Tom Of Finland And Finally Motorcycle Sex!

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It’s been a while so I thought it was time to check on Alfie and Church. Here’s a refresher and my inspiration pics:

 

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Alfie: 29 and raising his orphaned step-siblings.

Church: Just shy of 50 and a veteran. His family was Amish but he left when he was 17.

They’re amazing together but it’s hard for them to find a moment alone. Alfie gets a weekend to himself and they finally go on a date. Alfie’s got a lot of pent-up sexual frustration because he’s been a single mom to four kids below the age of six for over a year and Church is really sympathetic. I’d also like to point out that this is my first sex on a motorcycle scene and I’m sorry we’re just now doing this. Here’s your dirty, barely edited and early excerpt:

 

**WARNING! Adult language and graphic sexual content. Please be an adult.**

“You’re an asshole, Church,” Alfie complained as they waited for the garage door to rise.

“You’ve said that several times,” he pointed out as he pulled forward and Alfie glared at him.

“You didn’t have to lick your spoon like that,” he muttered and Church grinned as he shut off the truck and pressed the button for the garage door.

“That crème anglaise was divine,” he said then winked at Alfie as he pushed his door open.

“What does that have to do with you slapping my hand away all the way home?” He asked as he got out and Church laughed as he walked around the front of the truck.

“I don’t trust myself to drive safely while you’re touching me,” he lied and Alfie opened his mouth to call him a liar but he stopped caring.

“You have a motorcycle?” He asked as he pointed at the other side of the garage and Church nodded as he pushed his keys into his pocket.

“I have a motorcycle,” he agreed absently, as if he didn’t understand the significance. Alfie hurried around the truck and pushed against his chest.

“Wait,” he ordered and Church’s brows fell as he looked down at Alfie. “Do you have boots and a helmet too?” He asked and Church’s lips pulled tight.

“Yes. You need those things if you’re going to ride a motorcycle,” he said slowly and Alfie’s hand dragged down his face.

“You’re a Tom of Finland print and you can’t even see it. I’m dying,” he whimpered.

“Do you think so?” Church asked as he glanced at the bike and Alfie gave him a flat look as he pulled a condom out of his coat pocket.

“I was hoping you’d fuck me somewhere between the restaurant and the house tonight but this is much better than what I was envisioning,” he said as he backed Church toward the motorcycle.

“We’d be more comfortable in the bedroom,” he argued and Alfie smirked as he reached into his trouser pocket and revealed a packet of lube.

“I think we’ll be all right,” he said and Church was still for a moment before he nodded.

“Tom of Finland?” He asked and Alfie waved the condom at him.

“We can save the boots and the rest of the gear for next time,” he said and Church’s gaze became heavy as he loosened his tie.

“I’m starting to worry that you’re just using me for my body,” he complained then ripped the front of his shirt open and Alfie bit his lip as pressure and heat flooded his groin.

“To be fair, I didn’t know you’d fuck this good,” he said and Church leaned against the side of the bike.

“Do you know anything about motorcycles?”

“Not at all but tell me about this like I do,” Alfie said as he gestured impatiently and Church’s head snapped back as he laughed.

“I’m so in love with you, Alfie,” he said as he hauled him into his arms. Alfie’s jaw fell and his eyes burned as he began to float. His heart swelled until it felt like it was too big for his chest and his lip trembled. “Are you ok?” Church asked as his hand cradled his jaw and Alfie nodded.

“I’m great and I’m definitely in love with you but you’re kind of ruining the moment,” he scolded shakily and Church pretended to be sorry as he set Alfie away from him. He stood and turned so he could swing his leg over the seat and Alfie stuck the condom between his teeth and stripped off his coat frantically. It was suddenly way too hot as the motorcycle sank as Church sat and extended his legs.

“This is a custom springer softail with a twin carb 88,” he said as he stroked his erection through his pants and positioned it so it stretched along his thigh. It was gloriously large and perfectly obvious in his grey trousers. Alfie was in heaven.

“I bet it’s really loud,” he muttered as he stumbled forward and Church’s hand snaked around Alfie’s head and twisted in his hair.

