Then, into Kent’s life comes triathlete Dex Lochland, who also happens to be a successful app designer, and the two of them hit it off. They soon begin a relationship full of fun, sex, laughter, and love. But when Kent learns his attempt at fatherhood with the surrogate has succeeded, Dex is shocked. Unknown to Kent until that moment, Dex has never wanted children.
Kent’s decision before he met Dex might cost him the man of his dreams.
Originally released by a different publisher.
Available at Amazon/KU.
Smutty Excerpt:
Kent cackled, that big bird sound ringing out, and Dex kissed him, hard. He loved the way Kent’s laughter filled his mouth. It was like sharing that happiness in the best way, and the kisses felt like bubbles, like cotton candy, like all of the sweet things.
He could learn to need this, very easily.
Dex stroked Kent’s cheek, fingers rubbing against the barely there stubble.
“Need to shave, huh?” Kent said.
“I like it. It makes me think things.” Like feeling that stubble against more sensitive parts.
Kent chuckled softly, nuzzling again. “I bet I know what you’re thinking….”
He refused to blush. Refused to. “You do, do you?”
“Mm-hmm. I bet it’s naughty.”
“You haven’t known me long enough to read my mind.” But wasn’t that a cute thought?
“No? I’m insightful. Everyone says so.”
“Yeah? So what was I thinking?” Because he wanted to hear the words from Kent’s mouth. That would be hot as hell.
Kent grinned. “You were thinking how hot it would be to feel that stubble on your inner thighs, on your sac.” He paused. “On your shaft.”
Dex groaned as his cock went fully hard. “Damn, you’re good.”
“Insightful.” Kent rubbed their cheeks together again.
“Sexy,” he countered, breathing Kent in.
“Happy.” His ear was nibbled.
“Yeah, you are. I like that about you.” That and the way Kent was making him wriggle in delight.
Kent licked and lapped around his ear, teasing him, giving him tiny bites. A shiver moved through Dex, and he turned his head slightly so he could return the favor.
“Oh.” Kent’s single sound was hungry. Wanton.
Groaning, Dex licked again, tasting Kent’s skin. Meanwhile, Kent found the hot spot under his ear, licking it and blowing a stream of air across it.
That had him shivering again, groaning. “Fuck!”
“Oh, that’s good. Right there.” Kent licked again, tracing a lazy circle over his skin.
“Uh-huh. Found me out.” Dex’s eyes dropped closed.
Kent’s hands trailed over his arms, his belly, but really it was that hot tongue that he focused on. Kent knew how to work a sweet spot when he found it, and Dex moaned for him, body thrumming. Then Kent started tracing around the outside of his nipple in time with the movements of his tongue.
“Damn, Kent. Making me so hard.”
“Good.” Kent scraped his teeth across Dex’s skin, careful not to mark.
“You want… you want to move this to the bedroom?” Dex asked.
“Are you comfortable with that?”
“I am. I’ve been forcing myself to take things slowly, but… it’s not what I want.” Dex wanted a whole lot more, and he didn’t really want to wait a whole long time. Besides, they were going camping together, right? Sharing a tent? No way was he going to be able to keep his hands to himself in those close quarters.
“No?” Kent grinned at him. “I’d love to spend some time doing the horizontal mambo.”
“Horizontal mambo… I like that.” Dex stood and held out his hand. “Let’s dance.”
“Yes.” Kent reached for him, moving right into the curve of his body.
Dex moved gently, swaying in place with Kent. God, this man was sexy. Dex couldn’t remember anyone ever drawing his attention more.
Kent rocked against him, body moving sure and steady. Dex didn’t think they were going to make it to the bedroom. And frankly, he didn’t care.
“You make me ache, man. Gonna leave a spot on my jeans,” murmured Kent.
“Ditto.” Grinning, Dex brought their mouths together, kissed Kent, and rubbed some more.
Kent’s hand was flat against his back, and he could feel every single finger, hot against him.
He tried to keep them moving toward the bedroom, he really did. But damn, he kept getting distracted over and over again. Finally, he pushed Kent up against the wall, rubbing more eagerly as their kiss deepened. Kent made him dizzy, made him want to touch and taste and forget the world existed outside of this place right here where the two of them touched.
Grabbing hold of Kent’s cheeks, Dex tilted the man’s head, moaning into their kisses. Kent responded by tugging his T-shirt from his waistband. He nodded, eager for the feeling of Kent’s fingers on his skin.
“I’ve got you.” Kent’s fingers trailed around his belly.
“You sure do.” He pushed into Kent’s touch.
Kent pulled his shirt up and off, then gave him another fierce kiss. Dex returned the favor, tugging Kent’s shirt up until they had to break apart again to pull his shirt over his head. He took a long moment to draw in a couple of breaths and really look at Kent, at the slender body, the gentle six-pack. Damn. And also yum.
Kent pinked. “You’re stunning. That’s whoa intimidating.”
“I work out for a living, remember? Besides, you’re not so bad yourself. Not bad at all.” He reached for Kent’s belly, tracing his abs.
Kent moaned and leaned into his fingers, begging for attention. Dropping to his knees and ignoring the needy ache in his balls, he started tracing Kent’s abs with his tongue.
“Oh God.” Kent touched his hair, fingers almost pulling, almost tugging.
He fucked Kent’s navel with his tongue, groaning as Kent’s fingers pulled harder at him.
“Want to taste you.” Dex was down here after all.
Kent made this amazing noise—part cry, part moan, part encouragement.
Dex took his time opening Kent’s pants. He’d like to have said it was to tease Kent, but really, his fingers were trembling more than a little, his excitement high.
“You’re so fine, so delicious.” Kent stroked his temples, almost petting him.
He placed a thank-you kiss on Kent’s skin, just above the tiny curls that he’d revealed when he opened the man’s jeans. Breathing in deeply, he pulled out Kent’s cock. It was hot and hard in his hand, and the scent of good, clean male filled his senses. Kent was heavy, thick, and cut. The head was flared, a single drop of clear fluid waiting for him to taste. He flicked at it with his tongue, groaning as the flavor filled his mouth. This was what Kent tasted like. He could get used to it. No, he could get used to wanting it.
Sean
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