Black Mahogany Emily Carrington

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.Table of ContentsTitle PageCopyrightDedicationPrologueChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenChapter EighteenChapter NineteenEpilogueLoose Id Titles by Emily CarringtonEmily CarringtonBLACK MAHOGANYEmily Carringtonwww.loose-id.comBlack MahoganyCopyright © June 2013 by Emily CarringtonAll rights reserved.This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this e-book ONLY.No part of this e-book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC.Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author's rights.Purchase only authorized editions.eISBN 9781623003944Editor: Heather HollisCover Artist: Fiona JaydePrinted in the United States of AmericaPublished byLoose Id LLCPO Box 809San Francisco CA 94104-0809www.loose-id.comThis e-book is a work of fiction.While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.WarningThis e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers.Loose Id LLC’s e-books are for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase.Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.* * * *DISCLAIMER: Please do not try any new sexual practice, especially those that might be found in our BDSM/fetish titles without the guidance of an experienced practitioner.Neither Loose Id LLC nor its authors will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles.DedicationTo KittyPrologueFebruary fourteenth dawned colder than a penguin’s kneecaps.Mike Delaney smirked at the old family phrase and turned off the oven timer.If the cookies had retained their shapes, he’d be able to count this second batch as good.Glancing out the kitchen window, he nodded.It was after seven, which meant his lover would be awake soon, vacation or no vacation.When the cookies were out, he studied them with an eye toward burned edges.Everything seemed to be in order.After they cooled, he’d write messages on the large surfaces.The kitchen floor creaked behind him.Mike turned, his gaze flicking left to the drawer where his mother had kept the sharpest knives since time out of mind.But then he registered who was in the room with him and relaxed.“Easy.I didn’t mean to startle you.” Mike’s father approached slowly.Instead of raising his hands like a man surrendering, he touched Mike’s shoulder.“You’re up early.I thought Aidan didn’t have to go to school this week.”“Don’t you have to be at work?” Mike pointed to the half-empty coffeepot before shuffling to the sink to start on the dishes he’d made.His father had already drunk his share.What was he doing here?“There was a partial cave-in.Henry Vaughn is in the hospital.”Henry Vaughn was his father’s foreman at the Marisburg coal mine.One of his father’s few remaining friends since Mike came out.It’s not my coming out that’s frightened all my parents’ casual acquaintances and most of their friends away.At least Aidan said it wasn’t.Most of the time, Aidan’s words made sense.In general, people didn’t give a shit what others did.Not beyond gossiping behind closed doors.Which shouldn’t bother me.Aid’ keeps telling me so.More than half the people in Marisburg had come down on the side of Rick Hanlon, the high school physics teacher who’d molested Mike almost two years ago.“Ricky wouldn’t do that,” Mrs.Callahan, one of the English teachers at Marisburg High School, had told Mike.“He was a sweet boy when I had him as a student.Not many people return to their small hometowns to help out anymore.”Ms.O’Carolyn, the high school guidance counselor, had voiced a similar opinion.“Just because you failed his class, that’s no reason to besmirch his name.I understand your need to feel out your oats now that you think you’re gay, but don’t drag down a good man.”Mike moved away from the sink, trying to put distance between himself and the past that haunted him less during his days but continued to pollute his dreams.What had his father said? Something about a cave-in.And Henry Vaughn.“Can I help?”“Only if you want to send him some of these heart-shaped cookies.I’ll be heading over there in a few minutes.”“I’ll do you one better.” Mike opened the bread box and withdrew a plate covered in plastic wrap.“How’s this?”His father took the presented chocolate chip cookies, smiling a little.“And why aren’t these going to Aidan instead?”Mike shrugged.“They’re not the right shape.”“Ah.” He smiled a little.“You’re getting good at this baking thing.”Mike felt a blush climb his cheeks like a fire devouring a dead tree.“Mom’s patient.So are Aid’s mother and grandmother.”“It wouldn’t hurt Aidan to learn some of this, you know.” The older Delaney set the cookies aside.“You’re not the female half of your relationship, Mike.Even if guy and girl roles were firmly set in my generation, that doesn’t mean you have to hold to them at all.”“Aidan sews.”Mike’s father raised an eyebrow.“Really?”“He also embroiders and washes dishes.Whatever the girl’s part is, I’m pretty sure I’m not taking it alone.” In his mind’s eye, he could see his boyfriend under him, moaning and begging for Mike to fuck him harder.Mike turned away, retreating to the sink once more.“All right.” But his father stepped closer instead of leaving.“I had to ask because you’ve been different lately.Tense.Quieter than I can ever remember.” He touched Mike’s shoulder.Knowing what was expected, Mike looked into the brown eyes that matched his own.“I wish I’d realized what Rick Hanlon was doing to you.That sick son of a bitch.” The older Delaney’s eyes shone briefly with tears.“If I’d figured it out—”“It’s not your fault, Dad.It’s not anyone’s fault.”Really?Mike banished that thought.“Not anyone’s.Except Hanlon’s [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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