As a youngest son, Jag Martin has eagerly walked a life-long path toward the priesthood. Then his once-great family falters under a mountain of debt. Their only hope -- marry Jag off to an appropriately wealthy suitor.<br><br>Brace Rivers desperately wants more than just a short fling. However, his economic and political reality makes finding an appropriate male partner next to impossible. When the Martin family offers Jag's hand, it's a dream come true. But he fears the young man is being forced into an unwanted marriage.<br><br>Following tradition, Brace offers Jag a pearl ring valuable enough to save his family's fortune. Jag has twenty-four hours to accept the gift and turn his back on Brace, or return the gift and accept Brace's hand. Brace only hopes he will convince Jag that a life together is worth more than all the pearls in the sea.

If All the Sand Were Pearl

If Brace didn’t have other pressing needs, he might have been able to simply fuck Jag with his mouth all night. He had always enjoyed pleasuring his lovers this way, and Jag was so responsive. He seemed thrilled by every motion, by every stroke of Brace’s tongue. He grew more and more vocal, voicing his approval in shouts and moans and the occasional coherent word. More. Please. Oh Goddess. Brace.


But if Brace didn’t find out soon what it felt like to be buried in this boy, he’d burst. Long minutes passed before Brace straightened again. Jag kept moving against the sheet, unable to hold still for even a second, like he had too much energy to burn off. Brace understood the impatience. He put one hand against Jag’s back, between his shoulder blades, holding him still. He didn’t want to discourage Jag’s responses, but Brace feared hurting him if he didn’t remain still.


“If this hurts…or feels uncomfortable at all…tell me.”


Chapter 11