Sons & Lovers An Action! Series Book 31

By GA Hauser

Mark Antonious Richfield is still powering on- at full speed- getting his father's billion dollar manufacturing company into the future, with Steven Jay Miller, his new partner, right by his side.

Alexander Mark Richfield is losing his mind over the new guy in his dad's life, Stan Charles.
Chief of Police Billy Sharpe gets a lucky break at work, and Jack Larsen receives some bad news from Florida.

The boys from LA are back!
Get into the Action! groove, as Mark creates havoc with his son, and his many lovers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Jun 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370373239

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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SONS & LOVERS

an Action! Series Book

By

G.A.HAUSER

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Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2018

SONS & LOVERS

Book 31 of the Action! Series

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2018

ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1717-3917-8-0

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Chapter 1

A fork tapped a stemware glass, making a chiming noise.

The laughter and conversations slowly quieted down.

I would like to say a few words.

Friday night, sitting with his ex-husband, Steven Jay Miller, Mark Antonious Richfield gave his attention to the man standing in front of the gathering.

Harold Parsons, owner of the advertising agency he and Steve had worked for, held up a fluted glass. When Steven came to us over a decade back, I was dubious at first.

Mark caught Steve’s silly smile. They had both had a few drinks. Well…more than a few.

But, the silver-haired man said, I thought if the former LAPD cop could persuade perps to sign a confession, well, maybe he could sell advertising.

Steve chuckled. Perps. He’s a riot.

Mark squeezed Steve’s knee as they sat side by side at a table.

…And of course, then came Mark. Harold laughed. The newcomer, the British upstart, here to shake things up.

Mark giggled. He was toast.

Harold aimed his comments at the two men, I suppose I couldn’t keep you both forever. He appeared a little weepy. Although I wanted to.

Tie them up! Danny said, They love bondage!

Oy! Mark scolded one of a set of identical twins.

Harold let the comment roll off of him. He held his glass higher. A toast. To the two men who have made Parsons and Company the largest advertising firm in Southern California. To you. All of us here at Parsons and Co wish Mark and Steven well on your new adventure. Harold said loudly, To Richfield-Miller International…long may you run.

A cheer went up from the employees who were attending this farewell party.

Mark raised his fluted glass and drank the expensive champagne down.

Steve’s was topped up with more booze by Kevin, holding out the bottle to refill everyone’s glass.

I must slow down. Mark shook his head on a refill. I’m already pissed.

The restaurant they were occupying offered a buffet and open bar. Loud, live music was playing. Harold may have hesitated to show how much he was going to miss them, but, in the end, he came through.

Speech! Speech! the group clapped and urged them on.

Mark laughed, knowing he’d most likely topple over if he stood from the chair.

Steve-O! Steve-O! was chanted.

Mark said to Steve, Better you, than me.

Steve held up his glass and wobbled getting to his feet.

Mark propped Steve’s bottom up, keeping him standing erect.

Thanks all! Steve’s words slurred, since they were both very drunk. I’m shitty at goodbyes. Steve swayed.

Mark laughed at him and tried to steady him.

Know I luff you all… Steve reached out to brace himself and ended up grabbing Mark’s hair.

Oy! Mark batted him off.

Steve didn’t seem to notice. To the crazy horny twins…Danny and Donny…and Kevin. You dork. Steve cracked up. Uh…Charlie, my man…we need to go out for a brewskie.

Mark shook his head at Steve, who was slurring and babbling.

Uh…Amber, Steve reached out to their receptionist. I’ll miss you…and Angela…and…too many to count.

Mark interlaced Steve’s fingers to get him to stop pulling on his hair.

And Harold… Harold Parsons. Steve nearly tipped over. Mark kept him upright. I wish you were my dad. Thanks. I mean it. Steve held up his champagne glass. To Harold! You got Miller-Richfield’s biz, old man!

Richfield-Miller, Mark corrected.

The crowd roared with a cheer and toasted them.

Steve downed the contents of his glass and before Mark could say, Have a seat, copper, Steve straddled Mark’s legs, facing him.

Oh! Mark blinked in surprise. Yes?

Fuck me. Steve chewed on Mark’s jaw.