“Let’s see,” Church said as he pulled him close. He was demanding and ruthless, his lips and stubble crushed and burned Alfie’s lips as he kissed him wildly. Church gave Alfie a moment to gasp for breath then tightened his grip in his hair and forced him to his knees. Alfie went boneless and delirious joy swirled through him as his face was crushed against Church’s hard-on. He panted and lapped at the fabric as he smeared his mouth and nose all over his bulge. Church swore encouragingly as his hands locked around Alfie’s head and his hips bucked steadily. “Get up here,” Church ordered as he pulled Alfie to his feet. He slid back on the bike and helped Alfie straddle the seat in front of him then dug his teeth into the side of his neck and sucked hard. His hands worked at Alfie’s belt and fly swiftly before he was pushed forward. “Don’t move,” Church said as one hand held Alfie down and the other dug into his pocket for his knife. He flicked the blade open and Alfie clenched his jaw as his nerves flared with giddy anticipation. He stifled a shiver as fabric ripped and cool air touched his ass. He was sweating. Goosebumps swept up Alfie’s back as the breeze hit his slick flesh.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” he whispered as his hands closed around the handlebars and his cheek pressed against cold metal. He felt Church shift behind him as he unzipped his fly and Alfie’s passage ached as his sack tightened. The condom wrapper ripped and Alfie shut his eyes as another chill slipped up his spine.

“You’re never going to respect me after this,” Church growled. His face pressed into Alfie’s hair and he inhaled deeply as his hand pushed into his pocket and found the lube…

 

 

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Tom Of Finland And Finally Motorcycle Sex!

GCBRE Episode 9: Jedi Tits, Stephanie Laurens And Rakes Galore, Hilaria Alexander And Dildo Demons!

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Hello, Pervy Readers and Listeners!

Scott and Sarah saw The Last Jedi and they have thoughts about all the nipples. A beta reader saved our hero. Scott read Scandal’s Bride by Stephanie Laurens and he asks about all the rakes. Sarah’s unleashed demons all over the damn place, according to Scott.

 

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This week we’re highlighting Hilaria Alexander. Sarah had a lovely time with Hilaria at OKC’s 2017 Pride Festival and thought she was incredibly lovely and encourages you to check out her books. Please take a look and let us know how much you love her!

 

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9k Words Into Alfie And Church. Looks Like We’re Laughing And Crying Through This One, Perverts.

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As you can see from the word count, we’re still in the early stages of book #34 (whaaaat?) but I’ve made a decent start since I sat down and got serious yesterday morning. Warning: the theme of this book appears to be sad sighs and giggles. You’ve been amazingly supportive and lovely since Exposed was released so I wanted to give you a glimpse of Alfie and Church. This is the roughest of drafts and most of this could change before we’re through but I love how this feels already and I think you will too.

Meet Alfie and Church:

 

“I should have called first. Is Alfie mad at me?” Church asked as Nora pointed at the cabinets over the washer.

“Alfie never gets mad. But you can tell you’re in trouble if he gets really screechy,” she said. “Like the time we accidentally sprayed the neighbor’s cat with the hose.”

“Accidentally?” He asked dubiously and she raised a shoulder.

“He was fighting with our squirrel,” she said.

“You have a squirrel?”

“He’s not ours, technically. He lives in the tree in our yard and Alfie puts out extra birdseed for him,” she explained. “We didn’t want to hurt Chester. We were just trying to help Rocky.”

“You named the squirrel Rocky?” He asked as he rested his hip against the washer and she shook her head.

“Alfie named her,” she said and Church nodded appreciatively then tilted his head as he raised a brow.

“Why did you leave your blanket yesterday?” He asked and she held up her hands innocently.

“It was an accident,” she lied and he pulled a face.

“It was not. Were you doing it to give Alfie a hard time?” He accused and her jaw fell.

“I wouldn’t do that!” She insisted as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Then why did you do it?” He asked and pulled his lips in to keep from laughing as she glared up at him.

“You looked at Alfie kind of like Ariel looked at Eric and he looked like Eric when he was under Ursula’s spell,” she said and he needed the washer for support.

