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I'm over half way through writing Personal Challenges, the last book in the Personal series, and the story starts over the Valentine's weekend.
So... here's the first chapter. Please be aware, this is pre-edits - and enjoy!
Personal Challenges - copyright 2017 K.C. Wells
Chapter One
February,
2016
Blake Davis glanced up from
the couch as the door to the waiting room opened, and grinned at Ed Fellows and
Colin Reynolds. “What time do you call this?” he said
quietly, so as not to disturb Sophie who was curled up asleep in his lap, her
precious rabbit cuddled up to her. He knew this peaceful state wouldn’t last
long: she’d been dozing on and off during the six hours since they’d arrived at
the hospital. He peered at the clock on the wall. “I phoned you hours ago.”
Ed
gave him a sheepish grin. “We thought you’d ’ave loads of people ’ere,
to be honest.” He gazed at the empty room. “Where is everyone?”
Sophie
chose that moment to make a cute noise, and Colin looked like he’d
melted into a pile of goo. “Aww. She’s adorable.”
Ed
turned to his fiancé and snorted. “When she’s sleepin’, yeah.
When she’s awake, that’s another matter.” He met Blake’s gaze and winked. “We
don’t call her Cyclone Sophie for nothin’.”
Blake tried to suppress his
laugh. Ed had done his fair share of babysitting during the last two years, and
he always looked the same by the time Blake and Will arrived home—exhausted. “Rick and Angelo have been and gone, as have Lizzie, Dave and the
kids. They would have stayed longer, but Molly was cranky and they think Justin
is coming down with something, and didn’t want to risk him being in the
hospital.”
“Where’s
Will?” Colin asked, sitting at the other end of the couch, his gaze focused on
Sophie.
Blake smiled. “In the delivery room with
Donna. He asked if he could be present and she said yes.” He was glad one of
them got to witness their little boy’s entry into the world. Will had been
buzzing about it for weeks.
Ed stared. “She still in labour? ’Ow many
hours is it now?”
Blake ran his fingers through his hair, raking over his scalp. “She’d already been in labour for an hour when I called you two.
At least there are no complications this time.”
Sophie wriggled in his arms and Blake knew the peace was at an
end. She yawned and opened her eyes, blinking. “Papa, is he
here yet?” she asked, her voice heavy with sleep.
Blake stroked her long, brown hair. “No,
sweetheart, not yet.”
She pouted. “You said he would be here when
I woke up.”
“Daddy is
with Donna right now, and it shouldn’t be long,” he told her, hoping his words
were prophetic.
Sophie sighed and turned her head. When she caught sight of Ed and
Colin, all trace of fatigue vanished. “Uncle Ed!
Uncle Colin!” Impatiently she squirmed off Blake’s lap and clambered down from
the couch to run toward Ed, her rabbit clutched in one hand.
Ed crouched and caught her in his arms, swinging her up into the
air. Sophie giggled and screamed with delight. “’Ow’s my
favourite girl?”
Blake tut-tutted. “Don’t let Molly hear you say
that. Or Mandy.” Ed’s niece Mandy adored her uncle, and whenever Blake and Will
attended family gatherings, they’d notice how the five year old clung to him
like a limpet.
Ed cuddled Sophie to him. “This ’ere is
my favourite little girl.” He glanced at the soft toy in her hand. “Are you
still playing with that rabbit?”
Blake coughed. “Mr. Bunny, if you don’t mind.
And he goes everywhere with her. It’s a wrench on those days when Will throws
him in the washing machine.”
Sophie curled an arm around Ed’s neck. “Daddy
gives him an in-jection, so he can sleep while he gets washed.”
Ed bit his lip. “Oh he does, does he?” His gaze
met Blake’s and he smirked.
Blake shook his head. “You should
see him. He has a syringe that we use for injecting brandy into the Christmas
cake.”
Colin stared. “Really?”
“Yep. He
injects Mr. Bunny’s paw so he won’t feel a thing while he’s in the washing
machine. You should have seen her the first time we washed it. She sat on the
floor in front of the machine the whole time, and when it paused during the
rinse cycle and there was Mr. Bunny, pressed against the glass door…” He could
still recall her anguished lament that Mr. Bunny was drowning. That was the
last time they’d let her anywhere near the washing machine during its cycle.