No. Naughty. Move. You’re too heavy.

Steve cupped Mark’s jaw and kissed him.

Knowing they were too drunk to do anything at the moment, Mark turned away from the kiss and nudged him. Up.

Steve slid off Mark’s lap and managed to mingle with the employees.

Mark stayed put, trying to sober up. He drank from a glass of water and needed to eat. But, he simply wasn’t hungry.

~

Alexander Mark Richfield was sunk low on the leather sofa.

The tissue box beside him, a bottle of water on the table in front of him, Alex scrubbed at his eyes.

Alex?

He snapped out of his thoughts to his shrink, Dr Van Eldon, seated in his wingback chair, holding his yellow legal pad and pen.

Um. Alex rubbed his hands together nervously. I do have these weird dreams.

He got a nod, urging him to continue.

Alex combed his fingers through his long, dark hair. I…uh… I’m riding with dad on a horse. Someplace in the woods or something. It’s always dark and creepy outside. Alex stared at his fingernails as he recalled the dream. We…we keep going for a while, even though I want to turn back. I wonder if Billy’s looking for me, if Dad and I are lost.

Dr Van Eldon paid close attention.

Then…something scares me. We’re suddenly not on a horse anymore. Alex felt his skin grow hot. He didn’t think he’d ever tell anyone about these secret dreams.

And…I grab Billy, because my dad morphed into him somehow. I’m terrified of something in the woods, but I don’t know what. Alex sipped from the bottled water.

The doctor was silent.

I hold Billy. I start kissing him. Alex cleared his throat and set the bottle down. Then…I realize I’m kissing my dad. And I freak and wake up.

The doctor wrote notes. He looked up when he’d finished writing. This is a recurring dream?

Not the woods and horse thing, but…I start out kissing someone else in them, like Tadzio, or Steve…but inevitably, I end up kissing Dad, and panicking. I always wake up from the dream at that point.

The doctor said, You’ve told me about your home life before you met Mark. That you struggled with Iris’ husband.

Alex sneered at the thought of his ‘fake’ dad.

Although the dreams are of a sexual nature, I believe your attraction to Mark in them, is merely your close bond with him. Mark treats you the way you wished Iris’ husband had.

Alex replied, I would have killed to have Mark as my dad when I was growing up.

Alex, I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to think about it carefully.

Okay.

"Are you jealous of Stan because he’s taken Steve’s place, or because you feel he’s taken your place?"

Alex became flustered at the question and considered it carefully, suddenly, not sure of that answer.

~

Chief of Police Billy Sharpe worked late in his office in Santa Monica, and then held his phone in his hand. Before he sent Alex a text, he remembered Alex was at his psychiatrist appointment and Mark and Steve were enjoying a farewell bash for Parsons and Company.

Billy shut down his computer and moved his chair under his desk. He left his office, lingering by his secretary’s desk, since she had left at five. Billy picked up a few unopened letters addressed to the ‘Chief of Police’. Many were complaints, some were compliments, and others, just ‘hate’ mail directed at authority.

Using her letter opener, Billy sliced an envelope and read a typed threat directed at him. Since the envelope had no return information on it, Billy figured his secretary was going to screen it for junk before she gave it to him.

It was full of fury and derogatory statements about Billy’s sexuality and his marriage to Alexander, a movie star twenty years his junior. Recently, Billy had fired a heavy-handed rookie. That same rookie had tried to sue the city for wrongful dismissal. Because of a judge’s intervention, one Billy knew personally, the case was dismissed, and no payout was given.

In a fit of rage at being called a ‘fucking fag’ by this man, Billy had punched the window of this rookie’s truck, shattering it. He had a bad feeling these threats were coming from the same kid.

About to crumble the paper and disregard it, Billy didn’t. He folded it and tucked it into the breast pocket of his uniform shirt, then walked out of the building to his black Corvette, parked in a secure lot.

He sat in the low slung car, opening the windows on this hot May day in Southern California, and pulled the car to the gated exit. Cops came and went, changing shift. Billy drove out of the lot, headed to Bel Air, keeping alert to the vehicles around him. He had made an enemy. Until this moron got over being terminated, he was going to be aware of his surroundings.

I don’t need this shit.

