Taige Crenshaw Birthday Bash with Cait Miller!

 

 

 



 

 

Teenage Dreams

By Cait Miller

Do you remember that feeling when you were a teenager and you looked up at that face on the wall of your bedroom and your heart felt too big for your chest? When you would go to bed at night dreaming that one day you would bump into your heart throb, or they would suddenly pick you out of a crowd and sweep you away to live happily ever after? When nothing was as important as getting that magazine with the newest poster or picking up his latest movie or album?

Personally I had a standing date every night with Keanu Reeves and when he couldn’t make it then Christian Slater would make it up to me. In my younger years only Jason Donovan would do and I would watch Neighbours avidly and hate Charlene. I had (OK still have) his albums (in vinyl no less) and played them incessantly.

Of course nowadays I’m too old for that kind of heart-pounding, pulse fluttering, trembling crush… unless it’s Michael Bublé. Admittedly, I haven’t always felt this way. I enjoyed his music, thought he was attractive, but this July I had the very good fortune to get tickets to see him perform at The O2 in London. Now July hadn’t been kind to me and with a major family illness to contend with, I almost didn’t go but when the time rolled around I decided it would be good to get away for a couple of days and try to forget.

The arena was packed. 20,000 fans of all ages, men and women all buzzing with anticipation filled the seats around me. I sat thinking how is she doing? How will we cope? Can these people get any closer? Then the music started and I was transfixed. Song after song that I knew and loved, until I was standing and singing along. I forgot that I was hot and the people packed in like sardines. I forgot all of the trouble at home. And at the end when the band left the stage and he took his microphone off and just sang, silence fell and everyone strained to hear. He held that arena in the palm of his hand effortlessly. He held me effortlessly. He took me away from all my worries for two amazing hours and returned me to that innocence of the teenage crush where nothing could hurt you and the most important thing in the world was the face on your bedroom wall.

 

Unconventional Romance

By: Cait Miller

 When they met at a romance novelist convention Mark and Gray had a blistering secret affair, knowing that any future together would be impossible. Life with another man would mean suicide for Mark’s TV career, so they let each other go even though it was the last thing they wanted.

 What they hadn’t counted on was Gray’s mother. Under pressure of begging and bribery Gray finds himself once again attending the convention where only a year before his heart had been broken, and facing the man who had done it.

 Though Gray swore to keep his distance it’s not long until the embers of their affair are burning again and the two men are setting the hotel on fire. Perhaps this time Mark will be ready for their unconventional romance.

Warning contains two hot men behaving badly with each other in a hotel filled with women.

 

An Excerpt of Unconventional Romance

By Cait Miller

 

Mark watched Gray climb onto the bed, muscles sliding effortlessly beneath his golden tan. His dark hair fell over his shoulders and auburn highlights shone where the sun caught it. He held out a hand and Gray took it and settled beside him, not quite touching but so close Mark could feel the heat from his body. Memories of the last time they’d lain together washed over him in a scalding wave and brought the burn of tears to his eyes. The familiar scent of Gray’s shower gel surrounded him and his heart beat in a wild rhythm that matched the pulse he could see pounding at Gray’s throat. His dick pushed at his briefs, creating a delicious friction against the soft fabric. Mark stroked his fingers over Gray’s face and into the thick, dark hair, pulling him into a kiss that held all the longing of a year’s separation.

There, this—this was what had been missing. How could he ever have thought he’d be able to let this go?

You couldn’t give him what he needed, Mark’s subconscious whispered at him, and was ignored.

He explored the shoulders that were broader than he remembered and ran his hands over a chest and abdomen that were more defined, more muscular than a year ago. Had Gray been working out for the contest or was there someone else who had inspired it? He pushed the thought away as Gray helped him to take off his underwear and slid over him.

The first brush of their erections shot a bolt of electricity through Mark and he gasped. Gray kissed his way down Mark’s chest, running his hands through the wiry hair, then paused to squeeze and play with his nipples.

Mark moaned at the sensual burn that heated his body from chest to crotch. His dick throbbed in an answering pulse, and when Gray’s closed his warm mouth over his rock hard erection, his hips arched helplessly from the bed but were pushed back down with a firm grip. He groaned as Gray ran his tongue around the sensitive head and worked his way down his length until Mark could feel his throat closing around him. Gray pulled back, sucking hard, his tongue working the underside of his cock. Mark clutched at the head between his thighs. He came down on him again and again until Mark was writhing then urged him onto his stomach.

“You always did have the tightest ass, babe. Makes my mouth water.”

Gray ran that hot, wicked tongue ran over the curves of Mark’s buttocks and down the crease between them. He parted them with strong hands and licked over his hole. Mark groaned, torn between pushing harder against the friction of the sheets or back into the wet heat of Gray’s mouth and the prickling of his stubble. Then Gray breached his opening, thrusting his tongue inside him, and the pleasure of it made Mark’s head swim. His breath whooshed out.

“Bloody hell, Gray. Stop. Stop. I want to come with you inside me. It’s been so long. Fuck me. Please.”

Gray lifted his head and for moment cool air washed over Mark’s wet flesh. “Turn over..”

Mark did as he demanded, watching in breathless anticipation as Gray shuddered, reached over into the bedside table drawer and grabbed a condom and lube. Mark held a hand out for the slick and coated his fingers quickly, reaching down to get himself ready. He looked at Gray and found him watching with hungry eyes, his latex-sheathed dick gripped in his fist. He worked it with slow, careful strokes as tension quivered through his body.

He was beautiful.

“Come on, love, what are you waiting for?” Mark spread his knees and tilted his pelvis in invitation.

“You—I’ve been waiting for you.”

 

© Cait Miller 2013

About the author:

 

Cait Miller lives on the West Coast of Scotland in the same small town where she was born. She shares her home near the beach with a large collection of dragons and three miniature Yorkshire Terriers. Cait dreams one day of living in a castle filled with history…or at least a house with a library.

Books and writing have played a huge part in Cait’s life since she was very young. Encouraged by a mother with similar interests and one of the world’s greatest English teachers, she began writing her own stories. Unfortunately she inherited a practical side to her nature from her grannie—who once told her at a party, in front of her teenage friends, to cross her legs, not her fingers.

Cait went on to become one of the first people in her family to graduate from university, where she trained for a medical profession. Writing became something she did for her own pleasure, never dreaming it could be anything else. Then, one day, she showed one of those stories to a group of online friends who taught her to Believe In the Magic…

If you’re ever looking for Cait, you only have to find the nearest quiet corner and she’ll be there, book or pen in hand, wrapped up in another world.

 

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