Author Charlie Richards

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Three Point Tuck

Carry Me: Book Three

After injury forces Brendan Gateman to stop playing pro football, he falls back on his physical education and teaching degrees and begins coaching high school ball. Settling into a new town and hanging with his defensive coordinator, Dan Roper, Brendan finally feels like his life is back on track. His only regret is that the fear of losing not only his new life but his family forces him to remain deep in the closet. Still, he has two of the three things people always want out of life, and that's enough for him. At least, that's what he thinks until he meets paramedic Randy Coughlan. The out and proud man makes Brendan start rethinking his choices. When problems in Randy's life forces the man to make some tough choices, will Brendan's insecurities make him walk away? Or will he step up and become the man he never thought possible but always wanted to be?

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    Randy swallowed hard. As much as he hated to admit it, he could think of only one reason the man wanted to keep him in his clutches. "You gonna take a kidney shot or two for making a pass at you?"

Brendan’s fingers tightened on his hip, digging into the meat there. After a few seconds, a growl rumbled through his chest. Before Randy could fathom what to say to diffuse the man’s anger—he really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut—he found himself spun, pushed, shoved, and maneuvered. Seconds later, Randy’s back thudded against the wall and his arms were pinned over his head.

Brendan’s body continued to vibrate with the growls that rumbled through him, yanking Randy out of his disorientation. Shit, now he’d really put his foot in it. "Brendan?"

"Is that what you think of me?" Brendan practically snarled.

Randy knew he should be afraid, but the way the sexy African American’s brows furrowed and his dark eyes glittered instead caused his blood to roar through his veins. His cock thickened to full mast, making him ache in his jeans. He just managed to keep from thrusting against the hard body pressing him into the wall.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been turned on this much from just a man’s voice and the press of his body. Maybe it had something to do with Brendan’s masculine scent, or maybe how he was so much bigger and could manhandle him, if he so chose.

Ah, hell, it’s gotta be how he has my arms pinned over my head, holding me in place as he stares at me.

"You think I’d kick your ass, because you hit on me?" Brendan rumbled. "Is that the kind of man you think I am?"

Right, Randy needed to fix whatever insult he’d inadvertently given. Swallowing hard, forcing moisture into his throat, he rasped, "No. I mean, I hope not, but I don’t really know you."

Brendan hummed and lowered his head, tucking his nose into the crook of Randy’s neck. Randy instinctively tilted his head, giving the man more access. His mind reeled, wondering what the other guy played at even as he felt his body going pliant with need.

"No one knows me," Brendan mumbled, right before he settled his lips against the column of Randy’s throat and sucked lightly on the pulse point.

"Oh!"

Randy almost breathed the word, his mind quickly shutting down as Brendan’s lips nipped his delicate flesh again and again, working his way up. When the man finally reached Randy’s jaw, he rubbed his lips along the flesh, then over his cheek. Tingles broke out over Randy’s arms at the sensual feel of Brendan rubbing his lips and face against his own.

"Missed this so much," Brendan murmured.

"M-Missed what?" Randy forced out. Had the man not taken a lover in a while? How could that be? He was sex on a stick and twice as hot!

Brendan sighed, the warm breath tickling the fine hairs of Randy’s ear. The sexy man pressing him against the wall released his wrists. For a second, Randy keenly felt the loss, thinking he should have kept his mouth shut. Then, Brendan slid his palms against Randy’s and threaded their fingers together.

Still, Brendan didn’t lift his head to look at him. Instead, he kept his face hidden as he softly replied, "The feel of a man’s stubble against my own. His hard body pressed against mine. Strength and power and passion."