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Until The End Of Time by Shawn Lane
Amber
Allure
Genres: Gay/Contemporary
"5 ANGELS!...the much awaited sequel to AT LONG LAST...absolutely as
good as the first one in the set had been, mostly because Scotty and Preston
were well worth getting to know. The conflict in the second in the series is
equally as riveting as well. The conflict starts at the beginning and seems to
roll the plot and characters where it wants them to go, all the way until the
end. Reading UNTIL THE END OF TIME was like visiting old friends!"--April,
Fallen Angel Reviews
The sequel to Amber Allure’s
Best Seller At Long Last...
Seven months into their relationship, Preston has
yet to tell his parents he is gay and living with Scott. When they are invited
to the wedding of Preston’s ex-wife, a wedding Preston’s parents will also
attend, Scott hopes Preston will finally admit to their relationship. But
Preston fears having the same strained relationship Scott has with his father,
or worse, being disowned.
While Scott is beginning to believe Preston will
always be ashamed of their love and will never come around to admitting the
truth, Preston wonders if Scott will bolt if he doesn’t stick to Scott’s
timetable.
Preston has a tough choice. Trust his parents with the truth or
risk losing Scott forever...
Different worlds, different lives. Will this
forbidden love defy the demands of fate?
Excerpt:
......“Hello, may I speak to Mom, please?”
Preston
winced at the edge in Scott’s voice. Obviously Scott’s father had answered the
phone. Scott still hadn’t forgiven the man for the way he acted just as he and
Preston were getting together. He’d said he would eventually, but Preston wasn’t
sure his lover would ever have anything but a tense, awkward relationship with
his father.
“I’d prefer to speak with her,” Scott said from the other room.
“When will she be back?” A heavy sigh. “Fine. Can you please tell her I’m going
out of town for a few days and I’ll call her when I get back on Sunday?”
And
therein was the biggest reason Preston didn’t want to tell his own parents about
being gay and living with Scott. He feared their reaction. Sure, maybe he was a
damn coward. But he’d grown up with loving parents. He had a great relationship
with his dad and it would just about kill him if it became like Scott’s
relationship with his dad.
In his head, Preston knew Scott and Kenneth Trask
had never had the closeness he’d had with his dad, so he shouldn’t judge his own
situation by their strained relationship. But his heart didn’t want to
listen.
In his family no one had ever been gay or different in anyway. They
hadn’t been happy when he and Marilyn divorced. No one in his family ended their
marriage. He couldn’t even begin to fathom how they would react to him being gay
and in love with another man. One thing he did know was that if he had to choose
between his parents and Scott, he’d choose Scott. That didn’t mean the choice
would be easy.
He came out of the bathroom and tossed the lube in his
suitcase. It wouldn’t hurt to be prepared. Scott had hung up the phone.
“Everything okay, honey?”
Scott blew out a breath and smiled. “Sure. No
problem.”
He noticed Scott had already filled his own suitcase with shorts,
shirts, and underwear. He didn’t see any pajamas so he figured maybe it was the
right thing to bring lube after all.
He packed quickly, his gaze constantly
going to Scott as he worked. He couldn’t keep his eyes off his lover. Never
could, really. Scott’s gym shorts were baggy, but Preston knew the perfection of
Scott’s round little ass. And damn it, it was distracting.
“What?” Scott
asked, catching him looking.
Preston smiled. “Well, you’re really
hot.”
Scott laughed. “Finish packing and you can do something about
it.”
“Almost done now.” He tossed in a couple extra pairs of socks and
underwear.
His lover zipped up his own suitcase and set it on the floor. “I’m
going to take this out and put it by the front door. You got your suit in the
garment bag?”
“Yeah.”
Scott also scooped that up and wheeled his bag out
of the room.
Preston re-checked that he had everything and closed his
suitcase. He set it on the side of the room, then pulled down the blanket and
sheet on the bed.
Scott came back, already pulling his muscle T-shirt over
his head. He dropped it at the foot of the bed.
Preston’s mouth twisted.
“Babe, the hamper is right there.”
Scott’s grin was decidedly unrepentant and
wicked. He shrugged and turned his back on Preston. He slowly lowered his
shorts, like a striptease, exposing only the very top of his crease.
Preston
swallowed. He tore off his own shirt, his gaze never leaving that tight ass as
Scott scooted the shorts down over the curve of his cheeks. “Shit, babe, you’re
making me crazy.”
Scott grinned over his shoulder. “That’s the plan,
Pres.”
Preston’s shirt fell from his hands to the floor. Now Scott had his
shorts pushed all the way off his ass and he inched them toward his
knees.
Preston decided his lover was going much too slowly and, with a growl,
reached for Scott, who let out a squeal of surprise. He pulled the man against
him, rubbing his still-short-covered straining erection along Scott’s
ass.
Scott leaned back his head, resting it against Preston’s shoulder. He
moaned low and it sounded so fucking sexy, Preston’s cock jumped.
“Fuck.” He
groaned and pushed Scott toward the bed. “Get on the mattress—now...”