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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: In this romantic sequel to The Virgin Billionaire, Luis and Jase are living happily-ever-after in Jase's luxurious apartment in Trump Tower. It's been almost one year since Luis's unfortunate incident involving a drug dealer and the law, and they've been building a solid relationship based on love and mutual respect. They have engagement rings and are planning a small wedding ceremony in Vermont. For all intents and purposes, life is perfect. Then Jase decides it's time for Luis to meet his family in Alaska and announce their wedding plans. Though Luis is worried about how Jase's family will accept him, not to mention the fact that he's terrified of flying, he agrees to get on a plane and meet his new in-laws. Only when they arrive in Alaska, nothing goes as Luis had hoped it would... As Luis learns things about Jase he never knew existed, Jase's handsome best friend is moving back home to set up a medical practice. He's come out of the closet, he's left his lover in Los Angeles, and he's starting a new life. And Luis can't help noticing this guy is still in love with Jase... While the frustration mounts, Luis begins to doubt the strength of his relationship with Jase. And when Jase's father finally drops a bomb about his past the day before their wedding, Luis isn't sure he can go through with it. When a quick trip home turns into a nightmare, will Jase and Luis be able to salvage the love they thought they had? Or will a controlling father and a few past mistakes destroy the best thing that's ever happened to them?
eBook Publisher: Ravenous Romance/Ravenous Romance, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: October 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [230 KB]
Words: 55534
Reading time: 158-222 min.

Chapter One

On the evening before Luis and Jase left New York for Alaska, Luis sat back against the sofa and sighed. He glanced at the Manhattan skyline from their apartment in Trump Tower and took such a deep, sudden breath his dog jumped. The dramatic wall of windows ran floor to ceiling; the dark, Brazilian hardwood floors gleamed in the subtle twilight. He cleared his throat and rubbed his jaw. Then he ran his palm across his little dog's bald, bony spine and exhaled. It was hard to believe it had been almost eleven months since Luis had tossed the dog out of the taxi on that cold, rainy afternoon in early September.

The Chinese Crested looked up and sent Luis a blank stare. He tilted his head and yawned. He usually slept on the zebra-print loveseat from Luis's old apartment on the Upper West Side, the only thing Luis had brought with him when he'd moved into Jase's apartment.

Luis had finally named the dog Camp, partly because of his bald body and the exaggerated long blond mop on his head, and partly because he was much stronger than he appeared to be. Camp often reminded Luis of a few drag queens he'd known in his time. Though they looked outrageous and appeared fragile, they were the strongest souls he'd ever known.

Jase was in the bedroom they now shared together. He was packing his bags for the trip. As he moved from the closet to the line of suitcases sprawled across the bed, he whistled a tuneless song. They were traveling to Jase's hometown in Alaska early the next morning, a small village Luis had never heard of, not far from Wasilla and Palmer. Jase hadn't been home in almost eleven months and Luis had never even been to Alaska. Jase's parents were celebrating their fortieth anniversary. And if this wasn't enough, his grandmother was turning ninety. So they were planning a huge combined celebration. Jase thought this would be the perfect time to introduce Luis to his family and to announce their wedding plans.

Even though they were only going for a few days, Luis wasn't so sure about all this. The only information Jase's family knew about Luis was what they'd read in the tabloids and what Jase had told them over the phone. Though Jase's attorneys had cleared Luis's name from that messy situation with Derrick Stutsman and the narcotic ring Luis had innocently been involved with, he wouldn't have chosen this sort of publicity if he'd been given a choice. But Jase was the famous Virgin Billionaire and there hadn't been a choice. And when the press discovered Jase was not only involved with someone connected to an illegal drug ring, but that he'd also decided to come out of the closet and publicly announce he was gay, they couldn't wait to print the news. The story about Derrick and the drug ring finally died down, but there was still the matter of Jase, the Virgin Billionaire, being gay and having a permanent lover named Luis Fortune.

Though Jase had explained everything to his family in detail in the months that followed, the press had portrayed Luis as flighty, ditzy, and carefree in an unstable way. Luis couldn't help wondering what Jase's family thought of him. How was Luis to know Derrick had been passing illegal drugs with Luis's used underwear and sweat socks? He'd thought Derrick had a harmless little underwear fetish. How could Luis have known Derrick was almost flat broke and he hadn't sold any real estate in ages? He'd seemed like such a nice, genuine older man. He'd always praised Luis's happy-go-lucky, casual sense of style, his short dark hair, and his tight muscular body. And Derrick had never once asked for sex; he'd always been the perfect gentleman. Oh, Luis had learned his lesson that time. Very few people in this world are actually the way they appear to be.