“No, I didn’t!” He cried then ducked as he looked toward the kitchen.

“You did. Why is your name Church?” She asked and he spluttered for a moment as he tried to recall why.

“Ummm… I was a soldier and you’re not allowed to have a first name when you’re in the Army,” he said and she nodded slowly.

“I like Church. You’re kind of like a priest,” she decided and he recoiled in horror and guilt. He’d had some very impure thoughts after Alfie answered the door. He was obviously surprised to see Church, it made him looked dazed and thoroughly fucked with his wild hair and worn out t-shirt. Church wanted to sift his fingers though his hair as he nibbled and sucked on his lips. Alfie had perfect lips. They looked soft and he was always licking or chewing on them nervously.

“I’m nothing at all like a priest,” Church promised.

“Not like an old man priest,” Nora giggled. “Like a really cool one in a comic book who kills robots!” She said and Church thought that sounded pretty cool. “Why aren’t you allowed to have a name if you’re in the Army?” She asked and he snorted.

“Because most of us are named Jack and it would be hard to keep track of who’s in trouble.”

“We have three Amanda’s in my class and it’s even more confusing because there’s two Amanda J.s,” she said. “One of the Amandas is my best friend. The other two are really mean,” Nora added and Church frowned as he opened the cabinet and found stacks of neatly folded but faded and bleach stained towels.

“Why are they mean?” He asked and she sighed.

“Because my parents died and because of Alfie.”

“Kids can be such monsters. Why are they mean about Alfie?” He asked and her lip trembled. Church kind of wanted things to burn as her eyes shimmered.

“Because he likes boys instead of girls,” she whispered and Church fixed his hands when he realized they’d curled into fists. “One of the Amandas dads told her Alfie should go to jail and that he’s probably going to hell,” she said shakily.

“You know that’s not true, right?” Church asked as he tugged at her ponytail tail and she nodded.

“I know. I got in trouble because I told Amanda she could go to hell and her dad’s just bitter because he’s got a really ugly daughter,” she said and Church might have scared her, he laughed so loud and so hard.

“That’s perfect. Right there,” he said as he held out his palm so she could slap it. “She sounds hideous.”

“No one’s ever going to love her except her parents,” Nora predicted.

“I’m sorry she said that to you,” he said and she shrugged.

“I’m mostly sorry for Alfie. He tried to move away be happy but he had to come back for us. Kids were really mean and he wanted to grow up and go someplace where they’d be nice to him,” she said Church groaned. He probably grew up with most of Nora’s classmate’s parents.

“I think Alfie’s really happy and I know he’s proud of you for being super smart and brave,” Church said and she smiled.

“He didn’t get mad at me for calling Amanda J. ugly. He said I’m always going to be prettier and smarter than her and one day, I’m going to be something amazing and she’ll be a sad loser like her dad. Alfie said I can be anything I want.” She held out her arms so Church could hand her a small stack of towels.

“He’s absolutely right. What do you think you’ll decide to do?” He asked as he grabbed the rest of the towels and shut the cabinet.

“I’m going to be a wizard who kills robots,” she said and Church wished he had a hand free so he could scratch his head.

“You really don’t like robots.”

“Alfie says they’re going to take over the world.”

“Probably,” Church murmured then looked at the door as Alfie’s head poked into the garage.

“Is everything ok? You’ve been gone for a few minutes and I was afraid Nora was burying you in the yard,” he said and Nora rolled her eyes and made a weary sound.

“I need a lot more than five minutes. Look at how big he is.”

9k Words Into Alfie And Church. Looks Like We’re Laughing And Crying Through This One, Perverts.

Very Dirty Excerpt: The DISCO TITS Chapter.

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Hello, Perverts,

Every book has a chapter or scene that ends up being my favorite. In The Jock’s Trap it was the “Batman Sex” chapter and the rimming scene from Hide And Keep will always have a special place in my heart. This chapter from Exposed has made an impression on some of my readers, it seems. I’m not sure why…

Enjoy:

 

“I really wish they wouldn’t,” Ollie muttered as he tossed the magazine on the coffee table.

