Black Manhattan

By Brendol James

A confident and rich dom falls hard for a shy and inexperienced bartender, but money and beauty won't buy his love.

Angel, a cocky, dominant cross-dressing man, meets Micah, the sassy, submissive muscled pretty boy of his dreams, but there's something a bit chilly between them despite the hot sex. Can Angel seduce Micah - pulling down his walls through hot sex and gentle wooing? Or is he doomed to watch the man he fell into lust/love with at first sight go to his rival?

Follow these two gorgeous men as they explore the kinky, bdsm road to their happily ever after.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.B. Black
• Release date: Jun 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005801564

Brendol James

M/M with sex and romance. These boys are falling head over heels, and they're doing it in sexy style.

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BLACK MANHATTAN

M/M Gay Erotic Romance

Brendol James

BLACK MANHATTAN by JB Black

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used.

BLACK MANHATTAN

Copyright © 2019 JB Black

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Chapter One

There was something immensely satisfying about the first glance of a straight man. They followed the swoosh of the flared skirt and the click of the heels like Pavlov’s dog, drooling after a meal they thought they owed. With some effort, the coif of his hair into a swirling updo would distract them even further before they had that blink of registration at the cut of his jaw, which he rarely bothered to soften. Most turned introspective – as long as they hadn’t vocalized their interest. If they whistled or jeered or came up to him before they realized, their horror could easily become a weapon, but years as a boxer and mixed martial artist made those reactions almost as fun.

Still, a good defense was the best offense, and on Tuesdays, Patrick’s little drink hole brimmed with like-minded men and women who enjoyed how beautiful the world could be, so on Tuesdays, when he didn’t want to deal with being given shit for his name or what he did when he was feeling a need to amplify his gorgeous self, Angel headed there.

Give me something bitter in a stem glass that makes you cringe, he demanded, flouncing into the seat across from Patrick.

The dark-haired bartender sighed. Can’t you just order a Black Manhattan?

But then you wouldn’t give me a paper umbrella.

None of my drinks get paper umbrellas – I don’t care what it is, Patrick retorted, setting the deep burgundy liquid in front of him. When bright red lips twisted into a pout, the bartender set a shot glass of three cherries beside the glass. This is why I’m glad you don’t come to my bar more often.

Oh, poor baby, you have to deal with an easy to make cocktail and give me some fruit. Clucking his tongue, Angel swiveled in the stool to study the crowded dance floor.

Patrick tapped the bar counter, leaning forward when Angel focused back on him. I need a favor.

After you insulted my drink?

Sighing, the bartender crossed his arms. I’m going to regret this, he mumbled, and if Angel couldn’t read lips, he might’ve missed it. Still, he waited until Patrick clarified, A friend of mine has been coming in nightly. I’ll sit him next to you. Just – if he goes after someone who would hurt him…

And what do I get for babysitting your ‘friend’? Angel asked, adding air quotes just to see the glimmer of his well-manicured nails.

As Patrick struggled to answer, the door to the kitchen opened, and a young man walked in carrying newly cleaned glasses, which he went about putting them away. Bleached blond hair crowned his head. Tanned face and bright blue eyes formed a cute face that would’ve been easily made gorgeous with just a bit of liner and a few more inches to his too short hair.

Immunity, Angel demanded.

Patrick’s nose wrinkled. What?

Two years ago, I promised to never fuck one of your little worker bees, and despite ample opportunity, I have kept my word, Angel reminded him. "I want immunity to go after that."

That has a name, the man in question commented before a group of women waved him to the end of the bar.

Angel called, And what is that name?

His name is Mickey. Patrick uncapped a beer, sliding it down to a waiting hand – likely a regular before adding, And he’s a friend’s younger brother.

So he’s extra off-limits? Perfect – that’s what I want in exchange. I babysit your ‘friend,’ and you let me off the hook for flirting with Mickey… Angel’s nose wrinkled. No. I’m not calling him that. I don’t do cutesy. Short for Michael?

Patrick glanced at the door. His eyes widened in panic. Micah – and deal!

Off went the bartender to greet the new figure, and while the man was handsome, there was something off-putting. Dark hair, tall, and a muscular body made him the sort of man Angel adored bending over and fucking dirty, but his face itched at the back of the man’s mind. When Patrick retreated, his friend studied the floor before focusing on Angel himself.

You come here often? the man asked, laying on the charm. Angel chuckled, pressing two fingers to his lips to keep from laughing outright. They weren’t hooking up. Angel had his eyes on a much cuter prize. When the man cringed, Angel smirked even more. Yeah, we both know this is going nowhere, but my regular wingman is giving me the cold shoulder for the high tippers at the end of the bar.

Bells went off his Angel’s mind. This was Damian. Patrick had been thirsting after Damian for the better part of a year. Yeah, there was no way Angel intended to cockblock because Patrick couldn’t get the stones to make his move.

Brushing his hands over his skirt, Angel spun his stool to face the dance floor as well. What are you looking for?

A quick fuck in the bathroom. Damian paused awkwardly before adding, You?

To take Micah home and fuck him until he gapped. Not really the best thing to say at the moment, so Angel fluttered his lashes and smiled, letting his white teeth shine. A decent dairy free tiramisu.

I know a bakery in Midtown that has one if you want to trade? Damian offered. He held out his hand. I’m Damian.

Angel smirked at the confirmation. Why not? With a roll of his eyes, he shook his hand.