Author: Julie A. Richman
Publisher by: Independent
Published on: May 11, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, LGBTQ Romance
Page Count: 246
I used to have them—before the nightmares started.
I dreamed of nice guys, love…normalcy.
Things like reading the Sunday paper in bed with my lover.
But who needs dreams when your reality is filled with a string of faceless dominating men in uniform? Men that pack a thick bulge and are only too happy to satisfy my deviant sexual cravings.
Me. That's who.
And then HE walked through the door and shared with me, a total stranger, his intimate dream of love. Damn him for verbalizing every single detail of the dream I buried long ago.
And now I don’t know how I'm going to live without that dream.
Sigh…I love Julie Richman very much. She just knows how pull on heartstrings to bring on the serious feels. I am gonna be honest in saying that I did not think I would be as moved as I was by Henry’s story. This is only my second M/M story and it was never genre I felt like exploring. I have nothing against the gay community, I just said, “I have issues connecting with straight couples sometimes…what the hell am I gonna do with gay ones…lol” but I was so wrong. Please be advised – THERE MAY BE SPOILERS from the Needing Moore Series. It cannot be helped. Please read with caution if you have not finished that series.
Henry’s story will break your heart.
We start with present day Henry Clark. He just left Mia and Schooner wedding. He is has just been left on his ass after meeting Seth Shapiro and feeling an instant connection. A want to know him in every way. We then jump into Henry’s past and man what a past it is. Henry is just sweet, lovable and so broken. Finding love has not been easy journey for him. He starts his sexual life on a very rough note that may not have broken him but it does have a lasting impact on how he views and has sexual encounters through the majority of his life. It’s rough to read and I shed more than a few tears on his behalf. If this story is even half of what gay men went through in the 90’s my heart breaks for them.
Schooner will always have my heart.
I have loved Schooner since Searching for Moore. I loved his need to protect. His loyalty. The never-ending love he gave to people he deemed family. Henry’s End just affirmed that belief ten-fold. His loyalty and friendship will melt your heart. He is there when Henry needs him the most, as a shoulder to cry on or the push he needed to get him out of his own head but through it all…he was there. Henry’s End is not only the story of him finding his romantic HEA but of a beautiful friendship that stood not only the test of time but many, many personal up and down’s in both their lives . I loved it beyond words could ever express.
Henry smiled at Schooner. Just as he had done for his emotionally flailing friend years ago, this time Schooner took the reins, steering Henry back onto the right path, but making him do the hard work to free himself from the darkness. And as Schooner had promised him, once again, the two friends had run through it.
This really may be Julie’s best story.
I did not want to believe her when she told me that. I had read the entire Needing Moore Series in three days. I have yet to find a story that even comes close to that of Schooner and Mia. Their love story spanned more than a decade and it was a hard-won love. I loved every page of their story. Well Henry stole my heart. I have never rooted for character the way I rooted for him. I cried my heart out for his pain. When he found his happy I cried for his happiness. It was that bad…hehe.
“How am I going to let you get on a plane?” Henry whispered gruffly in his ear. Pulling his face away to look into his violet eyes, Seth shook his head, indicating he didn’t know. Slowly, Henry ran his fore and middle finger down Seth’s cheek and it was in that very moment that Seth Shapiro knew he’d better get his shit together because he would be miserable if he ever lost this man.
What makes the stories great is Julie. She is a phenomenal storyteller. Her stories are always well written and flow beautifully from scene to scene. She engages you from the first page and never let’s go. She has just enough sappy, romance, funny and sex. I would read anything she writes 10 times over.
Holding eye contact with the man, meeting the challenge head on, Henry didn’t flinch. He wanted him to know that he was aware that he was being watched. The energy between the two was sharp and direct. There was no mistaking that contact had been made, and Henry could feel his stomach cramping with excitement, and his balls tightening with desire. This was a man he had dreamed about his whole life. He exuded absolute power. Envisioning him in uniform made Henry inexplicably ache even more.
Definitely a Marine, he thought. A lieutenant? A captain? This man gave orders and expected them to be followed. He commanded. Demanded. And received.
Turning away, Henry made his way through the crowd in search of the bathroom. Mostly he needed his air back and a moment to process what had transpired. He knew that wasn’t all in his head.
The man hadn’t just cruised him.
He’d claimed him.
Heading into the bathroom, the site of an open stall door felt like an immediate godsend and he needed to get behind it, alone. Quickly.
It happened so fast, he wasn’t quite sure how it occurred. Entering the stall, he turned to close the door but was propelled against the metal stall wall to his right, knocking the air out of him. He heard the muffled sound of the stall door latch being locked. The larger man pinned him with his body, his muscular chest pressing Henry flush against the cold metal. The cool smooth surface felt good against his hot, sunburned cheek. Henry could feel the man’s cock pressed against his ass crack on the outside of his bike shorts and wondered if the guy’s cock was still in his pants or not. It wasn’t until that moment that he realized the man had him in a loose choke hold. He didn’t feel fear, and somehow instinctually knew this guy wasn’t going to hurt him. He was establishing his control and position.
With lips next to Henry’s ear, his voice was little more than a growl. “Is that what you want? Little boys? Little boys that will never satisfy you? Is that what you want?” His sizable cock pressed harder against Henry’s ass. With his free hand, the man reached around to the front of Henry’s bike shorts and found exactly what he was looking for – a hard, excited cock. Giving it a squeeze through the slippery material of his bike shorts, Henry hardened immediately to the man’s touch. Continuing to fondle him through the thin fabric, while simultaneously pressing him from behind, the Marine hissed into Henry’s ear, “I asked you a question.”
Brain cells blown away by the physical assault both front and rear, for the life of him, Henry could not remember the man’s question and answered by pressing his junk harder into the guy’s hand, needing to feel possessed by his grasp. He did not disappoint Henry as he squeezed his balls tighter.
“You still want little boys?” he growled, his arm tightening around Henry’s neck.
The moment Henry felt the crook of his arm squeeze his neck, he began to pump himself into the man’s hand, “No. I don’t want little boys.”
“Then what is it you want?” The man had Henry by his cock and was pressing him firmly against his own hard-on, grinding harshly against his ass.
“I want you.”
“Good. And I don’t want you dancing with those boys. Do you understand that?”
Henry nodded his head, yes.
With his hand firmly encasing Henry’s privates, the Marine pressed the smaller man against him and continued to let Henry feel the pressure of his cock against his ass.
Henry leaned his weight back into him, eyes closed. There was nothing in the world except the guy’s hand kneading and pressing his balls. He wanted to stay in the moment forever. Submit to whatever the man wanted from him.
And then he was gone. Leaving Henry against the wall with a raging hard-on and a need to feel the Marine’s hands and cock again, hear his voice, low and raspy, in his ear. Without removing an article of clothing or coming, he had never had a sexual experience that excited him as much, and he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would always remember the sublime feeling of being restrained by this man.
He wanted more.
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