And now Luis had to convince Jase's family he wasn't a drug dealer, he wasn't after Jase's money, and he truly loved Jase, for richer or poorer. He had to go to Alaska and show them he wasn't just one of the circuit boys, flitting from one gay bar to the next without a care in the world, wondering what new shirt to wear on Saturday night or which jeans to wear to tea dance on Sunday afternoon. Jase spoke with his mother and his grandmother once or twice a week, giving them little details about Luis and telling them how happy he was. But Jase never spoke with his father. And Jase never put Luis on the phone with anyone. He told Luis this was all a shock to his family and he wanted them to get used to the idea he was gay, he'd fallen in love with someone special, and he was planning to marry a man instead of a woman.

After a ten-month engagement, Jase finally told Luis it was time to go to Alaska and meet everyone in person.

Luis looked down at his laptop and smiled. He'd just written a post about his impending trip to Alaska to meet Jase's family for the first time and someone had already left a nice encouraging comment wishing him well. In the past year, Luis's life had changed in more ways than he ever could have portended. He'd been lucky enough to secure several good modeling jobs on his own, and he'd worked out an arrangement to be Elena's exclusive guest blogger on his favorite website, Elena's Romantic Treasures and Tidbits. He posted about his life and about his relationship with Jase. Though Luis and Jase kept their private lives very low profile, refusing interviews with some of the most prominent journalists in the world, there were millions of lgbt people around the world who seemed interested in them as a same-sex couple. When it occurred to Luis he could blog about his wonderful relationship with Jase on his own terms and in his own words, and help other same-sex couples by doing it, he asked Elena if he could do it on her blog instead of starting one of his own.

This was important to Luis. He had seen and read about too many high-profile same-sex couples on TV, in film, in books, and throughout the mainstream media, who sent out mixed messages to the world. They were loud, often aggressive, and rarely represented what most same sex couples were about. Some were offensive; others absurd. To people who didn't know anything about same-sex couples, these high-profile couples usually portrayed in the mainstream media were entertaining in the same way a sideshow at the circus draws attention. The only reason these same-sex couples had voices was because they were so extreme and the press always knew just how to bait them. Luis thought it was high time an ordinary gay relationship like the one he shared with Jase had a voice, too. His singular goal was to show the world same-sex couples were just like everyone else.

When Luis began writing about his relationship and his life with Jase, he wondered if anyone would read his posts. He thought they might be too dull and ordinary. But he was inundated with e-mails from other same sex-couples, men and women, thanking him for what he was doing. They were the couples who didn't fit into the gay stereotypes either. They praised him for working so hard on his honest blog posts. One gay man from the Midwest who had been with his partner for almost fifty years even wrote, "For the first time in my life, I don't feel as though I'm being misrepresented by fakes who are only interested in worshipping Martha Stewart, signing autographs in front of Bloomingdales, and getting attention to promote their own personal agenda. Thank you so much!"

While Luis closed his laptop and set it on the thick glass coffee table, Jase crossed into the living room and smiled. "What's wrong?" he asked. "You look upset."

Luis lifted his head and sent him a warm glance. Jase was walking around in his underwear, filled with so much life and energy, smiling more than he had in the past ten months. Luis couldn't let him know how terrified he was of meeting his family for the first time. He couldn't let him know his stomach was twisted in knots. "I'm good," he said. "I'm just a little tired."

Jase raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't lie to me. I know you're worried about tomorrow. It's going to be okay. It might be awkward at first. But my mother and my grandmother are both excited about meeting you. I've been telling them how wonderful you are for the past ten months."

"I just wish we'd keep our engagement a secret," Luis said. "They've probably never heard of any same-sex couples actually being engaged. I don't even know if there is such a thing."

Jase frowned and crossed to where he was sitting. He sat down and put his arm around him. "I don't really care whether or not there are other same sex-couples who are engaged. Besides, I'm sure there are plenty of them we haven't heard about. I believe in the concept of marriage and I believe in all the traditions that go along with marriage. I don't take this lightly, and I'm not going to settle for less. I spent my entire life settling because I was afraid of what people would think. Now I don't give a damn. I've worked hard. I have more money than God now. I'll do what I damn well please." He lifted Luis's hand and kissed the large, square diamond on the platinum engagement ring he'd given him. "You're my fiance, I'm proud of it, and I want my family to know it."

"Can we announce it in private, with just your immediate family around?"

