Fathers & Sons An Action! Series Book 46

By GA Hauser

In this episode of the Action! Series, we find Stan Charles Richfield on tour with the Dangereux Cologne company, including dark, handsome SWAT cop, Joe Scarbino. While he’s away from his top model husband, Mark Antonious Richfield, Stan battles to come to terms with his husband’s infidelity.
Meanwhile, Mark’s obsession with his ex-fiancée, Sharon Tice-Hill’s pregnancy is out of control.
But, on a lighter note, LAPD Lt Billy Sharpe and his young husband, Alexander Mark Richfield, enjoy the new addition to their family, Lady, a crazy Saluki mix puppy.
And all the while, the specter of Milt Richfield begins to haunt the mansion the man once built.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Jul 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463611159

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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FATHERS & SONS

an Action! Series Book

By

G.A.HAUSER

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Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2019

FATHERS & SONS

Book 46 of the Action! Series

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2019

ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1075-6256-3-3

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Chapter 1

A phone ringing brought Stan Charles Richfield out of a deep slumber. He stirred in the bed and opened his eyes. Hazy sunlight filtered into the room. As Stan’s brain shook off the webs of sleep, he realized he was in a hotel room.

He stretched to the nightstand and picked up the phone. An automated voice told him, ‘This is your scheduled wakeup call…’ Stan groaned and hung up. He rubbed his forehead tiredly and heard a moan from the second queen bed next to his.

Stan peered over at Joe Scarbino, the Dangereux Cologne model he was rooming with.

Joe’s cell-phone alarm went off as Joe sat up and yawned.

Stan took a moment to gather his thoughts. He was on tour with Dangereux at the moment, and in Chicago.

Joe staggered out of bed. He was naked, and didn’t look as if he was ready for morning. The handsome LAPD SWAT cop entered the bathroom and shut the door.

Stan sat up against the headboard and picked up his phone. He had missed several text messages.

Last night, after dinner with the three other male models traveling with them, as well as TJ Brown and his assistant Elliot from the cologne company, he and Joe had gotten very drunk.

He was paying the price now.

They had a half hour before they needed to meet the group in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. Stan heard the shower running in the bathroom. As he waited for his turn, Stan read a text from his new husband, The Nation’s Top Male Model, Mark Antonious Richfield. Mark had sent, ‘How are you?’

Stan realized it had been sent to him late last night, since there was a two hour time difference between Chicago and Sacramento.

Even though he knew Mark would be asleep, Stan sent back, ‘Missing you and Isaac.’ Stan thought about leaving his son again. Isaac was five months old now, and Stan hated being away from both of them.

Next weekend was Father’s Day, and his parents were flying out from New York to spend the weekend with them in Paradise, California at his and Mark’s estate.

The water flow in the shower stopped and Stan glanced at the bathroom door.

He and Joe had indeed gotten very intoxicated last night. After they returned to the room, they ended up admiring photos of Mark from the internet.

He and Joe were both in their twenties, and had lusted over Mark’s advertising work for a decade. Stan was finding out Officer Scarbino had a mad crush on Mark very similar to the way Stan felt before he was lucky enough to meet the top model.

Stan had been employed as a limousine driver in Los Angeles before he met Mark. He took Mark to the airport for a tour like the one he was on right now, for Dangereux Cologne.

The reason he became a limousine driver in LA was for that fortuitous act. Meeting celebrities.

But meeting his crush? That was unbelievable luck.

Marrying his crush? Truly astounding.

He and Joe had jerked off while watching Mark’s videos and seeing his photos on the internet last night while lying side by side on the bed.

Stan had to admit he needed that. Needed that affirmation, needed to be reminded that he was indeed a very lucky young man to have Mark as his husband and the father of his son. He was glad he and Joe had done it.

The bathroom door opened, the fan inside it running, Joe emerged naked, and dressed in the leather pants they were going to be wearing for the promotion.

Stan climbed out of the bed and took his turn in the bathroom. It was steamy and damp inside it, and towels were on the floor.

Stan loaded his toothbrush with paste and entered the shower stall, brushing his teeth as he wetted down, thinking of how much he really missed Mark and Isaac and counting the days down until he was with them again.

~

Mark Antonious Richfield lay awake in bed. It was five a.m. and he had a lousy night’s rest.

Mark glanced over at the man sleeping beside him in bed. He didn’t want to wake him and hoped his tossing and turning hadn’t bothered him. Then, a small noise came through the baby-monitor.

Blake Hughes, an LAPD firefighter and one of Mark’s best friends, woke from the sound.

Mark patted him softly. I’ve got it.

