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  Two men. One night. True love?

  Drew is vacationing in sunny California, getting to know a father he hasn’t seen since he was two. Cal—a famous author of best-selling gay detective novels—needs a break from the glittering but cold world of fame that threatens to suffocate him. It’s only a night of fun for Cal when he hooks up with the much younger man who’s ogling him at the bar.

  Or is it?

  Emotions run wild when Cal has lunch with his best friend Anton and discovers Drew is Anton’s son. Torn between his fear of Anton’s reaction and his growing feelings for a man he’s just met, Cal has to decide whether he wants to give a holiday romance a chance or let it become just a pleasant memory.

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  The Beach Affair

  Copyright © 2017 Liza Kay

  ISBN: 978-1-4874-1117-6

  Cover art by Angela Waters

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  The Beach Affair

  By

  Liza Kay

  Dedication

  To my readers. May your summer be filled with sunshine, happiness, and love.

  Chapter One

  Oh, fuck me now.

  Cal Richardson couldn’t take his eyes off the young man sitting beside him at the bar. The way he sucked his fruity cocktail through the straw was a blatant invitation that had Cal hard as a rock.

  Cal knew he was out of practice. At forty-seven, he hated one-night stands for their anonymity and their lack of feeling. He’d gladly throw his principles out the window for a chance to feel those pouty lips suck his cock, though.

  His best friend since kindergarten, Anton would tell him to go for it. Cal felt so lonely and... cold. He cleared his throat and wriggled on his chair. “Hi, I’m Cal.”

  “Drew.” The younger man held out his hand and grinned, revealing a perfect row of pearly white teeth. His voice betrayed a slight accent.

  Cal felt a zing shoot through his arm as their hands touched. Drew had smooth, lightly tanned skin. His eyes were warm, and as blue as the ocean outside Cal’s bedroom window. He wore his long, honey-blond hair piled on his head in one of those messy buns one saw a lot of on the Internet these days. God, he was sinfully sexy.

  “You look a little lost,” Drew said quietly. “Are you from around here?”

  “I’ve got a house on the coastline, about five miles away. But I don’t go out much. What about you?”

  Drew grinned. “I’m on vacation.” He slid his gaze up and down Cal’s body. The expression on his face was pure heat. It’d been years since anyone had looked at Cal with such interest.

  Cal swallowed thickly and brushed a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. Drew being here on vacation would make hooking up with him easy, right? Maybe they could spend a couple of days at Cal’s house, and...

  He jumped when Drew placed his long-fingered hand on his arm and caressed his skin. “So, are you lost?”

  “Maybe?” Cal croaked. “I’m more comfortable at home. But I’ve been feeling a little lonely lately. So my friend suggested I go out and...”

  Drew chuckled. “And pick someone up to chase away the loneliness?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Well...” Drew slid closer until Cal felt the heat of his skin through both their thin shirts. “You’re handsome, and damn sexy. Will you give me a chance?”

  Cal’s gaze was drawn to Drew’s tongue when he licked his lips. “A chance?” He wanted to slap himself upside the head. Thank God Drew obviously didn’t recognize him. Nobody would believe the old guy stammering through a hook-up like a horny teenager was the author of a whole series of best-selling novels. Put him close to a hot man and he turned into a dimwit who couldn’t string two sentences together.

  “A chance to leave the bar with you,” Drew murmured into his ear.

  The hair on the back of Cal’s neck rose, and a shiver raced through him. He closed his eyes against the rush of desire flooding his body, coiling in his groin. “Boy, you’re in danger of finding yourself bent over this bar with your pants around your ankles.” Great. He’d gone from blushing teenager to sounding like one of his main characters—dangerous and flirty private investigator Tulip. But then Drew’s blue eyes darkened with arousal, and Cal grinned.

  To hell with it. If he wants an old guy like me...

  Cal placed his hand on Drew’s hip and squeezed. “You want to get out of here?”

  “Yes,” Drew hissed, fisting Cal’s shirt with both hands.

  Cal grunted when his back hit the wall. Fortunately, the bar was part of a hotel and spa, which made getting a room easy. He slid his hands to Drew’s back and held tight.

  Drew groaned into their kiss. Flexing his hips, he rubbed his hard cock against Cal’s. They stood roughly the same height, although Drew was slighter. Trim. Cal loved touching his sleek muscles.

  “Naked,” Cal pressed between harsh breaths. “Need skin.”

  Drew whimpered and walked backward to the bed while he unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was smooth. He didn’t even have a happy trail.

  Although Cal knew he didn’t measure up to so much beauty, he quickly got rid of his own clothes. He grabbed the package of lube and the condom from his pants, placed them on the nightstand, and stalked Drew.

  The younger man’s eyes widened, and he let out a little choked sound. “Fuck, you’re hairy.” He groaned, cupping the bulge in his pants. “And so sexy.”

  Cal pounced. They landed on the bed. Drew smiled, his pretty eyes twinkling. Cal leaned down and sealed their lips in another kiss. As much as he longed to sink deep inside Drew’s tight ass, he needed the kisses as well. He needed the intimacy. And Drew didn’t seem to object.

