirt off the opening salvo for getting his cock sucked?

  “But then again, Marc, you’re obvious, too, in your likes. You like now what you see.”

  “I’ve never cheated on Rich, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

  “Please, playful touching is hardly cheating,” he said, running his own hands though his sweaty mat. “Go ahead, give my chest a feel.”

  Marc shook his head. “I don’t think so. Rich is enough for me, trust me.”

  Parker scoffed at such a notion. “Don’t tell me you’re the honorable type? You really believe in foolish things like monogamy and truth?”

  “You make it sound like there’s something dishonorable about honesty.”

  “It just surprises me, you being so trustworthy when you’re boyfriend is nothing better than Wonderland’s biggest slut.”

  “Shut up about, Rich, okay? He’s none of your business.”

  Parker moved in closer to Marc, the shadow of his thick, muscular body absorbing the space between them. “Hit a nerve, didn’t I? Tell you what, why not meet me tonight at Number Two, it’ll be well worth your while. Rich has already had his way with half of Eldon Court, but there’s one guy he won’t ever succeed with. But, for you, oh, I’m all yours.”

  Parker grinned. “And you’ll love every inch of it…I mean, every second.”

  Marc said nothing, suddenly he couldn’t. The tension between them was palpable. He could feel the hair of Parker’s chest brushing against his arm, noticed too the thick bulge in the guy’s running shorts. He felt his own cock harden, and for a second all he wanted to do was reach out and follow the hairy trail down his belly and reveal the true girth of the man’s cock. At last, though, he swallowed hard, pain erupting in his throat.

  “I think you’d better leave.”

  “Think about it, Marc. You know you want me. Think of the message you’ll be sending Rich. If he can fuck around, so can you. The fact that you’re being screwed by the first man he was ever with, it’ll drive him crazy. Isn’t that what you want? For Rich to look at you again, to want you and only you?”

  Parker leaned down and planted a heated kiss on Marc’s mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside. Surprise kept Marc from immediately pushing away, but at last he did, or tried to. As he placed his hands on Parker’s chest to resist him, his fingers instead stroked the coarse pelt. My God, it feels wonderful. He knew he had a thing for hairy guys and Parker was that and more…He wanted sex now, this very second, and he wanted it from this sexy creature who knew just what to say, how to move, how to kiss.

  And suddenly it was over as Parker pulled away. He wiped at his mouth.

  “I knew you wanted it, and you’ll continue to want it. In fact, it’s all you’ll be able to think about,” he said. “And I believe in keeping my promise. You and me, later tonight, Number Two Eldon Court.”

  “And just what do you expect to me to tell Rich?”

  “Tell him you’re going for a jog, like always,” Parker said, “and, as a favor I’ll keep the windows closed, we wouldn’t want our neighbors to hear us, now, would we? Cause I gotta tell you, you’re going to be screaming wildly when my thick cock plows you.”

  Marc watched as their new nemesis retreated down the beach, his sexy figure fading against the horizon. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, not just Parker’s advances and his offer, but Marc’s own violent response; his knees wobbled from weakness. He’d hadn’t ached so desperately for sex—pure, un-adulterated sex, all animal aggression and passion threatening to boil over—since they’d moved to Wonderland.

  Rich’s cheating ways had spoiled their homecoming. Here was desire lighting his body with fire, and he was ready to be taken; he was ready to be devoured.

  He looked at his watch. Six ten. In little more than three hours he could be lying on his back with that sexy beast above him, thrusting and thrusting at his ass, pounding him till they both came in loads. The image of Parker’s heaving, hairy body atop him flooded his mind. Marc’s body tightened and then his cock exploded suddenly, unexpectedly. Geez, he thought, I just came in my shorts like some fourteen year old getting his first look at a naked man’s body.

  And right then he knew that resistance, as they say, was futile.

  He would meet with Parker. And he would let him fuck him all night. And if Rich found out, there was nothing he could say about it.

  Surely Marc had earned it. Surely Rich deserved it. Wonderland be damned, it was just a street, a house. The life they shared together, wasn’t it really just a big joke? Hadn’t Rich made a fool of him for years, first in New York and now within the confining façade of a place ironically called Wonderland?

  It’s not like Rich had told him where he was all afternoon.

  In Marc’s mind, Rich was fucking one of his neighbors.

  Hell, two could play at that game.

  Marc Anderson felt a harsh breeze come off the ocean and he shivered as his skin went all goose-bumps. A shift had occurred, deep inside him. He was taking charge, wasn’t that what he’d just been thinking about?

  Perhaps he had to think about his future, one where Marc came first.

  Hell, with a sexy beast like Parker St. John, Marc imagined himself coming first and often.

  Clouds had moved in by nighttime, hiding the moon and encasing Eldon Court in darkness. Still, a lone light shone, beckoning him, welcoming him...

  He knew he should turn back.

  But instead, he padded lightly up the front porch steps, careful not to make a sound and alert his neighbors to this clandestine meeting. At the door to Number Two, Marc Anderson considered whether to knock, ring the bell or…just then he noticed that not only was the door unlocked, it was slightly ajar. He was expected and apparently he was to let himself in.

  That Parker was a sly one; he knew how and when not to attract attention.

  Marc pushed the door open, stepped into the musky scented home.

  Parker was nowhere to be seen, and the house was eerily quiet. Candlelight in the foyer served as the only light inside the house.

  Given the intrigue surrounding the battle over Wonderland

  Palaces, Marc had to think that maybe this was a trap and he was easily falling prey to it. Was this—like Rich being forced to have sex with Aaron—a way for Danvers Converse to blackmail them? Did Parker St.

  John have something similar in mind, drawing Marc inside Number Two as a way to cause trouble between him and Rich? As forgiving as Marc had been with Rich’s…diversions, he didn’t think for one minute that Rich would stand for his own lover to be a cheater. A double standard, yes, but was Marc willing to take such a risk?

  He was here, though, wasn’t he? What did that mean?

  The double shot of vodka he’d knocked back before leaving hadn’t really settled his nerves.

  Scanning the inside of Number Two, Marc noticed sheets covering the furniture, ladders situated in both the living room and hallway, fresh cans of paint waiting to be opened, stirred, and brushed on walls in desperate need of a fresh coat. Whatever Parker’s true intentions were, they clearly included making Number Two livable again. Marc stole another look at walls stained brown and had to wonder: what really happened years ago, and why was the Saunders family denying Parker St.