“I’m going to
have a baby brother,” Sophie announced, beaming.
“Is that
right?” Ed said with a wide smile.
“Yes, but
Papa says he has to sleep in his own room.” She scowled. “I want him to sleep
in my room.”
“My turn for
a hug?” Colin asked from the couch, his arms held wide.
Sophie’s frown disappeared and she
held out her arms to him. Ed passed her over, and she sat on Colin’s lap,
snuggling up against him, clutching Mr. Bunny.
“I remember
when you were a baby,” Colin told her. “You didn’t sleep well sometimes. Maybe
Daddy and Papa want you to get a good night’s sleep. Because I think Sophie gets a bit cranky when she doesn’t get enough sleep.” He tickled her, and she giggled. When he
stopped, she turned her face up toward his.
“I have a
picture of my brother. Do you want to see it?”
Colin frowned. “A picture?”
Sophie stretched out her arm toward Blake and made a grabbing hand
gesture. Blake reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He withdrew a
folded card. “It’s the twenty week scan. She was so excited when
we showed it to her, and she kept asking to see it so often that I just keep it
on me.” He handed her the card and she opened it with a happy little noise,
holding it up to show Colin.
Ed was watching his lover with a fond expression. “Before you ask, we are not ’avin’ one, all right?”
Colin jerked his head to stare at Ed. “Excuse me?”
“I see ’ow
you are when you’re around kids, and the answer is no. You may be nearly thirty-five,
mister, but I’m nearly forty, and that’s too bleedin’ old to be startin’ a
family.”
Blake cleared his throat and nodded toward Sophie.
Ed’s eyes widened. “Oops. Sorry.”
The little girl appeared not to have noticed his swearing, staring at the scan.
Colin gazed serenely at Ed. “You have me
all wrong. The joy of other people’s children is that you get to hand them
back.” He grinned. “But yes, I love being uncle to Mandy, Ben and Lucy. Your
nieces and nephew are wonderful.” Colin winked. “I value my life with you much
more. I think having children might curtail certain… activities, if you get my
drift.” He glanced at Blake with a grin. “Or have I got that part wrong?”
Blake snorted. “Don’t get me started.” The
number of occasions he and Will had been caught mid-coitus when their bedroom
door opened and Sophie wandered in, having awoken from a bad dream. He adored
his daughter, and he couldn’t wait to hold their son in his arms, but he was
under no illusions: lovemaking was going to be on the back burner for a few
months to come.
The door opened and Will entered, green scrubs over his clothes.
He walked over to Blake, who rose to meet him. “Is
everything okay?” Blake asked quickly.
Will nodded. “Donna is fine, and we have a
beautiful seven pound, ten ounce baby boy.” His eyes shone. “And he is so beautiful, babe.” Will looked tired but
radiant.
Blake took his husband in his arms and held him close, their
cheeks pressed together. “I love you,” he whispered.
Will put his arms around him and leaned into him. “Love you, too.” Then he chuckled and drew back, grinning. “By the
way, Donna says she hopes that’s the last one, and that we don’t intend to keep
on enlarging the Davis Empire. Her surrogacy days are at an end.”
Blake frowned. “Is she really all right?”
Will gave a slow nod. “She’s just
exhausted. I think this pregnancy was hard on her. She is nearly forty, after all.” He smiled. “Her
words, not mine.”
Blake stroked Will’s cheek. “You look tired too.
Can we see the baby yet?”
“He’s in the
Maternity unit, along with all the other babies. We can go stare at him through
the window.” He turned, seeking Sophie. “And there’s my little girl.” Will bent
down and Sophie climbed off Colin’s lap and ran to him, throwing her arms
around his neck. He scooped her up and held her close, nodding to Ed and Colin
with a warm smile.
“I’m not
little,” she insisted, waggling several fingers in Will’s face. “I’m nearly
four.”
“That’s
right,” Blake agreed. “You’re a big girl, aren’t you?”
