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Syn’s Playground by Shea Balik
#MM #BDSM
#GAY #MANLOVE
Welcome to Syn’s Playground
Book
1
Synful Dreams
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Romance,
M/M, HEA]
Syn Evans was a Dom who believed he had the world at his
fingertips. That was until until he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. It
had taken witnessing his friends find love and even getting married that made
him realize he needed to man up and make amends with the one man who still
owned his heart. Even if that meant groveling.
PJ had been devastated when Syn had left him, but he’d somehow
managed to get over the love of his life. Or so he thought. It wasn’t until Syn
waltzed back into his life that PJ understood he not only hadn’t gotten over
Syn or the need he had to submit to his Dom, but he was still in love with him.
The only question was, could he find a way to forgive Syn for
leaving him all those years ago and find a path for their future?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Excerpt
A steady beep slowly penetrated the fog that wrapped around PJ. He
wanted to just sink back into the warm embrace of darkness but there was
something else, another noise that was forcing him to listen.
“Come on, little love, open those pretty eyes for me.”
The deep cadence of the voice that spoke was so familiar that PJ
wanted to find its source. He just wasn’t sure he could open his eyes like the
voice wanted him to do. It was like there were lead weights on his eyelids,
forcing them to remain closed.
“Please wake up,” that so familiar voice whispered fervently.
The need to reassure that voice was stronger than the pull to
drift back into the darkness. Pushing through the fog, PJ willed his eyelids
open. It took three tries before the blinding light of the room had him
slamming his eyes closed once more.
“PJ?” There was so much hope in that voice that PJ had to see for
himself who it was that spoke.
Once more he cracked open his eyelids to peer up at the one man
who had owned his heart from the moment they’d met. The one person who PJ would
do anything for. “Syn.” It came out more like a whimper of sound as his throat
was just too parched to force any real sound from it.
“Thank God,” Syn whispered as if he’d been praying. Then Syn’s
hand came up and cupped PJ’s face, just like he always did. The touch was so
familiar, yet alien at the same time.
PJ’s brain tried to figure out what was happening, but he just
couldn’t hold a thought for more than a moment before he lost it to the fog
that was creeping back over him. Even as the darkness tried to drag him back
under once more, PJ strained to stay awake. He had no idea why, but he didn’t
want to close his eyes in fear of Syn disappearing.
“I’m here, little love. I’m not going anywhere,” Syn promised.
PJ hoped that was true, for from one heartbeat to the next, the
blackness that had been trying to pull him back into its embrace succeeded in
doing just that.
* * * *
Voices filtered into PJ’s brain, waking him from the best dream
he’d had in a long time. Syn had been there, holding him, telling him how much
he loved PJ. After Syn had moved to New York and PJ moved back home, he’d had
the dreams often, but over the years they had diminished until they had stopped
altogether.
He was tempted to yell at whoever had woken him, but PJ was a
realist. As much as he wanted nothing more than to sink back into his fantasy
of Syn being there, it wouldn’t help PJ get on with his life. Then again,
considering it had been thirteen years and PJ still wasn’t over the man, PJ
wasn’t sure he’d ever move on.
“You’ve already operated on him three times. Just how many more
operations are you going to need to do?”
PJ froze. It couldn’t be. Could it?
“As I already explained, there was extensive damage both from the
bullet wound to his knee and the impact of the fall to his ankle. We’ve had to
do a lot of repairs to both areas.”
Instantly, PJ didn’t like whoever was talking as he blabbered on
about fractures, pins and blood flow. PJ had no idea most of what he said but
the man’s tone was condescending. He wanted to yell for the man to shut the
hell up so the other man could talk. PJ needed to know if it was Syn or if he
was just hallucinating.
“I understand that, Dr. Zari, but you also never mentioned that
you would require so many surgeries in order to do your job.”
PJ’s heart sped up, the beeps coming from somewhere nearby
matching the speed. It was Syn. It had to be. But how?
PJ had no idea but he had to see for himself. Why didn’t he think
of that to begin with? He lifted his lids and sighed.
Before him was the most gorgeous sight he’d seen in a long time.
Syn stood there facing off against a man in a white coat. He was just as PJ
remembered. Well, almost. He’d filled out a bit more since college, his chest
broader and arms a big bigger. And his face had a few more lines, but he was
still the same Syn. Fierce, unwavering, handsome.
