Mark & Billy

By GA Hauser

For fans of the series-
The undeniable attraction between Chief of Police William P Sharpe, and top model Mark Antonious Richfield is a force more powerful than nature. Mark’s superstar son, Alexander Richfield, a man twenty years younger than his husband, Billy Sharpe, shares his father’s fetish for men in uniform, particularly Police Officers. Mark’s husband, Steven J Miller, a former LAPD cop, and now a co-worker with Mark at an advertising firm, has a lot in common with the new Chief of Police. Both of them are former military, police officers, top dogs, and both, enamored with Mark and Alex.
When father and son begin to imagine what it would be like for the two dominant alpha males in their lives to play, it opens up an opportunity- to explore their options.
Love, strong bonds, and no limits...
This book is for Action! Series fans who have always wanted...but didn’t get- enough of Mark & Billy.

This book contains married men having sexual relations with other married men.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Nov 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370788545

GA Hauser

About the AuthorAuthor G.A. Hauser is from Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA. She attended university at The Fashion Institute of Technology in NYC, and has a BA in Fine Art from William Paterson College in Wayne NJ where she graduated Cum Laude. As well as degrees in art, G.A. is a Graduate Gemologist from the Gemological Institute of America (GIA). In 1994 G.A. graduated the Washington State Police academy as a Peace Officer for the Seattle Police Department in Washington where she worked on the patrol division. She was awarded Officer of the Month in February 2000 for her work with recovering stolen vehicles and fingerprint matches to auto-theft and bank robbery suspects. After working for the Seattle Police, G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began to write full length gay romance novels. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has penned over 200 novels and short stories. Breaking into independent film, G. A. was the executive producer for her first feature film, CAPITAL GAMES which included TV star Shane Keough in its cast. CAPITAL GAMES had its Film Festival Premiere at Philly's Qfest, and its television premiere on OutTV. G.A. is the director and executive producer for her second film NAKED DRAGON, which is an interracial gay police/FBI drama filmed in Los Angeles with the outstanding cinematographer, Pete Borosh. (also the Cinematographer for Capital Games)The cover photographs of G.A.'s novels have been selected from talented and prolific photographers such as Dennis Dean, Dan Skinner, Michael Stokes, Tuta Veloso, Hans Withoos, and CJC Photography, as well as graphic comic artist, Arlen Schumer. Her cover designs have featured actors Chris Salvatore, Jeffery Patrick Olson, Tom Wolfe, and models Brian James Bradley, Bryan Feiss, Jimmy Thomas, Andre Flagger, among many others.Her advertisements have been printed in Attitude Magazine, LA Frontier, and Gay Times.G. A. has won awards from All Romance eBooks for Best Author 2009, Best Novel 2008, Mile High, Best Author 2008, Best Novel 2007, Secrets and Misdemeanors, and Best Author 2007.G.A. was the guest speaker at the SLA conference in San Diego, in 2013, where she discussed women writing gay erotica and has attended numerous writers’ conventions across the country.

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Chapter 1

Mark Antonious Richfield typed on his computer keyboard in his office at Parsons and Company. It was nearing the end of the work day on a Friday. The holiday madness was upon them as December reared its ugly head.

Mark paused in his work, running his fingers through his shoulder-length chocolate brown hair, and then he reread his proposal for a new ad campaign he and his husband, and co-worker, Steve Miller, were going to present next week.

Absently, he picked up his coffee mug, and then realized it was empty. He set it down and stretched his arms over his head, weary from a long week, and yet, another modeling shoot looming.

The year was coming to a close. Mark shut his eyes to relax for a moment and reflect on the time as it flew. Steve had turned forty last July, which was huge for Mark, but seemed irrelevant to his hubby; Alexander, his twenty-six year old son, was doing well in his new nighttime cable drama; two LAPD police officers he adored, had finally been promoted off the streets to detective, and Alexander’s husband, forty-seven-year-old Billy Sharpe, was now the Chief of Police in Santa Monica.

Mark rested his head on his arms on his desk and wished he could sleep. Suffering from insomnia, he needed medication to rest. It wasn’t fun.

Hearing someone at his office door, Mark forced himself to sit upright in his chair. His handsome former LAPD cop was there with a loving smile.

I was going to ask you if you were ready to go home. Steve entered the office, looking gorgeous in his business suit.

