I’m joining the group on the Rebel Ink Press Blog Hop today and I have a sexy piece for you that’s all m/m and set in the sultry city of New Orleans. Imagine sizzling music, hot summer nights and two men who are ready to heat up the bowels of the beautiful city.
Then you have…
HOT SUMMER NIGHTS – NEW ORLEANS
For Jazz musician Damian Carter, New Orleans was a sensuous destination and he spent his nights crooning to men and women longing to rekindle their passion. The most sought after piano player in town, he worked at Chez Louis, a sultry club on Bourbon Street where every desire imagined could be found – no matter how kinky. While handsome and wealthy, Damian hid behind a mask of anonymity, realizing no man could handle his dark longings. He was resigned to remain very much alone. That is until fate intervened one dark and stormy night and one man fueled a fire deep within. Steven Dyson was a local doctor by trade and hungered for a taste on the wild side. As they engaged in a tryst, both men became embroiled in fulfilling every craving — both realizing it was simply a night of sin. That is until a little magic intervened. After all, it was New Orleans. And suddenly one hot, summer night became so much more…
“That was one hell of a set. Jesus! You know how to kick up the heat in the old joint.” Holding out his hand, he grinned from ear to ear as he glanced over his shoulder. “Can’t tell you how many amazing comments we’ve heard about you and your talent. I hope we can keep you around for a long time, my boy. Took me damn long enough to get you here. Your pappy would be proud, God rest his lively kick ass self. Perhaps the storm is a way of bringing every soul together, even yours. A little heat. A little fire. You know what I mean, right? Or have you already forgotten how to ride a bike?”
“Hmmm… You trying to fix me up again, Jackson?” Damian Carter grinned, shaking his head as he glanced at the older man. A trusted friend and advisor, the man was a father figure to him. Yeah, so he was in need but he had a job to do. Think clearly. Don’t get distracted.
“Trying to get your head out of your ass, dear boy. This club is the perfect location and I have a feeling you might find someone to soothe the savage beast. If you will allow something special to happen.”
“Uh-huh.” Shaking his head, Damian couldn’t help but grin.
“Trust me, the feeling is mutual.” He wasn’t so certain his father would be doing anything but turning in his grave, but Jackson had been his father’s best friend two decades ago. That is before his father was succumbed to booze and heart disease. There were so many stories he’d grown up with and loved hearing over and over again. His father had once been a famous blues musician back in the hay day. Sometimes it seemed funny how life circled around itself. The club had been trying to lure him into a full time gig for almost a year. In truth, performing here was one of the best decisions he’d made in a long time. For some reason he had peace coming night after night. His days were spent one way and his nights entirely something else.
Damian scanned the crowd and for the first time in ages was jazzed about his own playing. Standing room only, the partying group was obviously prepared to linger well into the wee hours of the morning and he was going to be along for the ride. Jackson Stillman owned what most considered the hottest club in New Orleans. Nestled smack in the liveliest section on Bourbon Street, Chez Louis was hip, exclusive and filled every night with the beautiful and not so beautiful people of the city.
The place was also a mainstay attraction for men and women who longed to find a treat for the night or longer. Known as a kinky pick up joint, he’d seen more than his share of couplings happen during his tenure. Fuck, fest and fantasize was the constant tease from the staff. They all knew what went on in the bathrooms and under the cloth covered tables, but then again he’d seen enough blatant lewd and very uninhibited acts all over the club. No one seemed to care what went on. Funny, he truly wondered what he father would think if he could see his old army buddy now. The thought gave him a smile.
Damian certainly enjoyed every aspect of being a voyeur in the sultry club as he tickled the ivory keys, giving the hungry crowd their needed sensual vibes. And he’d even been able to take a bite every once in a while, preferring younger men who could indulge in his particular brand of sin. But on certain prescribed terms. He’d love to find someone he could call his again, but there was no amount of voodoo in the entire city to give him what he truly needed. Forgiveness. Sighing, he scanned the crowd.
“Don’t let me keep you,” Jackson chortled as he nodded toward a table full of women, each one scantily clad given the hot summer night. “I think the ladies will run me out of my own bar with shotguns in hand if you stop for the night. Then again, perform your magic and make sure they have the verve needed to find a taste of something for later. If you know what I mean.”
Oh, he knew what Jackson meant. There was no one else who could draw the kinds of kinky crowds as he could. Damian had another full set to go before he could even think about calling it a night. He’d saved some of his sultriest pieces for this round and one he knew would have every sexy lady’s panties moistened with raging hunger. Grinning, he brushed his hand through his long mane of hair and proceeded to give the table full of buxom vixens more than just a seductive gaze. There was no doubt he could sizzle and tempt. In truth, he prided himself with his alluring and yet usually understated methods. Usually being the key word. “No worries, my man. Just going to grab a drink and step outside for a minute or two.”
“Well, you certainly deserve a break. Hardest working musician in town, I tell you.” Giving Damian a salute, he backed away into the shadowed darkness of the club.
Sighing, Damian walked toward the bar, making certain he passed just close enough to the table of women to catch their eyes. “Having a good time, ladies?” Somehow he couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t just paid for his music. The entire package was a draw and he knew better than not to flirt and tease.
“You’re a fabulous piano player. Perhaps you’d play something just for me.”
Raising his eyebrow, Damian exhaled very slowly as he wrapped his fingers around the beautiful woman’s hand, pulling her fingers toward his mouth. Breathing a swath of hot air across her knuckles, he could tell by her pointed nipples just how turned on she was. He kissed her hand, allowing his lips to linger on her skin before giving a single moan and easing back, his eyes fluttering. Yeah, so he realized the acting might get him in trouble one day, but everyone wanted to indulge in a few minutes of fantasy, no matter what type of relationship they were in. “Mmmm… Anything for a woman of your verve. It will be my greatest pleasure…” His voice lifting in a question, he kept his eyes pinned on the dark haired girl, oblivious to the others for a brief moment.
“Raven. My name is Raven.” Her voice filling with a sensuous husk, the words were barely audible.
I hope you enjoyed and don’t forget to join the others on the hop.