Tattoos & Teacups

Tattoos & Teacups

Anna Martin

Language: English

Pages: 148

ISBN: B01K3O3ECS

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


As a teenager, Robert McKinnon left his native Scotland and moved to America. That was sixteen years ago, and Professor McKinnon has never quite settled in his new home or found his place this side of the pond. He might be prematurely old, but he has his cat, and his books, and that's all he needs.

Then Chris Ford explodes into Robert's life with a crash of cymbals. The younger man is the polar opposite of Robert's calm civility. Bright tattoos cover his skin, and he wears his hair in a Mohawk and plays drums for a rock band. But he's a shot of color in Robert's black-and-white world, and Robert turns out to be the one thing Chris can count on. Despite all the reasons it shouldn't work, somehow it does.

Even if Robert wasn't looking for love—especially not with someone nearly ten years his junior—he can't deny being with Chris is fun. But sometimes Chris's free-spirited nature leaves Robert feeling vulnerable. If they can't find a balance between tattoos and teacups, their relationship won't survive—and neither will Robert's newfound lust for life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

cock; warm, not fully hard yet, the skin silky-smooth against my enquiring fingertips. There was something almost heartbreaking about his whispered pleas for more, the way his fingers wrapped around my arm as I smoothed his hair back from his face. It was Chris who pushed his underwear off his hips, lifting his bum from the bed and managing to get them down as far as his thighs before my mouth was on his cock and he stopped trying to move them. I knew from the moment my mouth wrapped around him

number for reception at the college?” “I’m not telling you,” I said petulantly. He took my one good testicle in his hand and squeezed threateningly. I gave him the number. “Good morning,” he said pleasantly, smiling down at my naked and struggling form. “My name is Christopher Ford, and I’m Robert McKinnon’s partner. His partner,” he repeated. “His husband, for all intents and purposes? Yes. I’m afraid Professor McKinnon is unwell this morning. I think it must be some kind of bug. He has office

which is at the end of the hall directly opposite the front door. In here we find dark wood countertops and cupboards, light walls, and dark red, blue, and green glass tiles on the walls, giving the entire space a magical, bejeweled feel. I mourn the lack of a dining area until we climb the stairs and it becomes apparent that there’s room for a large dining table and chair set to be placed at one end of the long living room while leaving plenty of space for a sofa and a couple of chairs to go at

against my own, and I didn’t mind that, either. Never before had there been that spark with someone, cliché as it sounds, but he ignited something in me and made me feel something that I hadn’t been sure I was capable of feeling. When he moved and placed wet, gentle kisses on my neck, I may have whimpered. When his hand went to the buckle of my belt, I hesitated for the first time since he’d started kissing me. “Let me,” he whispered. It was fairly terrifying to let him slide leather through

sweater.” By the time we sat down for lunch, burgers sitting like kings on unfolded wax paper and shiny golden fries split between us, I had spent nearly three hundred dollars. On clothes. We hadn’t gotten to the linens yet. I was desperately not thinking about the money lest it cause another panic attack. “Please tell me?” my sister begged. Her eyes widened, and her lower lip was thrust out in a parody of childish begging. Which had always worked on me. “He’s nice,” I said, giving in. “He

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