He and Steve had met while on a business retreat for this company. Oh, so long ago. Somehow they had managed to keep their relationship together through many perilous ups and downs.

Steve stood beside Mark, running his fingers through Mark’s hair. Wrap it up. Let’s go home.

Mark held Steve around his hips, kissed his zipper flap, and saved his work on the computer.

Steve leaned down to kiss Mark’s head, and said, Meet me at my office.

Mark acknowledged him and shut down his computer.

~

Steve felt his phone vibrate as he returned to his office. Alex had sent him a text message. ‘What are you and Dad doing for dinner?’

‘We don’t know. Why?’ Steve paused as he communicated with Alex.

‘Billy and I were thinking of going out, so? wanna come?’

‘Let me know where and when. We’re headed home now.’

‘okay.’

Steve pocketed his phone and took his suit jacket off a hook behind his door. He knew Mark had a modeling gig next Saturday for a luxury car manufacturer. Parsons and Company did the advertising for that account. Fabulous Mark Antonious would pose in conservative outfits; suits and ties, for the sedans, and then inevitably, would be topless in revealing pants, usually showing his imposing package, while seated in the front seat of their top-of-the-line sports car.

It was a pattern the car company had found lucrative. Mark’s beauty sold products. He even had his own cologne fragrance. Dangereux, and now Dangereux Red, exploiting Mark’s incredible sex appeal on an Italian superbike in both commercial and print ads.

Life with Mark and Alexander Richfield, was anything but, boring.

Steve closed his office door and spotted Mark coming his way. Even in the advertising office, Mark’s runway strut was mesmerizing.

Mark, with his catlike green eyes, and thick brown hair had kept incredibly youthful by a top-notch plastic surgeon and his restrained cosmetic touchups.

Steve could see the spark of desire in his husband’s eyes and smiled. Mark had been named the World’s Most Beautiful Man by a celebrity magazine.

I’m the luckiest fucker on earth.

Steve cupped the nape of Mark’s neck and kissed him.

Officer Miller, we’re at work. Mark grinned wickedly.

He gestured for Mark to exit, watching his graceful movements as he headed to the elevator. Co-workers wished them a ‘good weekend’ as they departed.

Mark brushed his hair back from his face while they waited for the elevator.

Alex asked if we’d like to join him and Billy for dinner.

Are Jackie and Adam expecting us?

Jack Charles Larsen, an attorney and lover of theirs, and his husband, Adam Lewis, Alex’s talent agent, usually spent the weekends with them for a four-way love affair.

Mark removed his phone to look at it as the elevator doors opened.

Since it was nearing five o’clock, other office workers were heading to the parking garage or the lobby. When Steve saw them take notice of Mark, which was a common occurrence, he tried to shield Mark from the gawking.

Mark tapped his phone, not engaging anyone.

Steve watched the numbers over the door descending and hoped no one took out their phone to annoy Mark with photos.

As more individuals began to cram into the already tight space, Steve stepped back against Mark, wanting to get him out of the elevator without a scene.

He heard Mark make a noise of surprise and Steve whipped his head around in anger.

Mark wagged his finger at a young woman. Naughty.

Steve showed his teeth, knowing Mark had most likely been goosed. He snarled. That’s considered assault. Don’t touch him.

She raised her hands innocently and they finally arrived at their parking level. He held Mark’s arm and glared at everyone in fury so no one else made contact with Mark as he exited. But, sure enough, cell-phones were held high, taking his and Mark’s photo.

Mark ignored it, since –well- it had gone on for an eternity.

Adam and Jack said they’re not bothered. Mark stood at the passenger’s side of Steve’s Mercedes, reading his phone.

Steve unlocked the doors and removed his suit jacket as Mark climbed into his sedan. He started the car and loosened his tie, opening his shirt collar. Not bothered they want to come, or not come?

Either. Mark put his seatbelt on. Where is Alexander going?

He said he’d text me. Steve backed out of the reserved parking space. Did you get touched on your ass or…

My bum. Mark rested his hand on Steve’s leg.

One of these days I’m going to report it and press charges. Steve waited for the magnetic reader to respond to their parking pass, and the arm rose allowing them to merge into the LA traffic.

I don’t want the hassle. Mark ran his fingertips to Steve’s inseam. Sex in the car had become a treat recently. Mark was always looking for ways to keep their love life exciting.

Steve drove to the highway ramp, and it was metered, since it was rush hour. Do you think we have time for a run?