What PJ didn’t know was what he was doing there. Or where there
was for that matter. The white coat of the man Syn was talking to, along with
various tubes coming from PJ’s body as well as that awful smell could only mean
one thing. He was in the hospital. But why?
“Syn,” he tried to say, but his too dry throat didn’t do more than
make a rasping sound that sounded more like a sigh than an actual word.
But apparently it was enough, for Syn whirled to face him and
everything else disappeared as PJ’s eyes drank him in. “PJ,” Syn whispered. One
step was all it took in the small room for Syn to be there, right next to PJ’s
bed.
Warmth flooded PJ where Syn’s hand touched his. “You’re awake.”
Syn’s smile chased away all the cobwebs still clinging to PJ’s weary brain.
How could he feel tired when Syn was there?
#ADULT EXCERPT#
PJ laid his head against Syn’s chest. “All our dreams are coming
true,” he whispered just loud enough for Syn to hear him.
Syn held him close for another minute, just savoring the feel of
PJ in his arms. They really were about to have all of their dreams come true.
But the reality was, any future with this man would make all of Syn’s dreams
come true.
He could stay like this forever and be a happy man. Then again,
they had their whole lives and right now, they had a scene to finish. “I
believe you have earned a punishment.” Steel infused his voice to remind PJ
just who was in charge.
A smile of bliss formed on PJ’s lush lips, letting Syn know just
how much PJ was looking forward to this. But before he could commence with the
punishment, Syn needed to feel those lips on him. “Kneel,” he commanded.
Without any hesitation, PJ sank gracefully to his knees. He leaned
in, rubbing his face against the front of Syn’s pants. That was what he loved
about PJ. He enjoyed every aspect of their sex life, even something as simple
as getting ready to suck his cock, he savored.
When PJ lifted up his hands to reach for Syn’s zipper, Syn said,
“With your teeth.” It wasn’t something he would normally request, but he wanted
to drag this out.
PJ dropped his hands and once more leaned in. He pushed his nose
along the length of Syn’s erection until he got to the top of his pants. With
his teeth, he tugged at the flap, popping the button free. Then he went to work
on the zipper. Syn was glad he was wearing boxer briefs today. He often went
commando, and with how hard his dick was pressing against the zipper, it
wouldn’t be fun to fear getting it caught in the teeth.
Those sweet brown eyes were staring up at him as PJ dragged the
zipper downward. Damn, but his little love looked amazing on his knees serving
Syn. A part of him worried he would blow his load before PJ ever got his pants
and underwear down far enough to take him in his mouth.
Curling his hands into fists, Syn looked up as he fought the
orgasm that was threatening to crash through him. Just when he thought he’d
gotten some semblance of control back, he felt wet heat sliding along his
shaft.
Syn couldn’t help but look down once more. The sight of PJ taking
him in his mouth was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen. The only
time it got better was when he was sinking into PJ’s tight ass.
Syn’s balls rolled in their sac at the thought of feeling PJ’s
tight muscles wrapped around him. He’d planned an entire scene, but now he was
beginning to think he needed to take the edge off first.
With that thought in mind, Syn threaded his fingers into PJ’s
hair, holding him still as he fucked that amazing mouth. That PJ continued to
kneel there, perfectly content for Syn to take over and use him as he wanted,
only turned him on more.
PJ was the perfect sub. Just feisty enough to give them both what
they want, punishments, yet still completely submissive, like now.
Syn groaned as he tried to hold his orgasm off for a little while
longer. PJ’s mouth was something he wanted to experience for as long as
possible. But with his little love’s ability to provide just the right amount
of stimulation with his tongue and the suction he provided, it didn’t take long
for his orgasm to crash through him with no hope of holding it back.
His balls pulled up tight and his dick throbbed in PJ’s mouth.
Stars formed in his eyes as pulse after pulse of cum filled PJ’s mouth, which
he swallowed with relish.
Endorphins pumped through him, leaving him weak as a limp noodle.
Only his hold on PJ’s head kept him upright. “Damn, boy. You know how to make
me feel good,” he told PJ as he finally was able to move and pulled from his
mouth.
PJ smacked his lips with a smile as he stared up at Syn with a
self-satisfied smile on his face. After that blow job, he deserved to look like
that. Chuckling, Syn leaned down and kissed that sweet mouth, loving that he
could still taste himself on PJ’s mouth.
When he pulled back, he stood up straight. “Playroom. Now,” he
ordered.
He couldn’t help but smile when PJ scrambled to do as he said.
Yep, they were going to have a great life. New York was going to be so much
fun.
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