Ace-High Royal Flush

By Tinnean

Jefferson Sebring wined and dined, charmed and cajoled, and lured and seduced handsome men into his bed. However, he never wanted to keep one longer than a few dates or a few months. He had his work with the CIA and his duties to his family, and with those and his men, he was content. That was, until Ludovic Rivenhall.

First Ludo squired Jefferson’s sister Portia around town, then fell into Jefferson's bed as so many others had. But Ludo wanted more than a same time next year type of relationship; he wanted to stay in Jefferson’s life, and Jefferson found he was willing to allow it as long as they both still wanted it.

Years later, they both still wanted each other -- but men didn't marry men. Or did they, in this new world they had survived to see?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Feb 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781634860161

Tinnean

I’ve been writing since the 3rd grade. I was on the staff of my high school magazine, and then... I got married. There was a long interval when raising my kids took preference, although I would scribble sci fi, contemporary, or paranormal stories with very strong heroines. (This was before I discovered m/m. Don’t laugh, I led a very sheltered childhood.)It was with the advent of the family's second computer – the first intimidated everyone – that my writing took off. I discovered 1. Fanfiction; 2. m/m (yes, I know. Finally!); 3. the wonder that is copy and paste. Does anyone remember what typing up a manuscript on a manual typewriter was like? Okay then, nuff said.While I was involved in fandom, I was nominated for both Rerun and Light My Fire Awards. But even then, my original characters would come knocking, to the point I’ve left Jim and Blair, Rodney and John, and even Lyle and Mr. Taggart (Blazing Saddles) behind. I’ve been published by Nazca Plain, JMS Books, Dreamspinner, Wilde City Press, and Less Than Three Press, and now I’m taking the leap into the self-pubbing pool. My novel, Two Lips, Indifferent Red received honorable mention in the 2013 Rainbow Awards, and Home Before Sundown was a 2017 runner-up.Now I reside in SW Florida with my husband and three computers, but I’ll always be a Noo Yawk kinda gal.

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Ace-High Royal Flush

By Tinnean

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Copyright 2016 Tinnean

ISBN 9781634860161

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Ace-High Royal Flush

By Tinnean

Prologue

Jefferson. Warm fingers stroked down my spine.

Mmm.

Jefferson.

I peeled open an eyelid. What?

You know what today is, don’t you?

I knew. It was New Year’s Day, 2013—our wedding day. Same-sex marriage had become legal in Maryland, where we lived on the Sebring family farm, a couple of months previous, thanks to popular vote, and today was the first day we could tie the knot, so that was what we were going to do.

However, if there was one thing I loved more than Ludovic Rivenhall, my partner of more than forty-three years, it was teasing him.

I grunted and turned my face into my pillow, pretending to want nothing more than a few more minutes of sleep.

"Jefferson!"

I buried my smile in my pillow.

Fine. Be that way. Ludo huffed and started to straighten. I’m going downstairs. Mrs. Plum will have breakfast ready.

I rolled over, caught his hand, and pulled him—my lover…my fiancé…my soon-to-be husband—down onto me. Good morning, angel eyes.

You were awake all this time! He attempted to push off, but all that did was bring our cocks into contact. And just like that, he was rock hard. Even after all these years, he was still as hot for me as I was for him.

Did you think I’d be able to sleep, knowing in a few hours I’ll have you tied to me legally?

He blushed—his fair British complexion betraying him—and sank down onto me again, his hips jerking as our cocks slid against each other. I wrapped my hand around them and tugged gently.

We don’t have time, he gasped.

I kissed him and ran my fingertips over the curve of his ass. We always have time, I whispered against his lips. Tonight I promise to take my time, but now I’ll make it quick—

You will not!

As it turned out, I didn’t.

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Afterward, it took some time for our breathing to get back to normal.

Why do I let you do this to me?

Make love to you? Because you love me.

Arse. He pinched my hip, then stroked the scar I’d had since I was nineteen. I meant tease me.

I smiled into his hair. The answer is still because you love me. And because you know I love you.

You do, don’t you?

I framed his face between my palms. More than my life.

He rubbed his cheek against my palm, then pushed himself off. I’m famished, and I don’t plan to faint from hunger before I say I do. He caught up his robe and slid his arms into the sleeves. Don’t dawdle. The family will be here before we know it.

Go on. I’ll be right with you.

He paused at our bedroom door and gazed back at me quizzically. Did you ever think we’d reach this point?

Fortunately, he didn’t wait for a response, because no, for the longest time, I’d never given it the least consideration. I’d been a major asshole.

I stacked our pillows behind my back and angled myself up onto them.

Yeah. Agent Oblivious—that was me.

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Chapter 1

Growing up bookended between an older brother who was the proverbial golden child and a younger brother who sat back and watched the world go past, I’d learned early my best option was to go my own way.

For five years I’d been the youngest brother. For the next five years I’d been the middle brother. And then, when I was ten, I became the second oldest when our sister Portia was born. She came as a surprise, since we’d all been expecting another brother—Sebrings ran