  Far from objecting, Drew looped his arms around Cal’s neck and moved against him in a sensual, fluid wave that brushed their naked skin together in an erotic dance.

  Together they got rid of Drew’s clothes. Cal slid his hands down Drew’s sides, over his hips, and cupped his perfect ass cheeks.

  Drew wrapped his legs around his waist. He left moist, hungry kisses all over Cal’s face and neck. “Yes, please.”

  “Tell me what you like,” Cal whispered. He rocked against his lover.

  Drew hissed and threw back his head. “You. Inside me. Please.”

  “Let me get you ready.” He loved to take care of a lover, to stretch him and drive him crazy with little touches until he begged for it.

  “I wanna ride you.” Drew rolled from underneath him and sat up. He took the rubber band out of his hair, and the released strands framed his face.

  Cal could only stare at him for a long moment. Then he snapped out of it and
lay on his back. “Come up here then.”

  Drew chuckled as he crawled up Cal’s body. Cal placed his hands on his butt when Drew stopped on his belly and urged him higher.

  “Give me your cock while I stretch you.”

  “Fuck.” Drew grabbed the headboard with one hand and rose to his knees. He held his cock around the base and pointed it down.

  Cal licked the leaking head and hummed, then closed his lips around the tip and suckled lightly. He chuckled around his treat when Drew closed his eyes, and circled the base of his cock. Obviously, he wasn’t too old to rock Drew’s world tonight.

  While he sucked and slurped, he opened the lube and drizzled some over his fingers. The second he touched between Drew’s cheeks, the man’s eyes flew open.

  “Cal! I—”

  Cal slid his finger through the ring of muscle and eagerly swallowed when Drew came down his throat.

  Drew moaned and shuddered above him. “Damn. Just... damn.” When their gazes met, Drew’s eyes were dark and glassy. “Don’t stop.”

  Cal let the still hard cock slip from his lips and grinned. “Not done with you.” He added a second finger, curved them slightly, and chuckled when Drew shouted his name.

  “Enough!” Drew grabbed the condom and scooted down.

  Cal’s balls tightened as Drew rolled the condom down his cock and coated him with the rest of the lube. He placed his hands on Drew’s slender hips, looking into his eyes as Drew pressed the head of his dick against his hole and pushed down.

  Cal wanted to thrust. He wanted to bury himself deep inside Drew’s tight, silky hole, but he kept still. Not wanting to hurt Drew, and seeing the pinch of his lips, Cal knew to give his lover time.

  Eventually, Drew’s ass met his groin and Drew let out a deep breath. He smiled, placing his hands on Cal’s furry chest and raking his fingers through the graying curls.

  “You feel so good. Perfect. It’s been a while.”

  Cal grunted. “Take your time.”

  Drew chuckled, and the movement sent a jolt of pleasure through Cal’s body.

  “Fuck! Don’t do that.”

  “What?” Drew asked, sounding innocent while looking anything but. “This?” He moved up slowly, driving Cal mad with need, then slammed down.

  Cal groaned and tightened his hold on Drew’s hips. “Harder, baby.”

  Drew’s blue eyes sparkled with... something. Cal wasn’t sure what it was and forgot about it when Drew set a fast pace, fucking himself on Cal’s cock.

  Cal loved it. He loved watching Drew’s beautiful body, slick with sweat, move up and down. He loved seeing his hard cock bounce as a proof of Drew’s desire. And he loved how real Drew was in his lust. He held nothing back. No moan, curse, or whimper.

  Drew squeaked when Cal rolled them on the bed. Pinning Drew underneath him, he pushed the younger man’s knees up toward his chest and bent him in half.

  “Yes!” Drew held onto his upper arms. He looked flushed, his eyes huge. His beautiful hair tumbled over the pillow and stuck to his damp skin. “Take me, Cal. Fuck me like you mean it!”

  Cal growled and hammered into Drew’s welcoming body.

  “Right there!”

  He pressed his face into the crook of Drew’s neck, licking and sucking at his salty skin. When Drew raked his nails over his back, Cal lost it. He sank as deep as possible and shouted his release.

  Drew’s seed hit his belly in warm ribbons, and Cal preened at the fact the younger man had come without a touch to his cock. Utterly exhausted, Cal slumped over his lover. He sighed when Drew hugged and held him tight. A kiss landed on his cheek.

  Cal couldn’t help himself. He wished this wasn’t casual. He wished someone like Drew could see him as a man worth keeping.

  God, I hate one-night stands.

  * * * *

  Drew swatted at the stream of light filtering through the curtains as he slowly swam to wakefulness. He knew the morning would be a disappointing one, because his arms hugged a pillow instead of warm flesh.

  Craptastic. That’s what you get for hooking up with a man at a bar.

  Last night he’d known immediately who was hitting on him. Although he wasn’t into one-night stands, he’d had to grab the opportunity with both hands. Calvin was a famous author and the object of many sticky dreams permeating Drew’s sleepless nights.