“I’ve got an
idea,” Ed announced. “Why don’t you all go look at the baby, and when you’re
done, we’ll follow you back to your ’ouse, pack an overnight bag for Sophie,
and then she can come stay the night with me an’ her uncle Colin.”
Will’s brow knitted. “Why?”
Ed gave a patient sigh. “Because you’re
both tired, and you could use a quiet night together. And tomorrow is Valentine’s
Day, right? Why not spend some of it in peace and quiet? We can bring her back
later, or bring her here for visiting time, whatever.”
“Won’t that
spoil your plans for a romantic day?” Blake asked.
Colin snorted and stood up from the couch. “Romance? He’s bought a Dine In For Two meal from Marks &
Spencer’s, and there’s a new DVD of the England vs Wales Rugby World Cup match
from last year, already waiting on top of the DVD player.”
Will grinned. “Oh, be still my beating heart.
Sounds like the honeymoon is over, guys.”
Ed did an eye roll and Colin laughed. “I do believe a wedding comes before a honeymoon, right? We might
manage that, one of these days.”
Ed gave him a mock glare. “Shut it,
you. It’s not like we’re in any ’urry, is it?”
Colin leaned across and kissed him on the mouth. “Absolutely.” He straightened and faced Will and Blake. “But we
really don’t mind having Sophie for the night.” He gazed at the little girl in
Will’s arms. “Do you want to come and sleep at our house tonight?”
Sophie’s face lit up. “Can Tigger
sleep on my bed?”
Ed laughed. “Like that cat would sleep
anywhere else when you’re around.” He peered at Blake. “See? No problem. And it’s
not like we’d have to go miles out of our way to follow you, is it? You only
live a mile down the road from us.”
Will kissed Blake on the lips. “Say yes,
babe.” He leaned in closer and whispered, his breath tickling Blake’s ear. “And
we can make love all… night… long.”
“You’re
tired,” Blake remonstrated.
It was Will’s turn to do an eye roll. “Tired,
maybe, but I’m not dead, and when was the last time we got the chance to…” He
gave Sophie a glance before continuing. “Spend a night being as loud as we
want,” he concluded.
Blake’s libido roared into life. “You’re
on,” he informed Ed and Colin, before taking Will’s hand in his. “Now let’s go
see our son.”
He led his husband, daughter and best friends out of the waiting
room, his heart full of joy.
Our son.
“Goodnight,
sweetheart.” Blake kissed the top of Sophie’s head. “Have you got Mr. Bunny?”
“Here he is!”
she announced triumphantly, holding aloft the off-white soft rabbit whose fur
was already starting to thin in several places. She looped her arms around
Blake’s neck, still holding onto Mr. Bunny. “G’night, Papa.”
Blake breathed her in, the smell of soap, clean cotton and the
faintest whiff of chocolate. He narrowed his eyes. “And what were you and Daddy doing in the kitchen just now?”
Sophie’s eyes were huge. “How did you
know we were eating choc—” She clamped her hand over her mouth, blinking
furiously.
“Sophie
Elizabeth Davis!” Will put his hands on his hips and gave her a hard stare. “Did
you just tell on me?” Before she could react, he kissed her cheek. “It’s all
right, sweet pea. I’m sure Papa already knows we’ve found his chocolate stash.”
Sophie giggled as Blake let out a loud theatrical gasp.
From the front door, Ed laughed his head off. “Serves Papa right for not hiding it well enough.” He held out his
hand. “Okay, Princess, time we got you to bed.”
Sophie did her customary pout. “Daddy lets
me stay up late because I’m nearly four.”
Ed guffawed. “Yeah, nice try. That cute
bottom lip may work on your daddies but it doesn’t work on me an’ Uncle Colin.”
“You speak
for yourself,” Colin murmured beside him. “I was all for letting her watch some
cartoons before bed.”
Ed gave him a warning glare but it was too late. Sophie clapped
her hands together and all but bounced across the hall carpet into Colin’s arms.
Blake shook his head. “Nice one, Uncle Ed.” Their daughter gave them a
cheery wave as Colin carried her out to the car.
“Sorry, guys.”
