Worth The Wait - Lynn Lorenz

Well, it's been nearly a year since my last medieval gay romance release, Jackson's Pride. Tuesday, the sequel, Baymore's Heir is due out and I can't wait. Yeehaw!

This story takes place after Will and Jackson have found their HEA. They share their lives and love at Baymore Castle; Will running the holdings and Jackson being duke, and perhaps getting a little bored. So when Will's brother Wallace invites them to attend his newborn's christening, both men are up for a little road trip.

For Will, it's not the best visit home. His brother and his wife have two kids now, and Will's not a kid-friendly sort of guy. He has to stand up at the ceremony and look interested in a screaming child. His father doesn't know Will's gay, and in love with Jackson. And to top it all off, his father keeps insisting that Jackson should marry, produce an heir, and get on with the business of being a duke. It's all working Will's last nerve.

However, for these medieval men, what happens at Baymore, stays at Baymore, and so Will must behave. Unless he's at a party, been drinking far too much, and trying to hide the deadly truth that he's in love with a man, while being so turned on he can barely keep his eyes and hands off that man.

Jackson, who feels he's still out of his league among the nobility, takes what Will's father, the honorable Duke of Holcombe, has to say to heart. He really should have an heir. Someone to pass on the Baymore name and lands to. A son.

And it's this one idea, a common plight of the nobility, the old "heir and a spare," that could just lead to Will and Jackson's downfall.

Because, after all this time, Jackson still has his pride, and Will is so committed to Jackson that he would do whatever Jackson said, despite knowing it wasn't the smartest thing he's ever done.

This is a tale of desperation...Jackson's, Will's and all the people they drag into their half-baked plan to get Jackson that heir he wants.

Once in the hole, how do you get out? Perhaps on the backs of the people who've fallen in with you? If you're truly desperate, how far would you go?

For Will and Jackson, they've certainly dug their own hole and they either have to lie in it or get out of it, but one thing's for sure, if they're not careful, they might end up dead.

Excerpt -

“I need to see your face, my lord. Look into your eyes, see your soul in their blue depths.” Jackson nuzzled Will’s throat, his tongue painting its way up to Will’s ear, then taking the lobe between his teeth. A shiver ran through Will, and a soft echo stirred deep inside his loins.

Will gasped as Jackson nipped him.

It was too soon for his rod to stiffen, but he enjoyed the feelings that danced over the sensitive skin that sheathed it and in the slight tightening of his stones and the sac that held them.

Jackson crawled between Will’s legs, spread them open, and pushed Will’s knees up and apart, splitting him open.

“Fuck me, you’re beautiful, Will.” Jackson gazed at Will’s ass. “See? Just there.” Jackson touched his finger to the soft skin between Will’s hole and his sac. “No. You can’t see. Pity. If you could, you would be as taken with the sight as I am.”

“What do you see, my love?”

“Your tight ass.” Jackson licked his lips. “It’s perfect. Pink. It resembles a young rose, closed tight to the world, not yet unfurled. I wish to open your rose. To make it bloom with pleasure.”

Will’s head fell back as Jackson’s poetry washed over him, as rain from the sky, bathing him in desire.

“My rose awaits your staff.”

Jackson leaned down, pushing up on Will’s legs, and as Jackson dragged his tongue over Will’s sac, Will cried out. Will’s cock filled with blood, and it grew hard against his belly.

His lover didn’t stop there. Jackson sucked a stone into his mouth, then pulled it away, stretching the skin until all Will could do was beg Jackson to release it.

God, the pain was so sweet and added to the strength of his erection. When Jackson moved to the other side, Will thought he’d lose his mind. The pain was so pure, so intense as it surged through his body, tingling in the base of his spine.

“Fuck me. Now. Please.” Will moaned.

“Aye, my sweet William.” Jackson pressed the tip of his cock into Will, Will pushed into it, and his bud opened. Jackson slipped inside, filling Will completely. After he let a few hammer beats of his heart pass, Will reached up and buried his fingers in Jackson’s dark red mane.

“Now,” Will commanded.

Jackson obeyed.

They rode their pleasure, each move reflected in the subtle shift of their bodies, the quiet intake of air, the harsh exhale of a cry gasped, the shared gaze in their eyes, as they built in the climb to completion.