No.

Steve smiled. Then, tomorrow, we’re going to do fifteen instead of ten miles.

Brute. Mark cupped Steve’s crotch.

Are you going to blow me, Richfield? The traffic signal turned green, but all it did was move him into the bumper-to-bumper highway traffic lane.

Mmm. Mark ran his fingers along where Steve had gotten hard.

I love you, Mark Antonious. Steve laughed.

As I love you, copper. Mark winked at him, then loosened his seatbelt and went for Steve’s pants.

~

Chief of Police Billy Sharpe pulled his black Corvette into the two-car garage of his and Alexander’s home in Bel Air. He lowered the double door behind him and picked up a leather valise filled with paperwork that he had to review over the weekend. He climbed out of his car, adjusted his heavy gun-belt, and walked to the door connecting the kitchen to the garage.

He’d been offered a brand new police cruiser, but he and Alex’s life was already exploited in the bad tabloid press to such an extent, Billy didn’t want to park a police vehicle in their front driveway.

So far, the sanctity of their home, and Mark’s which was a few blocks away, had been respected.

He opened the door and looked into the kitchen. Alex? He assumed he was home since Alex’s red-hot Mustang was in the garage.

Alex? Billy set his briefcase down and headed to the bedroom. Alex was there, holding his phone, texting, as he reclined on the bed.

Hey, handsome. Alex set his phone aside and pounced, leaping on top of Billy.

Billy kissed him and swung him in his arms. I take it you had a good day.

Mm! Alex gnawed on Billy’s jaw and neck.

Horny? Billy laughed, since Alex always was.

I haven’t sent Steve a message back yet about dinner, so…let’s fuck. Alex slid down Billy’s body and tugged his own shirt over his head.

Billy unsnapped his duty-belt keepers, and stared at his superstar husband. Alexander Mark Richfield had broken into blockbuster films, as well as landing another TV series on cable. As the months moved on, Alex’s trademark long hair, had grown nearly to its original length, after having to cut it for a role in a feature film.

The twenty-six year old androgynous sex-nymph was back and Billy loved it.

Alex stripped naked quickly and stretched out on the bed, legs spread, knees bent, and holding his fabulous dick.

Billy rested his gun-belt over the back of a chair and yanked his shoes and socks off.

Uh-uh. Alex shook his head. Uniform on.

Billy laughed to himself. Alex and his father had one mean uniform fetish. And he was the happy recipient of that fetish. Billy opened his uniform pants, exposed his erection and made his way to his gorgeous husband from the foot of the bed.

He kissed Alex’s shins, knees, and then sank between his thighs. Alex, always the considerate lover, was ready for a good fucking. Billy inhaled Dangereux cologne from Alex’s skin and it made his mouth water. He nuzzled under Alex’s balls and used his coarse shadow to rough him up. Another thing Alex and Mark shared was the craving for a powerful alpha male.

He felt a tap to his shoulder and spotted the bottle of lubrication. Billy held it and continued to enjoy Alex’s balls, and the silky skin between his legs. He ran his lips over Alex’s rim and then sat on his heels, using the lubrication on his palm as Alex held his own knees, opening himself up for the taking.

Look at that. Billy admired the view. He tossed the bottle aside and after he coated his own dick he pushed his slick fingers into Alex’s ass.

Yes! Alex arched his back and whimpered.

Ya like that, babydoll? Billy knew he did. Alex enjoyed fisting, although Billy didn’t do it often, mindful of Alex’s wellbeing.

More! Alex gripped the bedding and thrust up his hips.

Billy lowered his uniform pants and aimed his erection at Alex’s ass.

~

Alex couldn’t get enough of Billy. His ambitious LAPD police lieutenant had managed to make it to the top cop position in Santa Monica, returning to the department Billy had joined right after being in the military.

As Billy gave Alex a pounding worth remembering, Alex touched the gold and silver badge on Billy’s dark uniform shirt. He gazed up at Billy’s masculine jaw-line, his alluring five o’clock shadow and conservatively cut brown hair. A touch of gray graced Billy’s temples, and he was so powerfully built, Alex was in awe of his strength.

Fuck! the chief began to climax.

Alex licked his lips as he witnessed Billy grimace in pleasure. He grabbed his own dick and jerked it, ogling Billy’s uniform and how tightly it fit around his chest and biceps. Ah! Alex threw his head back and came, feeling Billy grind in deep and hard. Billy!

