My last release was Trix with Julian Dane, but since you learned about that story yesterday, I’ll tell you about my last single author release In His Bed.
Rob isn’t misreading the signals. But Jude is a temptation he shouldn’t want. Tell that to his body. Jude is hot, hard and hungry for cock. His tight ass and ripped body have Rob thinking reckless thoughts. How could he contemplating sex with his best friend’s son?
Excerpt:
Rob laughed. “So you want to hook me up?” What in the hell was he doing? Sweat trickled along Rob’s back and his nuts were pulsing beneath his swelling erection. Jude had changed from twink to hot college grad and Rob was more interested than he should be on just what Jude’s education included.
Damn, he did know. He’d been dancing around an unwelcomed attraction. Karen had noticed Jude’s crush a few years ago. Rob hadn’t been concerned. Jude was just discovering and accepting his sexuality. Naturally, he’d gravitate toward a man secure in his orientation. Hell, Rob sort of got off on Jude. The kid had been Rob’s shadow from the day he came out to Karen until he’d left for the university.
Jude wasn’t a kid anymore…and Rob wasn’t misreading the signals. Rob could see the maturity in Jude’s confident posture and hot fucking body. Jude’s sandy blond hair was cut close on the sides and left a bit longer on top. A faux hawk Rob wanted to fist his hands in as he ate Jude’s luscious lips. However, teasing…wanting…even thinking thoughts of Jude was playing with fire. Temptation he couldn’t touch, yet he hadn’t heeded his own good sense. He’d cracked the door with emails and late night phone calls.
“Rob?”
“Yeah, sorry.” He shook his head, shaking off thoughts of hard, hungry-for-cock college boys—Jude—with tight asses and ripped bodies. “I don’t think any of your friends are going to be interested.”
Jude clamped his teeth into his bottom lip. His intense blue-eyed gaze raked down Rob, leaving a sizzling awareness in its wake. “That wasn’t what I meant.”
Heat simmered in Rob’s chest. In a slow stretch, his cock hardened and his balls tightened. But he couldn’t want this, couldn’t risk destroying the two people who meant the most to him. “I’m flattered—”
“I was thinking we could hit the bars.”
Rob nearly choked on his breath. “The bars?”
“Yeah, this week. I’m home, need to hookup with old friends, and wouldn’t mind meeting a few new ones.” He set his beer on the counter. “I don’t know about you, but I need to get laid. Celibacy is for religious and ugly people.” He started out of the kitchen, leaving Rob speechless. “So are you still set up in the spare bedroom or are you in my room?”
Every fucking word out of Jude’s mouth had his dick jumping and his heart racing. “Your room?” Rob nearly swallowed his tongue. “No, not your room. I’m across the hall in the spare.”
“Great, then I’ll know where to find you if I have an emergency.”
“Huh?” Rob’s brain had short-circuited with talk of Jude’s room. He couldn’t squash the image of Jude in his bed.
“Resuscitation,” Jude said as he grabbed his duffel. “If you head to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.” He started up the stairs to the bedrooms.
Rob raked his fingers through his hair. Shit. Shit. Shit. Bars, hook-ups, and getting laid? What the fuck had happened to Jude? They weren’t pals, and didn’t party together. They weren’t like that. Sure, some of the emails lately had changed in tone, become…stimulating. Now Jude had all but asked for mouth to mouth. Christ that thought had him hot and aching all over.
He glanced at the now vacant stairs. Jude had changed, but so had he. His feelings weren’t easy. They were complicated and intense and considering doing anything with Jude was impossible. Light spilled out from his open bedroom door. Rob kept the room across the hall. He lived an hour south and worked five minutes from Karen’s house. When he was on call, staying here was more convenient.
But not with Jude home. Not with the forbidden sensations rioting through his body. Rob could admit, deep down, where only he knew, he wanted Jude, wanted to top him, cramming him full of cock. Not always. There was a time when Jude was simply Karen’s boy and he’d been blessed to have a hand in watching him mature into an intelligent handsome young man. Then he’d gone away to school. When he returned on that first break, Rob’s saw the man—not the boy. Horrified, he’d buried his needs, swallowed the lust and focused on friendship. Not that it helped. He’d still wanted to fuck his best friend’s kid. He’d felt like a fucking perv. A growl rolled from his chest. Now, in a few hours, Jude had uncovered that dirty little secret. It was a game. And Jude was playing. Question was, would Rob?
A few minutes later, Rob checked the doors, shut off the lights and headed upstairs. The door to Jude’s room was ajar. Only a dim light filtered from within. He paused, wanting to turn away, but desperate for a glimpse. A shiver of apprehension crawled over his flesh. His breathing grew shallow. His bare feet froze to the floor.
In the reflection of the mirror, he watched Jude strip out of his shirt. Hard lines carved his corded abdominals. Saliva flooded Rob’s mouth and his dick jerked. Simmering heat in his balls boiled over and his cock head began to leak within his jeans. Jude had filled out. Gone was the twenty-ish twink replaced by strong shoulders and a dusting of hair across the contoured planes of his pectorals. More slightly curled hair trailed down his flat tempting stomach and swirled around his navel. Rob would dampen those hairs with his kisses and dip the tip of his tongue into the small recesses as he tasted lower on course to Jude’s cock. His belt was unbuckled and the black band of Jude’s underwear peeked out from the undone button of his jeans.
Rob quietly shifted his stance, cupped his dick and pressed into his palm to ease the ache. But the heat in his groin smoldered. His hands trembled. Rampant beats of his heart droned out the voice in his head that should be telling him to turn away rather than feed into the fantasy. But lust controlled him, claimed him and his eyes slid closed.
Rob’s mind filled with the image of Jude dropping to his knees and parting those full wide lips. Rob could almost feel the head of his cock pillowed against Jude’s hot, wet tongue. A shudder ripped through him and his breathing grew heavy. Suddenly he realized he was stroking his shaft through the denim of his jeans. His eyes snapped open. His gaze darted into the room…and locked with Jude’s.
“Fuck.”
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is a special day for me because I am a veteran. I served in the USMC quite a few years ago but it was an incredible experience that stays with you for a lifetime. I often get asked why I went in the Marines and the answer is far to complex to summarize in one line so I found a video of women Marines who answer that very question.
