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Book 3: California is For Lovers
Lloyd and Henry. In 1960 California, a dignified, old-money vampire and a flashy, new-money vampire get along fantastically in the bedroom, and absolutely nowhere else.
Lloyd Stockwell became a vampire because he was dying, and cut ties with his family to keep the secret. Years later he meets Henry, a carefree human who chooses vampirism like it’s no big deal. They’re incredible in bed, and constantly butt heads out of it. 30 years later, Henry returns to the Haven, hoping psychic vampire Sean can help find a missing woman. To their shock, she turns out to be a relative of Lloyd: a family, after all these years. But when Lloyd agrees to help search, he’s forced to confront how much he missed Henry, arguments and all.
Henry Harlow cannot stand Lloyd’s constant grousing, and he knows the stodgy, old-fashioned vampire won’t fit in with Henry’s mod surfer life in California. But when they fall back into bed together, it’s just as amazing as the first time. Henry finally starts to realize how much of Lloyd’s disapproving attitude comes from past trauma, and foolishly finds himself wishing he of all people could be the comforting friend Lloyd so desperately needs.
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Excerpt from Chapter 4
1960
But Lloyd just said, “Do you want to join the mile-high club?”
“What?”
“Not so loud.”
“What—I—” Henry glanced behind him again. “I don’t think the four of us will fit into an airplane bathroom.”
Lloyd looked irritated. “No, just you and me. Here.”
“Here?”
Lloyd pointed to the blanket folded beneath the seat in front of them.
“Are you actually being serious?” Despite the ridiculousness of it, Henry couldn’t deny his pants felt a little tighter.
“Anything that will get you to stop kicking that chair,” Lloyd grumbled.
Henry’s foot froze mid-kick. They sat in a very tense silence for a moment, then both reached for the blanket at the same time. They only just avoided knocking their heads together.
They settled back in their seats with the blanket over both their laps, seat belts undone and pushed aside. Nothing else moved in the dim cabin, the roar of the engines unchanged, darkness outside the window. They might have been floating alone in space for all Henry could tell, and he was already half hard.
Lloyd’s hand slid over Henry’s thigh.
“Hang on,” Henry breathed. Lloyd froze, but Henry was already wrestling with the armrest between their seats. “Does this damn thing move?”
Lloyd tried helping, which was not really helpful, but eventually, with far too much struggling, they got the arm rest moved up and out of the way. The blanket was rearranged and they sat still again.
After a moment, Henry whispered, “It’s okay,” and Lloyd’s hand found its way to Henry’s thigh once more.
The angle was better now, and fuck, Lloyd had large hands. They matched the rest of him. He was warm, his hand a firebrand Henry could feel through the fabric of his trousers.
Henry shifted, spreading his legs, as Lloyd’s hand slid across his inner thigh. Lloyd didn’t go for his cock immediately. Instead, he squeezed Henry’s leg appreciatively.
“You’re very toned,” Lloyd said. His voice had fallen low, like he was aroused, even without Henry’s hand on him.
“Surfing,” Henry said, probably. Whatever he said must have made sense because Lloyd didn’t argue with it.
Lloyd was squeezing his thigh in a gentle rhythm now, and it was definitely not where Henry needed to be touched. He tilted his hips to encourage Lloyd to move, but Lloyd stubbornly stayed put.
“Patience,” Lloyd said softly.
“I don’t have any.”
“Yes, I remember.” Lloyd’s fingers danced lightly across Henry’s thigh and finally grazed against his cock, which was mostly stiff now, and trapped against his thigh.
“Harder,” Henry whispered.
Obligingly, Lloyd stroked his fingers down Henry’s dick. “All swollen for me,” Lloyd murmured.
Henry groaned, and his hand went to his own fly, but Lloyd grasped his hand to still him. “Just wait a minute.”
“Fine,” Henry said defiantly. “I’ll do yours.” He put his hand directly onto Lloyd’s crotch and found a hard, hot knot there.
Lloyd gasped when Henry palmed him, his head falling back against the seat. Triumphantly, Henry flicked Lloyd’s button open. “Yeah?” he asked.