Ed looked crestfallen.
Will grinned. “We’ll just refuse to feel
sorry for you tomorrow when you tell us how long it took the pair of you to get
her into bed.” When Ed continued to stare at them, Will laughed. “Oh, come on, you’ve babysat for us before. You
can’t act all surprised now.” He copied Sophie’s cheery wave. “Good night, Uncle Ed.”
Ed turned and walked out of the house, mumbling under his breath
about last time he’d attempt to do something nice
for them.
The door closed, and Blake listened to the sound of the car
pulling out of the driveway. He sighed when Will slipped his arms around his waist
and rested his chin on Blake’s shoulder.
“I suppose we
need to start thinking of names,” Will said before kissing Blake’s ear.
A shiver ran through him. “Now? Do we
have to do it now?”
Will chuckled and kissed a trail down Blake’s neck. “Well, I did have a few other activities in mind.” He
rubbed Blake’s belly in a leisurely circle. “Dinner, for one thing.”
Blake was about to complain when his stomach growled.
“See?” Will
kissed his cheek. “Light the fire and I’ll bring us in something to eat on the
couch. Nothing too heavy. I have plans for you later.” He patted Blake’s arse
and left him to go into the kitchen.
Blake set about his task, his dick growing stiff at the thought of
Will’s plans. He lit the gas fire, watching the flames grow higher as
he set it to the required level. When the thought struck him, he couldn’t hold
it in.
“Do you ever
regret our decision to have kids?”
A moment later Will was at the lounge door, staring at him, his
forehead furrowed. “Is that a serious question?”
Blake sat back on his haunches on the rug. “Colin got me thinking, that’s all.”
“What—not
wanting kids because it could ruin their sex life?” Will gave a short laugh. “You
make it sound like we never get to fuck.”
“Not as much
as we did before Sophie arrived.”
“And that
bothers you?” Will came into the room and sat on the arm of the couch. He
folded his arms. “Come on, Blake, out with it.”
Blake met his husband’s gaze. “Okay
then. There are times when I miss us—being able to spend a day
making love if we wanted to, not caring if we made a lot of noise, no matter
what room we chose to fuck in—but as for regretting that little girl being in
our lives? Never.”
“You want to
know what I think?” Will smiled. “I think it makes those times that we do get
alone, even more precious. Remember when we bought this house, and Sophie went
to stay with Lizzie and Dave for a week while we sorted it out?” His smile
widened. “I think we christened every room.”
Blake grew warm at the memories. “Not to mention
the garden.” Then he shivered. “Even if I did freeze my arse off. I mean, who
makes love outdoors in December, for God’s sake?”
Will rolled his eyes. “You were in
the hot tub, babe. I hardly think that counts as the great outdoors.”
Blake huffed. “There were bits of me that
felt the chill, I seem to recall.”
Will got off the arm of the couch and strolled over to where he
knelt. He bent low to kiss Blake on the mouth, the kiss deliberate and sensual.
“Then maybe we should make the most of tonight. Because very soon,
life will change for both of us.”
“What did you
have in mind?” Blake murmured against his lips.
“I was
thinking some dinner, a shower together, and then the pair of us on the couch.
At least we can start there.” Will grinned. “What do you say?”
Blake pointed toward the kitchen. “Get in there
and rustle up something to eat. Time’s a-wastin’.”
Will laughed as he headed back into the kitchen. “Yes, sir.”
“How many
hours do you think we have?” Blake called out.
“No idea, and
I don’t care, as long as we spend as many of them as possible naked,” Will
called back.
Blake could get behind that plan.
Will strolled into the bedroom just in time to catch Blake staring
at his naked reflection in the wardrobe mirror door as he finished drying off
from his shower. Will grinned. “Well, I wouldn’t throw that body out of my bed, that’s for sure.”
Blake turned his head and narrowed his gaze. “You’d better not. I know people.” He dropped his towel onto the
carpet.
Will gave a theatrical gasp. “Did you just
threaten me?”
Blake gave a slow nod. “So play nice
and maybe I won’t make a couple of phone calls.”