Wearing just briefs, Mark climbed out of bed and walked across the hallway to the nursery. His son was crying from his crib. Mark picked him up to hush him, rocking him gently, and then checked his diaper. He placed Isaac or ‘Zak’ on the changing table and exchanged his wet diaper for a clean one, then he carried his son to his own bedroom and lay him down on his bed. He crawled beside Zak and rubbed Zak’s belly, trying to get him to go back to sleep for a few hours.

As Mark gazed into the dark bedroom, one he and his young husband Stan Charles shared, Mark missed his man. Missed him a lot. He had a feeling Isaac was missing his daddy as well.

As he managed to get his son back to sleep, Mark wasn’t as lucky. His brain had switched on, as it did most nights, and he suffered miserable insomnia.

Staring at the dim light coming from the eastern sky, slowly lighting up the interior of the bedroom, Mark knew today he was obligated to go to Sacramento to the offices of Richfield-Miller International.

He wasn’t happy about it. Not happy to go to work while his son needed him. While his husband was away. While his home was full of family and friends.

Isaac made a soulful noise in his sleep.

Mark drew closer, comforting him. All right. Daddy’s here.

~

Hollywood superstar Alexander Mark Richfield wound around the fantasy world of his dreams. While sleeping in his dad’s thirteen bedroom mansion, Alex floated on the waves of tranquility until…

A wet nose touched his neck.

Alex blinked awake and found a long white snout aimed his way. When he made eye contact with those brown doe eyes, he got a wet tongue on his cheek.

Lady…come on. Alex moaned and tried to roll over. He bumped into a warm body.

His husband, forty-nine year old, LAPD Lieutenant Billy Sharpe stirred beside him. What. His voice was deep and hoarse.

Lady walked across Alex with her pointy feet and stood on top of Billy’s chest.

Alex cracked up as the white saluki mix pup that had adopted Billy last week while he was on a fishing trip, obviously needed to go out.

Go away. Billy moaned.

I’ve got it. Alex shifted so his feet hung off the side of the bed.

Lady spun around and leapt to the floor, her furry tail wagging.

Alex glanced back at the clock and it read seven-fifteen.

He scuffed his heels across the carpet and slipped on jeans, his hair a mess from his slumber. Alex opened the first floor bedroom door and made his way to the back of the house.

Lady, whose enthusiasm wasn’t contagious, was making circles around Alex’s feet. He opened the back door in the kitchen and the dog dashed outside.

Alex ran his hand over his long, thick, brown hair and watched Lady sniffing around the pool patio first, then decide to explore the grassy area near the barn and horse paddock.

It was just a little too early for the horses to be outside.

He picked up Lady’s dog bowls, washed them in the sink, and refilled Lady’s water dish. As Alex waited for Lady to do her thing, he heard the married couple, Sierra and Warren, who worked as a cook and manservant, arrive.

Lady returned to the patio but instead of coming back inside, she sat down and appeared to admire the view, which was spectacular. The estate was at the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range.

Good morning, Alex, Sierra smiled as she entered the kitchen, placing bags loaded with fresh produce on the counter.

Hi. He waved at her and Warren, then opened the door. Lady, come inside.

The white pup pranced back into the house and greeted the chef and Warren, wagging and wriggling. They gushed over how cute she was while she took a drink from her water dish. Alex made his way back to Billy and their first floor bedroom. As he went, Alex heard Steve’s deep voice coming from the bedroom next to theirs.

Steven Jay Miller, his dad’s ex husband, lived here with his new wife, Tadzio Andresen. Steve, no doubt, was going with Mark to the office today, since it was Thursday.

Lady whizzed by him and entered the bedroom where Billy was still in bed.

Alex stood near them as Lady walked all over Billy, trying to rouse him.

Dog? Billy rolled to his back and gave in. Fine. I’m up.

Lady stood on his big chest and tried to lick his face.

Billy drew the sheet up over her and play wrestled, making her squeak and wriggle.

Alex smiled at them, then he took off his clothing and entered the bathroom to shower. He loved it here at the estate. Loved it.

~

Tadzio stretched her arms over her head as Steve got ready for his shower and a day of work. Watching the former LAPD cop turned CEO shave and get ready for a day at the office, Tadzio became excited. She touched her erection over her lacy undies and climbed off the bed.

Steve was naked, leaning over one of the sinks at the vanity, shaving. Tadzio stood behind him, admiring his tight ass.

Steve peered at her through the mirror’s reflection as he ran the razor over his jaw.

She slipped off her see-through negligee and ran her cock up and down Steve’s ass crack.

Yes? He chuckled, rinsing the razor in the full basin.

It would be so quick, Steven. Tadzio rarely topped, but she was very horny and Steve’s body was right here.

I can suck you in the shower. Steve inspected his jaw and then drained the sink basin.

