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Saturday, May 9, 2020

Smutterday - Unlikely Hero

As promised, here is a smutty excerpt of Unlikely Hero, which is back up on Kobo and Amazon.

Unlikely Hero

When his three-year-old daughter is kidnapped, Eric Wilson doesn’t have many options, and time is running out. With nowhere else to turn, he reaches out to his ex, influential businessman Brock Vencenza, whose money and contacts might be able to save Josie.

Brock never got over Eric’s loss, and he’s more than willing to help when Eric needs him most. Together with law enforcement and private security, they embark on a twisting investigation to find the little girl—and who wants to hurt her and destroy both men in the process. Under the circumstances, confessing he still has feelings for Eric would be inappropriate, but Brock can’t deny what’s in his heart. He doesn’t know if their love can be rekindled or if he can even protect Eric and Josie. But one thing is certain: Brock’s determined to be the hero in reality that he is in Eric’s eyes.

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Smutty Excerpt

He surprised himself, and probably Eric, too, by kissing him on the mouth. Eric’s lips were as soft, as warm as he remembered from earlier, that body lean and angular where it pressed against him. Groaning, he deepened the kiss; his tongue slipped into Eric’s mouth. He felt Eric’s moan as well as heard it, Eric’s tongue sliding against his own.

Need surged through his body, sudden and unexpected. Brock groaned and slid his hand around Eric’s head, fingers tangling in the raw silk of that soft hair. Eric’s hand slipped up his arms, wrapped around his shoulders. It felt good. Really good.

He kept kissing Eric, not wanting to think, just feel and enjoy this moment. He could feel Eric’s cock, full, pressed against his thigh, a hot bulge in the soft slacks. He wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. Hell, he wasn’t sure Eric was even up for this.

He didn’t stop, though. He just let himself get lost in Eric’s mouth.

“Take me to bed. Touch me. Please.”

“Anything you want, baby.” He meant it, too. He’d do anything for Eric.

He leaned them back onto the bed, fingers searching for skin. Eric wrapped around him, the low hum filling his lips. He found the hem on Eric’s shirt and slowly pushed it up, his fingertips moving over skin.

Eric was soft, smooth, warm under his fingertips. So good. Then his fingers hit the scars. A surge of anger went through him, and his fingers curled into fists.

“Hey, they’re kinda hot, huh?” Eric pulled back, gave him a wan, worried smile.

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss Eric. “Once that kid is locked up, then they’ll be hot.”


He sobered and met Eric’s eyes. “I do.”

“Okay.” Eric took his hand, pressed it flat against that taut belly.

“You want me to make love to you?” He would. He wanted to.

“Only if you want it, too. If you don’t, I’ll just rest close.”

“As long as I won’t hurt you, I want it, too.”

“Then love me, Brock. I… I haven’t.” Eric pushed close, lips pressing against his.

He deepened the kiss immediately, tongue sliding into Eric’s mouth, tasting salt. Eric moaned, fingers pushing into his hair and dragging him in closer. He was careful, not rolling Eric beneath him, but kissing with growing passion.

Eric wasn’t as careful; those fingers opened buttons and pushed to touch his skin, to touch him. He groaned, arching into the little strokes and pinches.

“I want you. All of you. God, you’re still so fine….” Eric’s voice trailed off.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe we should just jack each other off.”

“Let me taste you.”

Oh fuck, he wasn’t going to say no to that; he wasn’t sure he could. “Okay.”

Eric slid down, lips soft and hot on his chest, on his belly. Around the tip of his cock.

“Baby. God.” His hands found Eric’s head again, fingers catching in Eric’s hair.

“You still smell so good.” Eric opened, tongue sliding over his skin. The things that came out of Eric’s mouth.

He spread his legs restlessly.

“Mmm-hmm.” Fingers dragged up along his inner thighs, pressing in deep.

“I forgot how good you are at this.” Only he hadn’t. Not really.

“I like it.”

He hadn’t forgotten that. “It’s good from this end, too.”

Eric groaned, cheek sliding against his cock, the stubble there barely rasping.

“Please.” He whimpered, hips jerking.

“Yeah….” Eric’s lips were perfect—hot and wet and tight and perfect. He looked down his body, watching in amazement and pleasure as Eric’s head bobbed. He’d thought he’d never see that sight again.

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