Will chuckled and crossed the room to stand behind his husband. He
regarded Blake’s reflection, reaching around him to leisurely
stroke his chest and belly, deliberately ignoring his dick. “That is one sexy
man.” He kissed Blake’s neck, loving the current that rippled through his lover’s
body. Will played with Blake’s nipples, delighting in the shivers he created.
Blake’s gaze was riveted onto his reflection.
Will licked a trail up his neck and caught Blake’s earlobe in his teeth. He tugged gently on it, while he tweaked
the stiffening nubs. “Yeah, you like watching us in the mirror, don’t you?” He
grabbed hold of Blake’s hair and jerked his head back so Blake was staring at
them both. “Look at this sexy body.” With his other hand he caressed Blake’s
taut belly. “It’s been more than ten years, and yet you’re still as lean and
hard as you were the night of your thirtieth birthday.”
Blake chuckled. “Oh, I don’t know about that.
Gravity and age will have their way eventually.”
Will kissed his neck, knowing all too well how much it turned
Blake on. “Yes, but you take care of yourself.” Blake put his
head back against Will’s shoulder, a low moan escaping him as Will pinched his
nipples harder now. Will whispered into his ear. “I haven’t forgotten how much
you love it when I take charge.” He ground his hard cock against Blake’s arse,
his own breathing matching Blake’s when Blake pushed back, arms reaching back
to stroke Will’s sides. “Watch. Watch my hands stroking your body. Watch how
your cock rises, how it’s already showing precome.”
“That
surprises you?” Blake gasped, hips slowly rotating as he tried to hold Will
steady while he rubbed his arse against Will’s hot shaft.
Will slid his hands lower to stroke the tops of Blake’s thighs. “Look. See how beautiful you are? See these gorgeous
thighs? Know what I’m going to do? I’m going to spread them and fuck you, deep
and slow and hard.”
A loud groan rolled out of Blake. “Fuck, yeah.
Want that.”
Will traced over the warm skin to grab Blake’s arse, squeezing the firm globes and pulling them apart. “This
is mine tonight.”
Shudders coursed through Blake. “Yes. God,
yes. It’s all for you.”
Will pressed his erect dick between Blake’s arse cheeks and rocked his hips, his shaft sliding through the
hot crease while he listened to the noises pouring from Blake’s lips that spoke
of need, desire and pleasure. He loved that they were both versatile, but he
also knew how much Blake loved it when Will took a more dominant role. There
was a reason their four poster bed had steel rings fitted to the posts, after
all.
He grabbed Blake around the throat and jerked his head back to
kiss his neck, this time sucking on the fragrant skin there, knowing he was
going to leave a mark. My mark on him.
Fuck, that turned him on.
“Touch me,”
Blake whispered.
Will chuckled against his neck. “I am touching you.”
A low growl rumbled out of him. “You know
what I mean, you bastard. Touch my cock.”
Will tut-tutted. “My my, such language. I’m glad
you don’t use that filthy mouth when our daughter is around.” He rubbed Blake’s
belly in strong, slow circles, still avoiding his dick that curved up, solid
and delicious-looking.
Blake inclined his head and kissed Will’s neck, murmuring between kisses. “Please, Will. Please. Touch
me.”
Will slid one hand down over that firm torso and grasped Blake’s cock around its base while he wrapped his arm over Blake’s
shoulder to hold him across his chest. “You’re hard, Mr. Davis, and it’s
turning me on. Fuck, I want to be inside you so badly right now.”
“Want that,”
Blake whispered. “Want your dick in my arse.”
Will began to pull faster on Blake’s cock. “Look
at this beautiful cock.” Blake’s low cries and moans were music to his ears. He
pushed Blake roughly until he was up against the mirror, and then Will used his
feet to nudge Blake’s legs apart. He got down on his knees, spread that
gorgeous arse and pressed his face between the hair-covered cheeks to lick the
tight pucker he knew awaited him.
Blake’s reaction was almost
instantaneous. He pushed back, tilting his arse, his hands flat to the mirror. “Fuck,
yeah. More.”
Will chuckled and set about his task of driving Blake out of his
freaking mind.