Lloyd nodded, his breaths still shaky. Henry got his zipper down and Lloyd lifted his hips to help Henry free his cock from its confines. Soon it was standing hard and proud beneath the blanket, exactly as Henry remembered: long and thick.
“Now wait,” Lloyd said, maddeningly, moving Henry’s hand to Lloyd’s thigh. “It’s my turn.”
“I was giving you your turn.”
Lloyd shushed him and settled his heavy, hot hand over Henry’s trapped cock. Henry groaned, pressing his mouth closed to hide the noise. Lloyd squeezed and stroked slowly, with just enough of a rhythm that Henry could lift his hips to meet him.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Henry whispered.
“So good.” Lloyd’s eyes were fluttering closed. Henry had seen him this way before, flushed and breathless, all those years ago. He hadn’t thought he’d ever see it again. “Wish I could have you in my mouth,” Lloyd said.
Henry’s hips jerked. “Christ, Lloyd, you’ve got to let me unzip.”
“I see your language hasn’t improved.”
Henry huffed. “Did you expect it to?”
Lloyd didn’t answer, but he slid his hand higher, popping the button on Henry’s pants. He pulled the zipper down an inch—and stopped.
“You’re about to hear more uncivil language,” Henry warned.
Lloyd looked unexpectedly amused. “But I think if I do this well enough, you’ll shut up altogether.”
“You—” Henry groaned. “At least move your fucking hand.”
Obligingly, Lloyd went back to stroking him through his trousers. Henry rocked his hips against Lloyd’s hand, and pleasure arced through him. It felt—strangely friendly, to be held like this, affectionate in a way he and Lloyd hadn’t been for 33 years.
“You can do me,” Lloyd whispered, and Henry wasted no time. Lloyd’s cock was hot in his hand, and plenty wet enough to stroke.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous,” Henry said. “Wish I could see you. Wish I could take you in my ass again. You were incredible.”
Lloyd groaned, lifting his hips in the rhythm Henry was setting. “You were like a dream, Henry.”
“Why haven’t we done this again?” Henry was giving him long strokes, from base to tip, the wet head squelching quietly in his hand.
“We can’t stand each other.”
“Right. Speaking of, I’m going to murder you if you don’t—”
“Yeah.” Lloyd eased down Henry’s zipper and finally freed him from being trapped against his own thigh. His cock ached, and when Lloyd grasped it again, standing free and so fucking hard, Henry bit back a moan. “Fuck, give it to me.”
And Lloyd did—but slowly. It was torturous: the soft grip Henry wanted, sliding all the way up and back down, but in entirely the wrong rhythm. Lloyd’s hand moved so lazily that there was always part of Henry’s cock that was untouched.
“You damned—” Henry retaliated in the only way he could. He increased his rhythm on Lloyd’s cock, properly jerking him off in quick, hard strokes, never lingering at base or head.
Lloyd was panting quietly, his face pink. “Henry, I need—”
Henry leaned close, his lips to Lloyd’s ear. “You can come like this.”
“No, it’s too—”
Henry gave in and slowed—a little. Lloyd moaned.
“Let go,” Henry whispered. “Come on, get all undone for me in the middle of an airplane. I can feel you throbbing, I know you need it.”
Lloyd’s eyes were closed now, and his hand on Henry’s dick had nearly stilled. But Henry didn’t care. It was too good to watch Lloyd fall apart.
“Use my hand like you used my ass,” Henry whispered. Lloyd’s hips were already moving with him, but now the rhythm faltered. “Yeah, that’s right. Fuck, you gave it to me so good. Felt you for hours, like you were still in me.” Lloyd’s dick was properly pulsing now, so he had to be close. “Come all over my hand,” Henry said. “Make a mess of me.”
Lloyd gave a tiny gasp, and then his free hand covered his mouth, and Henry felt him come. It was glorious, Lloyd’s dick swelling and releasing, and the flood of hot liquid on Henry’s fist. He worked Lloyd through the waves of it, only stopping when Lloyd’s hips relaxed.
“Perfect,” Henry whispered. He leaned close so his lips were against Lloyd’s ear. “God, you’re beautiful.”
And then, to Henry’s complete surprise, Lloyd turned his head and kissed him.