Billy’s mood wasn’t good at the moment, and he needed to be stable and calm because Alexander was going through hell.

~

Stan Charles hung out in his apartment in West Hollywood. Since Mark was with Steve at a farewell party given by the employees of Parsons and Company, Stan had dinner with his friends and then they ended up back here.

Mark was paying the rent on this place for now, until he and Mark decided if they wanted to let the one-bedroom apartment go. At the moment, it served as a good spot for Stan to change clothing and shower after the gym. A gym which was located here in WeHo.

Since Steve and Tadzio had moved into their home in Bel Air, Stan wasn’t keen on having Steve sniffing around Mark.

Although Steve had married Tadzio, keeping the pretty Swedish blond runway model in the country, Steve seemed to think he could continue to stalk Mark for sex.

Stan?

He snapped out of his thoughts to Becca McKenna.

His five friends had purchased gourmet salads at an upscale market and were dining around Stan’s kitchen table together.

Are you okay? Becca asked.

While he thought of a response, Stan gazed at his good buddies, Antwon Jackson, Oswald Black, Lou McFadden, and Fred Chew.

Dude? Antwon nudged him. What’s going on?

Stan set his fork on his plate and slunk low in the chair. I don’t like living with Steve.

Becca made a comic face of fear and said, Yipes. Does he still want Mark?

Of course he does. Stan’s anger rose instantly so he tried to calm down.

What’s Mark say about it? Fred asked, sipping from a glass of juice.

He’s not happy either. He said it’s temporary, but, he hasn’t made an offer on the estate yet. Stan started stacking empty plates.

I don’t want you to move north, Oswald said, adding his dish to the stack.

Stay here. Lou gestured to the apartment.

I suggested us doing that. Stan stood from the table. He wasn’t keen since he and Steve are commuting by jet to Sacramento together. He carried the plates to the sink.

The group of friends stood from the table to help Stan with the cleanup.

Stan rinsed and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher while the leftovers were wrapped and scraps placed in the trash.

Does Mark want Steve back? Fred asked.

No. He told me he doesn’t. Stan turned on the garbage disposal and then dried his hands. I have to trust him.

I trust Mark, Becca said, Stan, he really loves you.

Stan wanted an end to the topic. What are we doing? He looked back at the table, which Oswald was wiping down now that it was cleared.

Lou said, Can I try my new comedy routine on you guys?

Sure! Antwon smiled brightly.

Stan asked, You’re ready to go solo?

I want to. Lou patted his jeans’ pocket. It’s tough getting a gig when you’re a nobody.

Aww! Becca hugged him. You’re not a nobody to us.

Let’s hear it. Fred gestured for them to relocate to the living room.

His apartment was small, with an area which included the dining table, a galley kitchen, and the living room. One wall had his electronics on it, and a bookshelf. A balcony had a limited view of the neighborhood, and was very small.

He had two bathrooms, one in the bedroom, the other a half bath off the kitchen area. It wasn’t modern or planned out interior design. It was just his stuff; a collection of furniture that he’d picked out randomly when he first moved here from New York.

Stan took a bottle of water for himself, and checked his phone. Mark hadn’t sent him anything. He sat on the sofa with Becca on his left, Antwon on his right, while Fred took the chair, and Oswald the floor near the corner of the chair.

Lou unfolded a piece of paper and stood in front of them, the coffee table between them.

He cleared his throat. What’s the deal with eyelashes? Lou asked comically, Why would they design an object so small you can’t pick it up in your fingers, with two sharp, tapered points on either end that gets glued to your eyeball? He threw up his hands. I spend more time digging eyelashes out of my eye, than anything else.

Stan didn’t know if this wasn’t funny, or if it was his lousy mood.

I mean, Lou said, Our eyes should have netting, ya know? Like mosquito netting over it. And we can call them eye-nets.

The room was quiet.

Eye-nets. Women can get long eye-net extensions. So long, they can carry their lipstick in their eye-nets. Lou stopped his routine. Seriously? Nothing?

The group exchanged glances.

Keep going, Antwon said.

Stan wanted to laugh. He really did. But at the moment, nothing was funny.

After checking his notes, Lou said, How many gay men does it take to change a light bulb?