Blue eyes bored into brown, hands clenched hair, skin, hips, neck. Jackson’s breath in was Will’s breath out, locked together, body, heart, and soul, as they coupled, mated, joined in their love.

Jackson cupped Will’s cheek, and rested his forehead against Will’s. “My life is yours.”

“I am yours. Command me.” There was nothing Will would not do for this man.

“Just love me.” Jackson gave a final thrust, stilled, and spilled.

Will joined him, painting his own belly with ropes of white.

Jackson gave a final toss of his sweat-dampened head and pulled gently out of Will’s ass, then fell to the side on the bed, one arm flung over his face.

Will settled into the crook of that arm, his head rested on Jackson’s shoulder.

For a while, they dozed.

Out of long habit, Will woke before dawn, but unlike the times before, Jackson wasn’t asleep. No soft snore filled the quiet of the room. Jackson lay awake, his gaze focused out of the window, at the night sky.

“Something troubles you, Your Grace?” Will whispered.

“Aye. I have had a thought and have not been able to escape it.” Jackson sighed.

Will ran his hand over Jackson’s broad chest. “Tell me. Perhaps I can help.”

“You are the only one who can, my lord.”

“Then name it and it is done.”

Jackson fell silent. His lips turned down, his brow furrowed. All in all a most severe look. Had Will earned his displeasure?

“If anything happened to me, Will, what would happen to Baymore?”

“Baymore?”

“Aye. This place. The land. The people.”

Will fell silent. What would happen? “I suppose, it might fall to some lesser noble, if he dared to try to win it.”

“You could not hold the land or the title.”

“Nay. Not without the armsmen’s backing and the lesser lord’s oaths.” Will frowned. “I might convince them, but it would take more than words to do so. I’d have to spend much from the coffers to ensure their loyalty.”

“Aye, as I thought. But Will, if there were someone? A true Baymore? What then?”

“Well, that would be different. The men have given oath to Baymore and to you. That includes all who hold the Baymore name.”

Jackson gave a slow nod. “Then what must be done is clear.”

“What must be done?” Will wasn’t sure what Jackson spoke of, but he knew it pressed heavy on Jackson’s mind.

“I must have a son, Will. I must marry.”

The bed Will lay on dropped away, and he hung in the air for just a moment, then plummeted, as a dove falls from the sky, an arrow struck through its heart. His stomach rose in his throat as his lifeless body tumbled away into oblivion. His vision narrowed and all he saw was the night sky in the window receding, stretching farther and farther away, until the moon and the stars were but points of dim light.

“And you must arrange it. As my steward, you must find me a wife.” Jackson’s words echoed, as if from very far away.

Will opened his mouth, but no reasonable sound escaped; only a cry of utter destruction gathered in the pit of his stomach and roiled, burning and hot, upward in his throat. When it reached his mouth, he clamped his lips shut against it, refusing to give it a voice.

This could not be. This was insanity.

He must be dreaming. That was it, he slept, and this was nothing more than a dream, some horrible nightmare. If he could just keep from screaming, he would awaken, still held tight in Jackson’s arms.

Jackson sat up, took Will by the shoulder, and shook him. “Will. Did you hear me?”

Will stared up at his lover of the last two years. The man he’d killed for, the man he’d left his home, his family, his father for. The man he loved more than his own life.

“I said, you must find me a wife. I must have a son. I must have an heir.” Jackson’s words, as deadly as any sword Jackson had ever wielded, stabbed Will in the heart, leaving him dead.

Oh God, this was no dream. This was hell. Damnation. Punishment from God for his past sins, for the sin of lying with another man and for loving another man.

Of all the things Jackson could have asked him, nothing could have been more unexpected, more shocking, or more impossible for Will to do.

Will’s hands trembled as he sat up. He got out of bed, found his breeches, and slipped them on, fighting back the burning in his eyes, the tears threatening to spill, the bleeding of his heart, cut out of his chest. Yet, he still lived. Dead, but alive.

He pulled the strings tight, straightened, and faced his lover.

“Is that what you truly wish, Your Grace?” His voice didn’t shake.

Jackson smiled at him and nodded.

Will walked to the door, raised the bar, and opened it.

“Then I will do as you command, Your Grace,” he whispered, then slipped out.

The door closed behind him.

Baymore's Heir available Jan 26 at Loose Id

Lynn Lorenz

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