A New Way to Dance
Brook Turner is an ex-lawyer turned micro-brewer, baby-brother of Seth’s best friend Lizzie. The two met briefly before Seth’s accident, but it’s when they meet again six years later that they get a chance to act on the attraction they’d initially felt.
With Brook’s help, Seth begins to heal not only from his residual physical injuries, but also from the emotional ones inflicted by Fayden. Will it be enough to keep the two of them together?
Join Seth and Brooke as they find a new way to dance together.
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Smutty Excerpt:
“Been too long since I woke up with someone in my bed.”
“Mmmhmm.” Years. It had been years for him.
Brook’s leg pushed between his own, the man snugging their lower bodies together. Seth’s hand was trapped between them, fingers splayed. Brook moved to his other nipple, lapping at it before the suction began.
Oh fuck. That was nice. Easy and sexy and felt so damn good.
He chuckled softly, letting the worry and tension that wanted to latch on to him go. This was what he wanted.
Brook slid one of his hands around to grab Seth’s ass.
He scooted closer, jonesing on the whole secret-cave-in-bed vibe.
Brook tangled their legs together, rubbing their cocks.
“Do you have anywhere to be this morning?” Seth asked. Could they goof off? Relax?
“Nope. I’m free all weekend. You said you were too.”
“Uh-huh. No classes for days.” He hid his face in Brook’s throat, licking and nibbling at the stubbled skin.
“Good.” The word was almost fierce.
“Mmm.” He sure hoped it was. Seth nibbled again, playing, teasing.
Brook’s fingers slid through his hair, keeping him there. Someone liked that.
Seth chuckled, making sure the sound vibrated on Brook’s skin.
“Oh damn, that’s good.”
He moved to the other side of Brook’s neck, hunting more hot spots. Brook hummed happily for him, body shifting and pushing. God, it had been so long, so fucking long since he’d just been able to connect, touch.
Brook’s fingers danced down his back, sliding warmly. It was difficult to keep the shiver at bay, to not give away the way that made him tingle. Then Brook did it again, the caress gentle, tender. He hiccupped, his breath catching.
“Mmm. Love finding sweet spots.”
“Sweet spots? Me?” He had to tease.
Laughing, Brook drifted his hand along Seth’s back again. “Are you trying to say there’s nothing sweet about you?”
“Not a single thing.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“No? I’m an old hardass.” An old broken hardass.
Brook slid a hand down to his butt, squeezed. “Not that hard.”
Seth snorted, then started to laugh. Brook surprised him over and over.
The man pressed a grin against his mouth. He decided to let himself go. It was icy outside; they were warm in bed. Hell, this could be a one-time thing.
Brook rolled onto his back, pulling Seth up over top of him.
His legs fell on either side of Brook, the big body supporting him easily.
Brook found his ass and squeezed.
“Am I too heavy?” It would be tough to support himself on his knees.
“You’re good just as you are.”
“Cool.” He rested hard, their cocks pressing together.
“Mmm. Real good, in fact.”
They started rocking, the motion easy and steady, building the friction. Sliding his hands back up along Seth’s spine, Brook finally cupped his face and took a kiss. Their tongues touched, the chemistry exploding between them.
Bucking up, Brook made their cocks drag together, the sensation electric.
He hummed, sucking Brook’s tongue between his lips, eager to return the pleasure the man had given him last night.
Brook continued to touch him, tracing his muscles, like the man’s fingers were fascinated by his skin, his shape.
His body lit up, his skin buzzing and tightening.
Brook undulated beneath him, pushing up into him over and over.
Focus, Seth, he told himself. This wasn’t about him, this one was for Brook. It wasn’t easy, though. Brook seemed to have a knack for finding all the places that sang when touched.
He groaned as Brook stroked the small of his back, stroked the very top of his crease.
“Love how sensitive you are.” Brook spoke against his lips, breath tickling.
He chuckled, then dove into the kiss, needing to blow Brook’s mind.
Opening for him, Brook fed him a moan, one and then another.
Hell yes. That was perfect.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Smutty Excerpt:
“Been too long since I woke up with someone in my bed.”
“Mmmhmm.” Years. It had been years for him.
Brook’s leg pushed between his own, the man snugging their lower bodies together. Seth’s hand was trapped between them, fingers splayed. Brook moved to his other nipple, lapping at it before the suction began.
Oh fuck. That was nice. Easy and sexy and felt so damn good.
He chuckled softly, letting the worry and tension that wanted to latch on to him go. This was what he wanted.
Brook slid one of his hands around to grab Seth’s ass.
He scooted closer, jonesing on the whole secret-cave-in-bed vibe.
Brook tangled their legs together, rubbing their cocks.
“Do you have anywhere to be this morning?” Seth asked. Could they goof off? Relax?
“Nope. I’m free all weekend. You said you were too.”
“Uh-huh. No classes for days.” He hid his face in Brook’s throat, licking and nibbling at the stubbled skin.
“Good.” The word was almost fierce.
“Mmm.” He sure hoped it was. Seth nibbled again, playing, teasing.
Brook’s fingers slid through his hair, keeping him there. Someone liked that.
Seth chuckled, making sure the sound vibrated on Brook’s skin.
“Oh damn, that’s good.”
He moved to the other side of Brook’s neck, hunting more hot spots. Brook hummed happily for him, body shifting and pushing. God, it had been so long, so fucking long since he’d just been able to connect, touch.
Brook’s fingers danced down his back, sliding warmly. It was difficult to keep the shiver at bay, to not give away the way that made him tingle. Then Brook did it again, the caress gentle, tender. He hiccupped, his breath catching.
“Mmm. Love finding sweet spots.”
“Sweet spots? Me?” He had to tease.
Laughing, Brook drifted his hand along Seth’s back again. “Are you trying to say there’s nothing sweet about you?”
“Not a single thing.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“No? I’m an old hardass.” An old broken hardass.
Brook slid a hand down to his butt, squeezed. “Not that hard.”
Seth snorted, then started to laugh. Brook surprised him over and over.
The man pressed a grin against his mouth. He decided to let himself go. It was icy outside; they were warm in bed. Hell, this could be a one-time thing.
Brook rolled onto his back, pulling Seth up over top of him.
His legs fell on either side of Brook, the big body supporting him easily.
Brook found his ass and squeezed.
“Am I too heavy?” It would be tough to support himself on his knees.
“You’re good just as you are.”
“Cool.” He rested hard, their cocks pressing together.
“Mmm. Real good, in fact.”
They started rocking, the motion easy and steady, building the friction. Sliding his hands back up along Seth’s spine, Brook finally cupped his face and took a kiss. Their tongues touched, the chemistry exploding between them.
Bucking up, Brook made their cocks drag together, the sensation electric.
He hummed, sucking Brook’s tongue between his lips, eager to return the pleasure the man had given him last night.
Brook continued to touch him, tracing his muscles, like the man’s fingers were fascinated by his skin, his shape.
His body lit up, his skin buzzing and tightening.
Brook undulated beneath him, pushing up into him over and over.
Focus, Seth, he told himself. This wasn’t about him, this one was for Brook. It wasn’t easy, though. Brook seemed to have a knack for finding all the places that sang when touched.
He groaned as Brook stroked the small of his back, stroked the very top of his crease.
“Love how sensitive you are.” Brook spoke against his lips, breath tickling.
He chuckled, then dove into the kiss, needing to blow Brook’s mind.
Opening for him, Brook fed him a moan, one and then another.
Hell yes. That was perfect.
Sean
smut fixes everything
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