Jase smiled. "Of course. I don't want to put you on the spot. It's just going to be my mother, my father, and my grandmother. We are very quiet people."

Luis smiled and moved closer. Jase was wearing white cotton boxer shorts and black dress socks. The natural, masculine definition of Jase's hard, sinewy body always made his heart race. Luis tilted into Jase's strong, bare chest and said, "I'm proud that you're my fiance, too. I'm proud of us as a couple. But the rest of the world seems a little shocked. So when we get to Alaska tomorrow, I'd like to play things down a little. I don't want to throw all this in everyone's face all at once, especially your father. I'll be really quiet and remain subdued."

"I agree," Jase said. "I promise. I'll be as subtle as possible."

"And our wedding plans will remain the same?" Luis asked. They'd agreed to have a small private ceremony at Christmastime. Though same-sex marriage wasn't legally recognized on a federal level, they were going to take their vows anyway. The plan was to go to a little bed-and-breakfast in Vermont for the holidays and take their vows with a few close friends.

Jase nodded and rubbed Luis's thigh. "I swear. We'll keep it small. No more than five or six hundred people."

Luis's jaw dropped. "Tell me you're joking." He could never be certain with Jase. Jase tended to do everything in excess, which included the huge square diamonds on their engagement rings. Luis would have been happy with a small chip, or just a thin band. "We agreed to keep it small and make the announcement after we were married. I don't want this turning into circus, Jase. I don't want the tabloids going after us and making us look like fools." Mercifully, they didn't get the attention Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie received from the press, but one magazine had already combined their names to Jais.

Jase's hand slid up his thigh and he laughed. "I'm just joking. We'll keep it small. We'll go to Vermont with Ben and Percy and the dogs just like we've been planning and have a small private ceremony."

Luis smiled and rested his head beneath Jase's shoulder. Ben and Percy were their two best friends. They were the couple who had been together forty years who had been walking in Riverside Park the night the cops had arrested Luis. Ben had been walking the big poodle; Percy had been carrying the grocery bag. Luis had run into them again by accident several times and he'd found they had a lot in common. And though there was a huge age difference--Ben and Percy were each in their seventies--the four of them had formed a strong friendship and spent a great deal of time together. In many ways, this older couple had become their mentors.

"What do you want for dinner?" Jase asked. "I'm starved."

Luis reached down and slipped his hand into the opening of Jase's boxer shorts. He grabbed Jase and said, "I want this." He stroked the shaft. "I feel like something thick and meaty, with a unique flavor that can't be reproduced anywhere." Then he pulled Jase's dick out of his boxer shorts and gently licked the head with the tip of his tongue.

Jase sat back and spread his legs. "You're a bad boy," he said. "I was talking about real food, not this." He bucked his hips forward a few times and pushed his crotch into Luis' face.

"This is real food," Luis said, stroking faster. "And I'm starved. Too bad you can't taste your own dick. You'd know what I mean." Then he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and wrapped his lips around the head. He was fully erect by now.

"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" Jase asked. His voice was low, and his right knee jerked because Luis was sucking so gently. His lips barely touched Jase's skin, and this seemed to stimulate his most sensitive nerves.

For a second, Luis's head went up and he said, "Just sit back and close your eyes." Then he puckered his lips and went down on Jase with more force.

Though Jase wasn't fond of sucking dick, Luis knew how much Jase loved getting his dick sucked. In the past ten months, they'd spent entire days in bed exploring and pleasuring each other with foreplay that always led to dramatic climaxes. They'd both been tested for HIV, and when both tests had returned negative, they'd stopped using condoms. Now that they were a monogamous couple engaged to be married just like any other straight couple, they didn't need condoms. But the most memorable sex they'd shared, as far as Luis was concerned, was when he'd surprised Jase in unusual locations and sucked him off without expecting any reciprocation. Luis had sucked him off in elevators, in cabs, and in dark alleys. He'd even sucked Jase off in the men's room of an exclusive restaurant once when they were dining with Ben and Percy. Now that it occurred to Luis he hadn't done this in a while, he decided to make up for it.

Without removing his lips from Jase's cock, he went down to the floor and kneeled between Jase's legs. He set his left hand on Jase's thigh for support and reached into Jase's shorts with his right and pulled out Jase's balls. While he sucked, he squeezed his balls with light tugs. He knew how much Jase loved gentle blow jobs. His head went up and down, from the base of the shaft to the tip. His cheeks indented and his lips protruded in an exaggerated, almost sloppy, way.

