Sammy

By Dianne Hartsock

The first rule of working the streets is not to get attached to any of the clients, but Sammy can't deny he's rather fond of John, who actually seems to be a decent guy, on top of being hot.

The first rule of paying for sex is not to get attached to the prostitutes, but John is willing to admit to himself that he wishes Sammy was more than the guy he occasionally pays for sex.

It's a good thing rules are meant to be broken.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Aug 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9781685502744

Dianne Hartsock

Dianne is the author of paranormal, suspense, m/m romance, fantasy, thriller. Also a floral designer.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Sammy, your Suit’s here again.

Sam frowned at the chip in a fingernail, playing it cool, though his heart sped up. He could nibble off the rough edge, but that would smear his lip gloss, Pink Persuasion, his favorite. He glanced up through his thick lashes. Sure enough, John leaned against a lamppost, pretending he hadn’t been staring to gain his attention, and failing miserably. He liked when a man was desperate for him. Especially this one. John was beautiful. And that cock of his…Show time.

Climbing from his perch on the picnic bench, he winked at Tad and the others and shook out the white skirt of his sundress. The sun was lowering behind them and John could probably see right through the filmy material, maybe catch a tantalizing glimpse of his turquoise bikini briefs. He stretched leisurely, arching his back, the sheer tank top exposing his nipples more than covering them. The slight breeze off the river tightened his nipples into sensitive peaks. He wondered if John would lick them if he asked.

He darted a look at John again. Oh yes, definitely staring now. John pushed off from the pole and took a step toward him, and Sam’s heart gave a funny lurch at his crooked grin, shy but desperate to hide it. He was certainly attractive, wavy brown hair falling to his chin, large brown eyes.

Got a minute, Sammy?

Sam allowed a smile to lift the corners of his full mouth. John was gentler than some of the others he could name. Yeah, honey, I got time. He raised his brows, looking toward the nearby public restrooms, but John shook his head, gaze flicking to the Morton Bridge overhead, the steady stream of cars crossing the river adding to the traffic noise on Nathaniel Parkway behind them. Excellent. He knew just the spot.

Lacing fingers with him, Sam gave a playful tug and saw a slight blush rise on John’s face as they strolled along the bike path under the bridge. Cute. The rhododendron grew thicker there and Sam pushed between two of them. Hidden from view, he planted his back to the cement retaining wall, pulling John up against him. Brown eyes bore into his, the gleam of excitement unmistakable. But business first. Confusion touched John’s face when Sam didn’t move, then his eyes widened.

Oh shit! Sorry. John dug in his pocket and handed over a few folded bills. Sam sighed. Only a head job. He’d been hoping for enough to get a room that night he didn’t have to share. John had been using him for the past couple of months and he’d even been to John’s apartment a few times. After letting Tad know where he was going, of course. A dude had to be careful. But it looked like this time John just wanted to get off. Must be in a hurry. Crap. He’d have to fuck another guy that evening. He gave a mental shrug. Good thing he liked dick. He bit his lip, giving John a sideways glance. Especially this one. Thick and tasty and just long enough to choke him when he wanted it.

Slipping the money into a pocket of his skirt, he made a show of rimming his lips with his tongue, and hid his smirk when John’s eyes darkened with hunger. Men were so easy. Bat his mascaraed lashes, flash a flirty smile, and they were putty. He leaned forward and nibbled John’s lean jaw, liking the afternoon stubble teasing his lips. He breathed John in. No one smelled as good as John, clean with a hint of lavender in the soap he used. Ready, baby?

John grabbed Sam’s wrists before he could undo the slim belt on his hips. Unexpectedly, John shoved him back and pinned his arms over his head. Then gripping his wrists in one hand, John nuzzled Sam’s neck, licked his skin, and worried his collarbone. Sam shivered when John’s fingers ran over his chest, and jumped when a nipple was pinched. Oh yeah! John’s fingers strayed lower and Sam bit back a cry of surprise when John outlined his swelling dick through the thin skirt. He’d thought John would want to get right down to business. Maybe he had more time than money.

His wrists were released, and he blinked when John knelt in the dirt at his feet. What about his expensive slacks? Apparently it didn’t matter. Flashing him a heated glance, John lifted his skirt and gently bit him through the silk