She pushed the head of her cock against Steve’s rim. One, two thrusts, I am done. Yes?

Steve raised an eyebrow at her and then said, Get the lube.

Tadzio giggled and sprinted to the nightstand, racing back and using it on her cock.

She recently had breast augmentation surgery but had no intention of losing her penis. Tadzio loved having it, and Steve loved it too.

Steve parted his stance and rested his elbows on the sink vanity. Tadzio was aware Steve had allowed his first husband to top him, and Mark Antonious was very well endowed. Unlike her. Tadzio’s hormone treatments had kept her genitals modest in size, which was perfect for her. Making it easy to tuck and hide her cock if she needed to.

She pushed the slick head of her cock into Steve’s body.

It was the first time she had done it. When she realized it was, she grew even more excited. She held Steve’s hips and thrust in.

Steve winced and then met her gaze in the mirror’s reflection.

Those blue eyes. She loved her Steven. Her mature man of forty-three…the former cop.

As promised, she came quickly, pumping her hips and feeling her semen mix with the lubrication. She shivered and pulled out.

Steve turned around, kissed her, and stepped into the shower stall.

Tadzio grinned wickedly at her reflection and then joined Steve in the shower, dropping to her knees and taking his soft cock into her mouth.

"Ohfuck, yeah." Steve dug his fingers into her hair and leaned his back against the marble wall.

Tadzio sucked Steve deep and fast, massaging under his balls and near his rim, making him climax quickly. She sat back and let his cum spatter her chest and perky breasts.

Jesus. Steve held the wall as he recovered. Now I don’t want to go to work.

Don’t, Steven. Stay home. Tadzio moved under the showerhead and wetted down to shampoo her long, blonde hair.

I can’t. He held his cock and recovered, watching her wash herself. The weekend is coming.

Yes. It iz. She smiled and kissed him.

~

Jack Charles Larsen lay in bed as the morning sun began to brighten up the guestroom. While his mind ran through the rivers of his thoughts, Jack listened to the sound around him. Silence. The mansion was tucked into the mountains and had so much property surrounding it, he couldn’t hear a thing.

His home in Malibu had the ocean tide to lull him. This place? It was almost too quiet.

Feeling the bed shift, Jack glanced over at his husband, Adam Lewis. Adam stretched his back and faced him, his head on the fluffy pillow.

The handsome talent agent had joined him for a long weekend at Mark’s mansion. Jack had been friends with the top model since college at Stanford University. More than twenty years. Where does the time go?

Knowing Mark planned on going to work with Steve for the two weekdays he and Adam were visiting, Jack thought about riding his horse, Shadow of the Knight, on his own this morning before it became too hot out.

He glanced at Adam. You sure you don’t want to ride with me?

Ride? Adam, his brown bedroom eyes and dark beard growth making him even sexier to Jack, gave him an expression of comic agony. Me? Ride a horse?

Come on. Bull’s a pussycat. Jack drew Adam to lie on his chest.

I’m not riding a fucking Clydesdale. Adam spread his legs and camped out on top of Jack.

He’s not a Clydesdale. He’s a Percheron mix.

Potato, putado.

How about Mark’s Arabian then? Jack joked, because no one was able to ride Mark’s stallion but Mark. His horse was insane. Like the top model was.

Adam made a noise of exhaustion and burrowed into Jack’s neck.

Jack smiled and rubbed Adam’s back lovingly, letting him rest and enjoying their downtime, since he was a lawyer, and Adam was a busy Hollywood talent agent. Free time was precious, and spending it here, in Paradise? Well, that was pure gold.

~

Long after Mark left his bed, fireman Blake Hughes finished showering and didn’t bother to shave. He was here to help Mark watch his son Isaac until Stan returned this Sunday. But, also, Blake needed a break from work. His back was a mess and his captain ordered him to take time off to try and fix it.

He dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, then sat on the bed and put his glasses on to read his phone. He sent his partner, his lover, Hunter Rasmussen, a text. Hunter was still in LA, still working in the same fire station as Blake did, and was planning on coming to Paradise this weekend, when he had time off on the rotation.

He wrote, ‘Have you made flight arrangements?’

‘Yes. My flight arrives at SMF at ten a.m. on Saturday.’

‘cool. Miss you.’

‘miss you too.’

Blake smiled and set his glasses and phone aside, then looked into the nursery. Isaac wasn’t there.

He peeked into Mark and Stan’s bedroom, but the top model wasn’t there either. Blake descended the grand mahogany staircase to the first floor. He paused in the marble foyer and glanced outside to the front of the mansion. The pink quartz driveway was glowing in the morning light.

Feeling someone staring at him, Blake looked into the living room. A portrait of Mark’s deceased father, Milt Richfield, was giving him the evil eye. It