  Drew had read his gay murder mysteries countless times. He had a PictureIt wall full of photos of the reclusive man, and he collected everything there was to know about Calvin.

  Drew wasn’t a stalker. Nope. He was an artist, too, and Calvin and his work were his muse. The comics he’d drawn based on Calvin’s books were his best work. Of course Drew’s fanfic rendition of private investigator Tulip looked just like Calvin.

  Although Big Sur was a coastline famous for its prominent inhabitants, it was a small miracle Drew had met his idol in a high-end bar close to his father’s house. Drew hadn’t revealed that he’d recognized the author, fearing Calvin would run for the hills if he knew.

  He rolled onto his belly and pressed his face into the pillow. It still smelled of Calvin’s cologne. Groaning at his own stupidity, Drew slapped the mattress.

  “Why didn’t I tell him last night that I’d love to have breakfast with him?” Drew sat up and took in the rumpled, dirty sheets. He blushed fiercely. Whoever thought older men had no stamina sure as shit had never met Calvin Richardson.

  Drew was a little disappointed Calvin had left while Drew was still asleep. He should’ve expected it considering how they’d met, but he wanted to kick his ass for not at least telling Calvin he was a fan. Although, that probably would’ve ended with a restraining order.

  Drew got out of bed and picked up his pants. He peeled his phone out of the pocket and found he’d two missed calls and one message from his dad. He read the message and snorted. His father would be home late because he’d met a woman at a club.

  Sighing, Drew decided to take advantage of the shower before he went home. His father had said something about an old friend coming for lunch, and Drew didn’t want to be late or look like he’d rolled out from underneath a trick. Even if it was true. For all his aloofness, Anton Ascot expected good manners.

  Drew stepped into the shower and quickly scrubbed himself clean. He blushed and couldn’t contain the grin that split his face as he ran his fingers through his crease and over his tender hole. He’d feel Calvin for the rest of the day. Drew had to find a way to see the older man again. Calvin had said he lived close by. Provided that hadn’t been a lie, Drew would gladly sacrifice his vacation time driving through the mountains until he found Calvin’s house.

  Stalkerish? Maybe. Did he care? Nope.

  The chemistry between them had been off the charts last night. Drew hoped—prayed—Calvin had only left because he hadn’t been sure if he’d be welcome in the morning.

  Chapter Two

  Cal followed his best friend Anton Ascot out onto the terrace.

  Big Sur was wonderful this time of the year. Anton’s villa nestled into a cliff overlooking a long private beach. Soft waves lapped at the shore. The sun stood high in the sky. It was picturesque as hell, the ocean a glittering expanse of endless cerulean.

  But all of it paled compared with the angel lounging under an umbrella in one of the chairs by the pool. Cal felt all the blood drain from his face as he took in the sight of the beauty.

  Deliciously tanned skin stretched over sleek muscles begging for licks and kisses. Big dark sunglasses shaded the man’s eyes. He had one leg propped up as he worked a pencil across a sketchbook. The sight took Cal’s breath away and pushed his libido into overdrive.

  The problem was, he’d already licked and kissed that skin. Hell, he’d had the younger man underneath him last night and his cock deep in his ass.

  I’m a dead man.

  When Drew looked at them, his mouth dropping open in clear shock, Cal felt like jumping off the cliff.


  Drew got up and hurried toward them. He was dressed in skimpy briefs that left nothing to the imagination. Not that Cal hadn’t seen him in all his naked glory last night, sprawled on the sheets and begging for Cal to fuck him harder. What was Drew doing here?

  Cal crossed his hands in front of his crotch. Why had he gone with the loose linen pants again?

  Anton groaned beside him. “Don’t let the brat rope you into anything. He’s a huge Tulip fan.”

  Cal frowned as unwelcome jealousy—and the urge to throw up—swamped him. “Don’t tell me he’s your boyfriend. I know you occasionally swing both ways, but...”

  Anton made a choking sound and gave him a weird look. “No! That’s my son. Andrew.”

  What. The. Fuck.

  “No, he...” Cal swallowed. A dive down the cliff sounded better with each passing second. “He doesn’t look like he did in the photos you showed me. And I thought he lives in France with his mom.”

  “Those pictures are about ten years old.” Anton laughed. “He’s twenty-three. Drew’s here on vacation. But he’s trying to convince me to let him stay here and go to college. Well... art college.”

  Cal was twenty-four years older than his... lover?

  Oh God, I think I’m going to be sick.

  And he was Anton’s son. That was wrong on so many levels. As Drew walked closer, he pushed his glasses up into his hair. Cal was once again taken aback by the color of his eyes. In bright daylight, they were the same blue as the sea.

  “Mr. Richardson.” Drew’s voice sounded soft and hesitant. He blushed from his chest all the way up to the tips of his ears. Then he cleared his throat and averted his gaze. This was awkward as hell. “My dad said I should behave, but I’m such a huge fan. I mean, how you show private investigator Tulip’s soft emotional side only when he’s with his detective lover is...”