“...I really enjoyed how Going The Distance centred on the development of an already existing relationship moving onto the next level, rather than on the beginning of a new relationship. The dynamics between the characters involved, and the subtle way in which the authors have addressed social status, have been well written. Somebody bring me some water, these two sizzle on the pages together. With descriptive prose, and real to life situations, Going The Distance is an enjoyable short novel written in a contemporary style. I would recommend this to anyone who enjoys stories written in a current setting, drama and romance as well as stories addressing, or dealing with, social status.”--Nerine Petros, Queer Magazine Online
“4 Nymphs!...The sequel to Driven To Distraction. I was hoping to see more of this couple and got my wish. Jess’ children are still adorable and his mother is still full of wisdom, capable of lifting the blinders off her son’s eyes. There is a touch of drama in the story to add spice, and the couple’s sex is as electrifying as ever before… an enjoyable read and look forward to reading more stories from Anah Crow & Dianne Fox in the near future.”--Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
...“I missed you.”
Those three words were the best thing Ben had ever heard. He felt like his heart was going to come right out of his chest. When he failed to get his keycard back in his pocket, he threw it toward the dresser instead, anything to get his hands free so he could get them on Jess. Jess. Everything about Jess was amazing, all that muscle and prettiness and sweetness and intelligence all in one place.
“I missed you, too.” He kissed Jess again, fast and sweet, before a wave of guilt hit him and he pulled back to see Jess’s face again. “About Andrew, Jess, I’m sorry, I didn’t, I never.” His words got all tangled up in his tongue. “I would never, Jess. There’s only you.”
“I know.” There was a little tightness around Jess’s eyes, but he grinned and said, “I figure Andrew wouldn’t’ve been so hot to trot about getting into my pants if he’d just been getting into yours.”
“My pants are private property.” Ben pulled Jess into his arms and kissed him again, taking a moment to get rid of the bag Jess was carrying. He wanted to ease that tension and kiss Jess until neither of them could remember anyone else existed. “And so, I hope, are yours. Because I know I can’t have all of you, but what I can have, I’d like to have to myself.”
“That’s not going to be a problem at all.” The noise Jess made when Ben kissed him sounded like a cat purring. “Not a bit.” His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, all over Ben’s chest and then down to the fly of his pants and around to his ass and up his back.
God, Jess drove him crazy. Every minute of the day. Ben didn’t have any questions about how Jess felt about them, not anymore. Which left him with one last, nagging question.
“Why are your clothes still on?”
They were only a few feet from the bed, close enough that Ben could pick Jess up just a little and dump him on his ass in the middle of that softness. When Jess hit the bed, Ben stopped to pull his own shirt off over his head and skin out of his pants and briefs. That took care of his part of things.
“’Cause you haven’t got me out of them yet.” Jess laughed and wriggled on the bed, dragging his shirt over his head and then tossing it aside. He got his hands on the waist of his jeans, working his fly open, and looked up at Ben. “This what you want?”
“All of you. Everything.” Ben was about to say more and then he stopped dead, hands on his hips. “There’d better be some lube in your bag, because I sure as hell didn’t bring any.” He hadn’t been planning on having sex this trip, and that was totally Jess’s fault, that he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, even for one night.
Jess laughed, and laughed some more, until he was red in the face and just about rolling around on the bed. “More than just lube,” he gasped, struggling to catch his breath again. “Had to check the damn bag ’cause they weren’t gonna let me on the plane with it.”
Ben stared at him a moment before things clicked and he started to laugh as well. That sleek metal dildo Jess kept in his dresser. Jess must’ve brought it with him. Ben grabbed the bag and threw it on the foot of the bed, then crawled up over Jess to kiss him and kiss him until they couldn’t breathe for laughing between the kisses. Just touching Jess made him giddy, and knowing Jess, knowing how much Jess had changed since they met, all went right to his head so that it was spinning with how crazy-amazing and perfect Jess was.
Slowly, the laughter faded and the kisses grew more heated. Jess arched beneath him, denim grating on Ben’s bare skin, and then the bed was shifting and Ben was on his back, staring up at Jess’s sly smile.
“Gotta get outta these jeans.” Jess’s words didn’t match up with his actions, though. He kissed his way down Ben’s chest and belly until he was on his knees on the floor, lapping at Ben’s cock and making happy sounds. “In a minute...”