Goddamn it, Richfield! Billy slammed his hips against Alex and then gasped for breath.

Alex milked his cock and sank into the pillows. That was amazing.

Billy pulled out and staggered off the bed, removing the hot uniform and standing naked for a moment to recover.

Alex admired his spectacular build, seeing the barbed wire tattoo around Billy’s upper arm, one with ‘Alex’ scrolled into it. There was only one other man who had the gleam of police power, one that rivaled Chief William Paul Sharpe- and that was Steven Jay Miller, his father’s husband, a former LAPD cop and serviceman.

~

Yes, once again, Mark had sucked his cock in the car in traffic. Steve didn’t know how they could up the ante from there. Having Mark bob up and down on his dick on Interstate 405 while passing truckers could spy them, was not only risqué, it was insane.

It was also a wonder Steve hadn’t rear-ended someone when he climaxed.

Hearing Mark blowing his hair dry after they had showered together, Steve smiled. There’s the man I enjoy ‘rear-ending’ the most.

Since he was hungry, he picked up his phone to text Alex. ‘So? Where are we eating out? Jack and Adam are joining us.’

He got a text back. ‘Steve, Billy here. How about we go together to that spot on the beach. You know the one. No paparazzi.’

Steve did know. It was near Jack and Adam’s home in Malibu. ‘When?’

‘give us a half hour. we’ll meet you at your place.’

Since Steve was the only one with a sedan, he typed ‘okay,’ and texted Adam they would be at the beachfront restaurant in an hour.

Adam asked if he’d made reservations. Since Steve didn’t, Adam offered.

‘Thanks.’

He pocketed his phone and stood in the doorway, seeing Mark brushing his hair.

There’s going to be six of us over at that beachfront place in Malibu. Steve admired Mark’s slender build and full mane of brown hair.

Brilliant. Mark kissed him as he walked into the bedroom to get dressed.

Steve watched Mark, knowing with a modeling shoot looming, he was bound to restrict his eating. It was a problem they had dealt with ever since Mark began to model.

Steve moved to the doorway of the walk-in closet, seeing Mark go commando, wearing black shining slacks and a cashmere V-neck pullover. Damn, Richfield. Steve wanted to fuck him.

Mark shot him a sexy smile for the compliment. He kissed Steve once more, and put his watch on, as well as his new ‘Red’ cologne.

Steve nudged his erection, since nothing got him as hot as Mark. Well, except maybe Mark’s son.

Right. Mark flipped back his hair. He looked at his phone and held it. Are we going together?

Yes. Steve touched himself over his pants.

Mark spied it. More? After a naughty blowjob on the commute home?

I can’t get enough of you.

You behave like a teenager. Mark held Steve by his hips and pushed their crotches together.

You make me feel like one. Sex in the car? Steve groaned with exaggerated ecstasy. I remember doing that before we got married. It’s still just as hot.

I know you love it. Making kissing noises at him, Mark gave Steve’s hard dick a grope and then headed down the stairs to the living room.

Steve inhaled the cologne scent and shivered with lust.

~

Mark put on a pair of expensive designer loafers and his Italian made black leather jacket. He entered the garage and used the button on the wall to open the garage door. When he did he spotted his son and Billy, holding hands, walking towards their home.

Mark stepped onto the driveway to greet them, and glanced at his new red Ducati 1299 Panigale motorcycle, which was parked beside his TVR Tuscan sports car.

He had intentions of riding both, his motorbike, and his white stallion this weekend.

After arming the house and locking the door, Steve stood by Mark as Alex and Billy approached.

Hello, my pet. Mark kissed his son’s cheek, seeing Alex’s hair had grown past his shoulders once more, the way Alex loved it. As Alex greeted Steve, Mark took in the appearance of his handsome Chief of Police.

Billy met Mark’s gaze and the spark between them was electric. Hello, gorgeous. Billy cupped Mark jaw in both hands.

Mark went into a swoon as they kissed.

A brush of Billy’s hips hit his, and Mark’s body reacted, whether he wanted it to or not. He backed up gracefully and heard Alex catching Steve up on his week at the TV studio.

…and, Adam sent me to three more auditions for films…

Mark forced himself to stop staring at the chief and nudged at his own erection discreetly.

Three more? Alex, that’s fantastic. Steve sounded jubilant.