It didn’t take long. Less a couple of
minutes of tongue-fucking and Blake was begging.
“Please,
Will. Now. Please. Please!”
Not that Will wanted to delay the inevitable. He tugged Blake
toward the couch at the foot of their bed and sat down. “Come on. Ride me.” Ordinarily he wanted Blake’s talented mouth on
his dick but they were both too close. He wanted to shoot his load inside
Blake. Will held his cock steady while Blake sought the lube from a nearby
drawer. Will was vibrating with need.
Blake slicked up his dick and then sat astride him, guiding Will’s shaft into position. He sank down onto the hot, bare dick and
both of them groaned. No sooner was Will buried inside that tight channel than
Blake began to bounce on his cock, his hands holding onto the back of the
couch.
“You are so
beautiful,” Will gasped out as Blake rode him hard and fast, impaling himself
over and over again. He shoved up into Blake’s heat and fucked him, Blake
meeting his thrusts with loud cries and groans as he begged Will to fuck him,
to fucking take him.
“That’s it,
babe,” Will cried out, thrusting up into him. “Let me hear you.”
Blake moaned and placing his hands on Will’s chest, he bent down to kiss him, their mouths meeting in a
heated collision, both of them feeding each other their sighs and groans of
pleasure.
“Fuck, I’m so
close,” Blake gasped out.
“Not yet,”
Will flung back at him. “I don’t want you coming yet.” He wrapped his arms
around Blake and pulled him down into a lingering kiss, Blake rocking slowly on
his shaft, feeding him sounds of urgent need. Will cupped Blake’s chin and
locked gazes with him. “On your back, babe.”
Blake nodded and eased himself off Will’s shaft. He lay down on the couch and pulled his legs up toward
his chest, exposing his glistening hole. Will knelt before him, spread him wide
and thrust all the way into him, shoving him back against the seat cushions. He
snapped his hips and fucked Blake, his body slamming up against Blake’s arse,
his hand wrapped around Blake’s cock, hand and dick keeping pace with each
other.
“Oh, yeah,
like that,” Blake yelled, clutching his knees, almost bent double as Will’s
thrusts increased in speed and force. Their cries grew loud and harsh, and
within minutes Blake’s dick erupted over his chest. He shuddered, his body
jolted, and the tightening muscles around Will’s cock were enough to have him
filling Blake’s arse with his come. Will leaned in and kissed Blake, his
breathing ragged, his heartbeat pounding, his dick still wedged inside his
husband.
Blake held Will’s face in his hands. “Ten
years on, and you still rock my world.”
Will kissed him, unwilling to pull out and break their connection.
He chuckled. “Ten years on, and my knees are complaining about
carpet burn.”
Blake cackled. “Do I need to order some knee
pads?”
Will snorted. “I’m not that old.” Carefully,
he pulled his softened cock free of Blake’s body. “And if you get come on this
couch, you’ll be the one cleaning it.”
Blake burst into laughter. “Oh, really
feeling the love here.”
Will kissed him again, this time slow and sweet. “How fast can you get it up again? Because the night isn’t over
yet.”
Blake grinned. “If my incentive is that
beautiful arse of yours, then a lot less time than you might think.”
If the twitch Will’s dick gave at that was
anything to go by, it was going to be a long, long night.
He was really going to owe Ed and Colin, big time.
Coming Soon.
Personal Challenges
Will and Blake couldn’t be happier. They have a
beautiful little boy, Nathan, and Sophie finally has the little brother she’s
been demanding. But all is not bliss in the Davis household. Coping with
reality is going to change all their lives.
Rick and Angelo are sick and tired of trying to get a
wedding organized. If it was up to them, they’d be married already, but Rick’s
mother has plans and they keep getting bigger. Angelo can see problems on the
horizon: big, traditional Italian wedding and gay do not go well together.
Something’s got to give.
Colin receives an unexpected call from an ex, with bad
news. He feels compelled to help, regardless of the consequences. Ed loves
Colin’s big heart and supports him in his efforts, but when the truth comes
out, he finds it difficult to keep a lid on his emotions.
As the coming months unfold, the friends are going to
need each other more than ever.
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