“You just can’t be pleased,” Wes teased under his breath as he turned a page and Ollie rolled his eyes as he fell back against the arm of the couch.

“It’s fine if they want to make a big deal about the clothes,” he said then pretended to be concerned with one of the toggles on his kimono and waited for his lips to stop twitching.

“You love that they make a big deal about the clothes,” Wes said as he made a note about a line.

“It’s fine,” Ollie repeated as he raised a shoulder nonchalantly. “I just wish they would have gone with something other than Rise Of The King for the title of the piece,” he explained then reached and flipped the pages until he found the two page collage of most of his favorite ensembles. I’ll just leave it open, for the photos, he decided. Getting highlighted as a trendsetter and seeing photos of himself around LA, New York City and Toronto looking dapper as hell was a pleasant shock. It seemed the fashion media was far more forgiving toward the rich and awful and valued people based on their appearances. Ollie was in the wrong line of work. He would have been so much happier in fashion. “Why can’t they leave the rest of it out of it? It’s a fashion magazine and it’s about the clothes. The king thing just reminds everyone of who my grandfather was,” he complained and Wes winced.

“I don’t think anyone’s going to forget but I don’t think that’s the angle. It’s just an obvious direction to take. You’re only the ninth man to be featured on the cover, it’s a big deal. Men usually only appear in the ads in fashion magazines or as props for women,” he argued and Ollie bit his lip as he felt a tickle of glee.

“I’m just glad we don’t have to see my ass in print ever again,” he said as he sat up then crawled toward Wes. His face scrunched as he tried to decide if it was too early to snatch the script from his hands. Ollie pouted and regretted his promise to let Wes work as he lowered and rested his chin on his thigh. It didn’t make any sense for him to lounge around in his underwear unless he wanted Ollie’s face in the front of his boxer briefs. His other leg was pulled up, supporting his arm as he read and The Bulge was semi-alert but he could hear it whispering his name.

“You tweeted that you were going to hire snipers,” Wes reminded him as he flipped the kimono back, exposing Ollie’s ass. The backs of his fingers traced a cheek absently as he read and Ollie’s nerves wound tight as his patience evaporated. Wes’ hand came to rest around the curve of his ass and Ollie swore silently as he plotted. He couldn’t be too obvious, he didn’t want Wes to accuse him of being a distraction again. Or… He could distract the fuck out of Wes.

“I think I’ll go try something on,” Ollie said then offered a bored yawn as he pushed off the couch. He rose on his knees and stretched and arched as he purred drowsily while the kimono slid down his shoulders. He acted completely unaware of his hard-on or Wes’ eyes as they peeked around the script. Ollie stood and let the kimono trail behind him as he passed Wes, dragging his attention with him as he strolled into the bedroom.

Fans would not be disappointed to learn that America’s most wholesome hero was a gentle, generous and patient lover. His stamina and control were phenomenal and he focused all his energy and attention on making Ollie feel desired, loved and safe. He exhausted himself until Ollie was sated to his toes then wrapped him in his soothing warmth and strength. Ollie wasn’t in the mood for that at the moment. He knew exactly how to snap Wes’ patience and control.

His lips tilted into a calculating grin as he swept the kimono off and tossed it at the bed on his way to the bathroom. Wes’ clothes from the afternoon were on the floor and Ollie’s erection ached as he scooped a pair of boxer briefs from the pile. He pressed the crotch against his face and groaned as he inhaled. There was no way to put into words what the smell of Wes did to him. He squeezed the base of his shaft as it pulsed insistently then bent and stepped into Wes’ boxer briefs. He pulled them on and adjusted his hard-on in front of the mirror so it was obvious as possible then turned and checked his ass. It was rather adorable but Wes’ ass and thighs filled everything out better. Ollie shrugged and shivered with anticipation as he went to retrieve his phone from the bedroom. The last time he playfully tried on a pair of Wes’ boxer briefs he unleashed a beast. He ripped the ass out of them then pinned Ollie to the wall and fucked him so hard they had to cancel their appointments the next day. Neither could move and it was hard to make eye contact. For whatever reason, a pair of Wes’ used, basic white cotton underwear on Ollie was like waving a red flag at a bull. He suspected it was a combination of seeing Ollie in any kind of underwear and something primitive about it being his underwear. But he totally snapped and Ollie was in the mood for that. His body tightened and he enjoyed the anxious clenching in his ass as he synced his phone. He picked Disco Tits by Tove Lo, in case there was still any question as to what Ollie was after.