Before they climbed into Steve’s car, Mark asked Billy, How are you, lovely?

Hanging in there, Mark. After Billy tugged on Mark’s hair playfully, Billy turned his attention to Steve, giving Steve a kiss on the lips and a warm hug.

Mark went into a sensual meltdown as his two alpha males connected. He glanced at his son, and Alex seemed to be enthralled as much as he was.

There was a time in the recent past when Chief Sharpe and former LAPD Officer Miller, were knocking heads as if in competition for the prize. Now that they appeared to be content, Steve and Billy’s animosity had morphed into affection.

Alex and he met gazes for a split second as Mark had no doubt both he and his son had gotten a bit of a thrill at the sight of Billy and Steve kissing.

They avoided the taboo topic and Mark sat beside Steve in the front seat as Alex and Billy sat behind them.

Steve backed out of the garage, pausing while the door lowered, and as he did, he touched Mark’s crotch. Mark was embarrassed he was aroused and caught Steve’s hand before he realized it.

Since it was December, it was dark early, and inside the car was dimly lit by streetlights and the dashboard’s glow. Mark lowered the visor to see his reflection, and caught the macho chief staring into his eyes.

Chapter 2

Steve spotted Jack’s Jaguar in the restaurant’s parking lot. The activist lawyer had a personalized plate, which was easy to recognize. It spelled out ‘Rainbow Law’.

Steve parked near it, and the men exited the car. He pocketed his keys and met Billy to walk behind Mark and Alex.

How’re you enjoying being the chief of police? Steve asked, seeing white fairy lights wrapped around the potted plants near the restaurant’s entry.

I can’t complain. Billy reached to hold the door for Steve and Steve glanced at Billy’s leather holster, one that was attached to Billy’s belt. I haven’t caught up with you recently. How’s Mark? Billy asked.

Other than the car shoot coming up next weekend, nothing too earth shattering. Steve noticed Mark pointing out Adam and Jack, who had already been seated at a table by the window which had a view of the ocean.

Billy nudged Steve as they made their way. Larsen’s wearing reading glasses. Fuck. I know I need them.

Steve smiled at Billy before he joined the other men. Are you afraid of Alex teasing you?

Yes! Billy smiled sweetly at Steve.

Steve greeted Adam and Jack with a kiss, then draped his jacket over the back of the chair and sat beside Jack and across from Alex.

The waiter approached. Water for everyone? They all agreed and the waiter nodded and left.

Steve noticed Alex checking his phone and then nudging off his coat to tuck behind him.

Once they settled in, Steve tried to see out of the glass pane to the ocean, but it was very dark outside. Are we getting together for Christmas or New Years?

Adam laughed softly. For what? Caroling and exchanging gifts?

I’m in for New Year’s Eve. Alex’s foot touched Steve’s under the table. Steve glanced down, and figured it was unintentional.

I’m not bothered. Mark ran his fingers through his hair.

Adam tugged at Alex’s long locks. It’s growing back so quickly.

Thank God! Alex pulled it into a ponytail and then let it flow down his shoulders.

Steve admired him, loving Alex’s hair long.

Tell us about the auditions, Adam, Mark said as the waiter brought ice water for the four of them.

Adam sat back, allowing the waiter topped up his and Jack’s glasses. I’m trying to be picky so he doesn’t have to cut his hair again. Adam took a sip from a glass of red wine.

Would anyone like a drink? Or do you need another minute?

Since Steve hadn’t even looked at the menu, he opened it up.

Yes, a minute, please, Mark replied.

The waiter left them alone.

What are you getting? Steve asked Mark, knowing Mark had a modeling shoot approaching.

I don’t know. Mark sipped his ice water and opened the menu.

Steve felt Jack touch his leg, and glanced at him. Jack shook his head, indicating not to harp on Mark about food. He tacitly agreed and found something for himself.

~

Mark browsed the light meals and would be happy with a starter salad. He wasn’t hungry. He closed the menu and thought about the advertising accounts he and Steve had to work on for next week.

Since the lights inside the restaurant created images on the window pane he was near, Mark couldn’t see outside, and mostly caught his own reflection. He felt Billy’s stare on him and glanced at him.

At first, Billy seemed as if he was going to smile, but as their stare became intense, Billy expression hardened.

Alex asked Adam, What are you getting?

"I thought the lump crab cakes looked good. It’s on their