Everyone in the room booed Lou and threw things at him.

Lou laughed, since he had obviously said it to get a reaction.

Stan shook his head at his friends. How many?

Five. One to hold the bulb and the other four men just keep spinning the first one around to get at his dick.

Boo! Antwon tossed a throw pillow at Lou.

Stan chuckled. I think you need more practice, Lou.

Come on, Lou protested, This shit is funny. You guys need to be high first. He produced a joint.

Wooo! Becca pumped her arms over her head.

Stan put his arm around her and tugged her close as Lou lit up and passed the joint.

~

Alex parked in the garage at his and Billy’s home in Bel Air. Since Tadzio and Steve had moved out, into his father’s house a few blocks away, the place felt empty. He entered the house through the garage and searched for Billy. He located him in his home office, working. Alex hugged him from behind and read the computer screen. More policies and administrative work for the chief.

Are you hungry? Billy asked, tossing his glasses on the desk. I made pasta.

Where’s Tadzio?

At your dad’s place, I guess. He doesn’t live here anymore, remember? Billy drew Alex to sit on his lap.

Alex sat across Billy’s legs.

How did the session with Dr Van Eldon go?

Hmm. Alex felt exhausted. I’m not keen on exposing my secrets. It’s intimidating.

Secrets? Billy asked, You have secrets?

Alex hid his face over Billy’s shoulder, wanting to stay right here, in his arms

~

By ten, Mark was exhausted and ready to call it a night. He hugged and kissed the employees of Parsons and Company goodnight, and checked his phone for their Uber ride. Steve was laughing with Charlie and Donny about something, and he sounded drunk.

Mark wasn’t exactly sober either.

He sent Stan a text, ‘I’m headed home.’

‘I’m at my apartment with everyone.’

Oh. Mark sent back, ‘shall I come there then?’

‘Yes?’

Since he couldn’t think of what he had planned to do for tomorrow, not with his head spinning from too much booze, Mark shrugged. Steven?

He heard his ex-husband laughing loudly.

Steven? Mark tugged on his shirt.

What? Steve dabbed at his eyes since something Charlie had said made him laugh.

I’m going to stay with Stan in WeHo. Do you want me to get you another hire car, or take the same one as me and ask him to go two places?

Yes. Steve said goodbye to his coworkers and walked outside the restaurant with Mark.

Mark was confused. Yes, what?

A sedan pulled closer to the curb. Anyone call for a ride? the driver asked through an open passenger’s window.

Steve leaned closer to ask, To Bel Air?

Yes.

Steve opened the car’s back door. Get in, Richfield.

Let me enquire—

When Mark leaned into the back seat, Steve pushed him in. Mark managed to crawl over the bench seat and sit correctly. Two stops. West Hollywood first, please.

Okay.

While Mark relayed both addresses to the driver, Steve ran his hand over Mark’s leg, distracting him.

Got it. The driver nodded and setup his satellite navigator.

Steve closed the back door and pulled on Mark’s hair playfully. Mark batted his hand away. Stop.

No. Steve cornered Mark against the inside of the car and kissed him.

Steven. Behave. Mark tried to control him.

No. Steve dug his fingers between Mark’s thighs.

Stop. Mark nudged him.

Chewing on Mark’s neck, Steve whispered, No.

Steve massaged Mark’s cock over his black slacks and sucked the skin of Mark’s neck.

Do not give me a hickey. Mark pressed against the back seat driver’s side door. Steven. Calm down.

No. Steve opened the top button of Mark’s trousers, tugging the zipper.

We’re drunk. Stop. Mark couldn’t shift away. Steven, please.

Fuck me, Richfield. Steve dipped his hand into Mark’s pants.

Steven…you’re a married man. Stop. Mark held Steve’s wrist and tried to pull his hand out of his pants. He caught the driver peering into the rearview mirror at them curiously.

Steve slid down to Mark’s lap, pressing his face against Mark’s crotch.

Mark inhaled sharply and tried to intervene as Steve rooted out his dick to suck. Steven! We’re in the back of an Uber!

Steve moaned and tugged at Mark’s zipper.

No, means, no! Mark shifted on the seat to get Steve off of him.