While Luis sucked, Jase spread his legs wider and bucked his hips into Luis's mouth. Jase bit his bottom lip and grabbed the back of Luis's head, helping him maintain an even rhythm. Luis's head started moving so fast the dog jumped off the sofa and ran into the bedroom to hide. When Luis gave Jase head, he didn't just go through the motions without a goal in mind. He sucked as if he were trying to draw the filling out of stuffed doughnut; he wanted every last drop Jase had to offer.

But when Jase began to swell and Luis started to taste pre-come, Jase grabbed the top of his head and said, "Stop. Take off your pants and spread your legs."

Luis's eyes went up. He stopped sucking and said, "But you're so close. I don't want to ruin it."

Jase ignored him. His face was red and there were beads of perspiration rolling down the sides of his face. "Take off your clothes and get down on your side."

Without wasting a second, Luis stood up, pulled off all his clothes, and sat on the black leather sofa. When he was stretched out, resting on his right side, Jase lifted his left leg and reached for a small tube of lubricant that had been concealed in a leather box on the coffee table. They kept little tubes of lube all over the house just in case. Luis thought it was much easier than running into the bathroom medicine closet, because he never knew when or where Jase would get the urge to fuck him. They could be watching a movie on TV and Jase would reach over and slide his hand up Luis's leg and give him a look that meant he wanted to fuck. He'd fucked Luis in the kitchen, out on the terrace, and up against the clothes dryer. In ten months, they'd fucked in every square foot of the apartment.

When Luis was greased and ready, Jase lifted his left leg higher and moved forward. He entered Luis with a quick push and started bucking his hips at once. By that time, Luis had learned to accommodate Jase without the slightest hint of pain or discomfort. Jase could slip into his body and start pounding away as fast as he wanted or as long as he wanted without having to worry. Luis didn't really have much of a choice. He'd be sleeping soundly, and in the middle of the night Jase would roll him over, mount him, and start fucking. Luis certainly wasn't going to complain.

But that afternoon it only took four or five minutes for Jase to start grunting and moaning. "I'm close. I'm about to go off."

Luis started jacking his own dick. "I'm ready," he said. For some reason, this was Luis's favorite position. When he was on his side and his legs were spread as wide as they'd go, his own climax seemed more intense.

Jase grunted. He gave Luis five hard slams and tossed his head back. "Here. It. Comes."

Oh, this was always the part Luis love the most. While Jase filled Luis's body, Luis tugged his own cock twice and shot his load across the sofa. It landed on the glass coffee table next to his favorite book on interior design by the famous Billy Baldwin. His chest heaved; post-climactic vibrations charged through his body and he smiled so wide his face hurt. With Jase, he always felt his orgasm in every cell of his body.

Jase remained inside for a minute or two, bucking his hips and depositing the last few drops of come. Then he leaned forward, wrapped his arms around Luis, and kissed him on the lips. When he shoved his tongue into Luis's mouth, Luis's stomach jumped. His eyelids fluttered and his toes curled forward. It felt as though his entire body were about to melt into the black leather sofa. If Jase had said, "One more time," Luis would have lifted his leg higher and replied, "Go for it."

But it wasn't going to happen that night. Jase's body went up and pulled his dick out slowly. He lowered Luis's left leg and helped him sit up on the sofa. "Now I'm really starved," Jase said, shoving his genitals back into his shorts.

Luis tightened his sphincter muscle and smiled. "Let me go clean up and we can order Chinese."

"Let's order now," Jase said. "I'm starved. You can clean up later. Let's eat first."

Luis laughed. There were still certain things about being gay Jase didn't understand. "I really have to go clean up," he said. "I can't wait. There are things I have to do. All you have to do is put your dick back into your boxer shorts and it's over. But I have to take care of things in the bathroom."

Jase tilted his head to the side and he gave him a curious look. "What things?"

There was no way Luis was going to go into detail about post-fucking hygiene. So he smiled and stood up from the sofa. Jase's come had already begun to drip down the insides of his legs and he wanted to jump into the shower before it reached his ankles. "You'll find out when I fuck you someday," he said.

Jase blinked. In this respect, Jase was still a virgin. Though he'd fucked Luis more times than they could ever count, Luis had never actually fucked him. Luis had tried to get inside him a few times, but Jase had always refused. And because Luis preferred to be on the bottom, he'd never complained. But he liked to tease Jase about getting fucked just to see his horrified expression.

"I'll order you that chicken entree you always get," Jase said, changing the subject. He stood and smoothed out his boxer shorts. "I'll get the menu in the kitchen while you're in the shower."

