Deleted Scene from Lori Toland’s The Replacement Guitarist
Blaze walked into the meeting room near the suites at the top of the venue. He had been in the stands watching the crew as they worked on the stage when Jennifer came downstairs to give him a message from Jason. Her face was devoid of emotion, and it left him disconcerted. She was usually unable to hide her emotions.
Jason stood by the windows that looked out over the arena, and when he turned to face Blaze, he was anything but happy right now. He touched Jason’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t answer; instead, he pulled Blaze into a hug. “Just hold me.”
Blaze leaned into him. Jason’s arms shook slightly and he wished he could draw the tension inside him.
“I lost a client,” Jason said and then buried his face in Blaze’s shoulder, resting his cheek there.
Blaze stroked his hair, reveling in the softness as he whispered sweet nothings in Jason’s ear, hoping his comfort was working. When Jason lifted his head, his expression was no longer dejected but slowly morphing.
Jason’s hands roamed as he dropped soft kisses all over Blaze’s neck, which turned into gentle bites. Blaze hardened and let out a soft moan as Jason moved lower. Cool air on his stomach sent a shiver through him as Jason unbuttoned his shirt.
“I’m going to make you beg me to fuck you here, I promise.”
Jason’s words sent a sharp, thrilling lust through him. He had never heard Jason be so commanding before, but he was always directing everything going on around him instead of focusing it on Blaze. Normally he had an outlet for it, exerting his power at work. This time was different.
Blaze growled at the soft rasp of his zipper but when he pulled Blaze’s pants down, he gasped. Jason reached inside his briefs and encircled Blaze’s cock with his long fingers. Blaze arched his back while moving in time with the strokes. Jason squeezed him, dragging his thumb over the cockhead. His cries urged Jason on, letting him know just how much Blaze was enjoying it.
The edge of the table dug into his back and he realized Jason had backed him up to it. The hand on his cock made it difficult to think, and Blaze was barely able to hold himself back from tumbling over the edge into bliss.
Blaze’s world whirled as Jason turned him around. Blaze steadied himself as he set his hands on the table and his pants were shoved down to his knees along with his briefs. “Kick off your shoes and pants,” Jason ordered.
Blaze obeyed, and was treated to the rasp of Jason’s zipper. He looked over his shoulder as Jason tore open the small foil packet of lube. As he spread some on his fingers, he met Blaze’s gaze.
“You planned this,” Blaze said.
Jason smiled. “I needed this.” For a minute, the dark passion behind his tightly held control showed through. He plunged those wet fingers inside and Blaze gripped the edge of the table tightly.
The cool gel eased the burn as he was stretched and Jason swiftly added another finger. Jason leaned in and kissed the back of his neck as his fingers went deep, and suddenly he saw stars. “Please, Jason, fuck me.” Blaze bit his lip when he realized he was doing exactly what Jason wanted and he smiled when the fingers disappeared.
Jason came back quickly, as he positioned his sheathed cock against Blaze’s hole. “Say it again,” he rasped.
Blaze shuddered as his desire flamed inside him. “Fuck me, please.”
Jason started pushing his cock inside him, moving slowly, letting Blaze adjust to the fullness. Those shudders Blaze was feeling from the older man signaled to him the control Jason had over his passion was going to break. As scary as it sounded, Blaze wanted Jason to lose his inhibitions and fuck him into the table.
His words and the looks he tossed over his shoulder coaxed Jason into revealing a different side of his personality, the one he hid from everyone as he slammed into Blaze. “You want this, don’t you?” Jason asked and grunted as he thrust deep. “You love having my dick inside you… oh!”
Blaze started to stroke himself and Jason’s moans urged him, the friction wound inside him, tightening as his orgasm neared. Blaze lost himself in the pleasure as fucked him hard. “Jas—oh.” He tried to speak but he came hard, nearly blacking out.
Jason wasn’t far behind. He grabbed Blaze by his hips as he fell forward against the table, his cock pulsing inside him as he continued to thrust in and out. “I want to feel you coming inside me,” Blaze begged. Moments later, Jason’s hips jerked hard and then he stilled.
For a while after Blaze just lay against the table, sore and aching in the most amazing way. Jason finally pulled away and discarded the condom before sitting in one of the chairs. Blaze moved into his lap and Jason held him. “Sorry, you’re so sore,” Jason whispered.
“It’s all right. It was definitely worth it to see you lose control so… wow,” Blaze said.
Jason winced and leaned until his forehead rested against Blaze’s cheek. “Now I have guilt. And I didn’t lose control.”
“Sure,” Blaze said, humoring Jason. If he wanted to believe that after what they had just shared, that was his issue.
Jason rested his chin on Blaze’s shoulder. “Blaze isn’t your first name, is it?”
Blaze stiffened slightly. “No, it isn’t.”
Jason looked like he was waiting for Blaze to tell him his real name. A name shouldn’t hold this much power, shouldn’t be connected to that many bad memories. He shoved away the dark thoughts as he looked into Jason’s eyes. “You lost an artist?” Blaze asked curiously.
Jason sighed as it became apparent to him Blaze wasn’t going to confess his name. “He found new management. He said he didn’t like the direction I was taking him in. I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“You win some, you lose some, right?”
Jason frowned. “I’ve never lost an artist.”
Blaze cocked his head as he looked at Jason. “Really?”
“Well, I’ve had some retire or move on to movies. I even helped them get an agent for that career path, but I’ve been managing musicians for eight years and not one has left me yet.”
Blaze tightened his arms around Jason, placing a kiss on top of his head. He was enjoying the familiarity of them talking about Jason’s workday. It was almost domesticated of them. “I’m sorry. But I am glad you were here when it happened.”
Jason nodded and buried his face in Blaze’s shoulder. He patted Jason’s back, hoping to bring some comfort to him.
Blaze Shinozuka has two goals: get a job as a guitarist and lose his virginity. At an audition for a famous pop star, he draws the attention of celebrity manager Jason Stockton—and their instant attraction sends his world careening off its axis just as he is thrust into the gritty world of rock ‘n’ roll.
Straight-laced music manager Jason Stockton is always professional and never dips his pen in the company ink. But there is something about Blaze that leaves him wanting what he shouldn’t. The guitarist’s exotic beauty and compelling innocence is a temptation Jason can’t resist.
After one lie in the national media pushes them apart, Blaze must decide whether he will trust Jason, a man he shouldn’t touch, let alone love. The cutthroat, jealous world of rock ‘n’ roll, has chewed up and spit out the toughest musicians, and Blaze vows he will be the last man standing, even after the music stops.
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CEO by day, erotic romance writer by night, Lori Toland lives in Orlando where the summers are hot but the romance between her characters is even hotter. Writing since the tender age of 13, Lori somehow finds time to play video games and watch movies while taking care of her beloved cats and a husband who will forever be her hero.