Luis smiled and grabbed Jase's ass. He laughed and said, "You're changing the subject again. If you don't want to get fucked, it's fine. I won't force you. I'm perfectly fine with being the bottom. It's no big thing for me."

Jase pressed his lips together and inhaled through his nostrils. "I'm just not sure," he said. "It just looks so painful." He shrugged and spread his arms. "I can't even imagine how you do it. I always feel so guilty when I go inside. Like I'm hurting you."

Luis grabbed his clothes from the floor and started walking toward the bedroom. "Trust me," he said. "There's nothing painful about it, so don't ever feel guilty. And I promise I'll be very gentle with you. By the time I break you in, you won't even know I'm inside you." He wasn't serious. He didn't care one way or the other. But he loved teasing him about it.

Jase flashed him an adorable smile. "When we get back from Alaska, I'll give it a try," he said. He always did this. He always put it off for another time.

"It might be fun to try it while we're there," Luis said. "Wouldn't it be fun to lose your virginity in your own hometown?" Then he turned fast and headed toward the bedroom. He didn't want Jase to see the huge smile he couldn't control.

"You're having fun with this, aren't you?" Jase asked.

He had to shout; he was in the bedroom by then and Jase's come was trickling down his ankles. "No pressure, baby. Whenever you're ready, just let me know. I'll fuck your brains out." Then he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower before Jase had a chance to answer him.

Chapter Two

Early the next morning, they boarded a commercial flight from New York to Anchorage, Alaska. Jase had a way of unconsciously guiding Luis all the way through the airport, during the security checks, and right onto the plane. Without thinking, he'd place his palm on the small of Luis's back and nudge him forward. Or he'd tug Luis's sleeve and guide him in a certain direction. He always made Luis walk through a doorway first and he often opened car doors for him. When they finally reached their first-class seats at the front of the plane, Jase even stepped to the side, placed his palm on Luis's back and guided him to the window seat. Though Luis would have preferred an aisle seat, he allowed Jase to take complete control. It was an unspoken dynamic in their relationship that seemed to work well without either of them trying too hard.

Luis had learned one thing early: When someone is with a man as strong and determined as Jase Nicholas, that someone has to learn how to deal with their own ego. In any relationship that's going to last for the long haul, compromise is a huge ingredient. He'd learned to back down and allow Jase control when it was necessary. But more than that, he'd learned how to do this without compromising his own personality. When Luis felt strongly about something, he wasn't shy about letting Jase know it.

But his heart was pounding and his palms were sweating that morning. And this was because Luis wasn't a frequent flier. He loathed planes and truly believed if God had intended human beings to fly they would have been born with wings. The only thing keeping him calm and even was knowing Jase was there with him.

When Luis sat down, he placed a small Louis Vuitton pet carrier on his lap and unzipped the top. He looked inside and said, "Here we go, Camp," with a cheery tone. Then he buckled his seat belt, slid to the right, and placed the pet carrier on part of his seat so Camp could be right next to him throughout the flight. The gray leather seats in first class were wider than most; Luis was thin and there was plenty of room for the pet carrier.

Jase plopped into his seat and buckled his seatbelt. He adjusted his feet and asked, "You okay?" He'd been unusually quiet that morning, rubbing his eyes and yawning most of the time. But now that he was on the plane, he seemed more animated.

"I'm good," Luis said. "I think Camp is okay, too. This is the first time he's ever flown." He'd thought about leaving Camp with Ben and Percy. Camp loved their huge standard poodle, and Ben and Percy had offered to pet sit. But Luis hated leaving Camp behind. And when Jase said his family loved pets, Luis decided to bring him along. The flashy Louis Vuitton pet carrier had been Jase's idea. Luis would have gone to a pet store and picked out any old pet carrier. But Jase had offered to pick one up on his way home from his downtown office to save Luis the trip and he'd come home with this pretentious Louis Vuitton affair.

Jase smiled. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, then placed his palm on Luis's knee. "He'll love it once the plane is in the air. Take off might hurt his ears, though. But I've traveled with dogs before and they've always been fine."

Luis smiled and glanced down at the large hand on his knee. Then he tilted his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jase leaned closer and forced his eyebrows to move up and down fast. He lowered his voice to a stage whisper and said, "I thought we could have a little fun to pass the time once we're in the air." Then he did the eyebrow thing again and said, "You could blow me in the rest room. Or I could cover my waist right here, pull my cock out, and you could give me a hand job in front of everyone."