The distorted moan rippled through the bungalow and Wes’ eyes were huge and his jaw fell as he looked over the back of the couch. Ollie leaned against the door frame and bounced lazily in time with the beat as he stroked his erection through the thin white cotton. He rolled his hips, thrusting rhythmically against his palm and Wes dove over the back of the couch and tripped and stumbled as he rushed at Ollie. He tackled him and pushed him through the door then threw him on the bed. Ollie laughed into the duvet then hissed as Wes yanked the waist of the boxer briefs down his thighs. Wes’ fingers dug into Ollie’s ass cheeks and his skin stung as he held him open then spit on his hole.

“Yes! Please murder me!” He begged then screamed into the mattress and his fingers twisted in the kimono as burning pleasure and pressure filled his passage. Ollie’s eyes watered at the scorching friction in his ass and the sting sliding up his shaft as Wes drove deep. Nobody thought the spit was there for anything more than a courtesy or for inspiration but Ollie wasn’t worried. It wouldn’t take long for Wes to flood the basement. Wes’ hands locked around his waist like a vise as he bucked ruthlessly and pre-cum drooled from Ollie’s cock. All he could do was hold on to the bed and do his best to avoid swallowing his tongue, drowning in his own snot, tears and saliva or fainting as he sobbed euphorically. The raw flare gave way to lush heat as Wes pumped his hips and chanted Ollie’s name and an endless string of curse words. The brisk clap of Wes’ hips against his ass matched the pace of the music and Ollie’s eyes rolled as a wave of thick, heavy pleasure radiated from deep within his ass. The muscles in his legs quivered and his toes curled as pressure shot up his length and he howled as cum erupted from the head of his shaft.

“Fuuuuuuck! You’re so tight!” Wes gasped as his thrusts became jerky and his timing failed. Ollie squeezed the muscles gripping Wes’ cock and moaned as another tremor spilled through him. He grunted as Wes rose on the balls of his feet and angled his hips, driving even deeper. He crashed into Ollie mercilessly then roared as his head snapped back and his body jumped and convulsed. There was a burst of bright heat in his core and Ollie hummed dreamily into the saturated duvet beneath his face as Wes sighed his name and melted over him. “If all of California didn’t already know we were fucking, they definitely know now,” he huffed as his lips rubbed along the inside of Ollie’s neck before he sucked.

“Good. It’ll give them something else to talk about,” he said and Wes groaned as he eased himself out of Ollie then fell onto the bed next to him.

“Talk to Colin Trecker,” he said as he tangled his fingers with Ollie’s and pulled his hand to his lips and kissed it.

“Where the hell did that come from?” Ollie asked as he rolled toward him.

“I saw him last weekend. He wants to interview you and he asked me to plead his case,” he explained and Ollie snorted.

“Why would you waste your time?” He asked and Wes shushed him.

“You wanted people to take you seriously. He has and he’s apologized, I don’t know what more you can ask from him,” he said and Ollie opened his mouth to argue and Wes nipped his lip hard.

“Ow! You fuck!” Ollie complained and Wes chuckled.

“This is your chance to tell your story and show everyone who you really are. You can trust Trecker,” he said and Ollie stared at his lips as he considered. He was right about Trecker and Ollie knew Wes wouldn’t have suggested it if he didn’t think it was safe or a good move for his career or their relationship. He still hated Trecker but he didn’t hate the idea of finally setting some things straight.

“I’ll think about it.”

 

 

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Very Dirty Excerpt: The DISCO TITS Chapter.

GCBRE Episode 8: The TMI Episode, Way Too Many Poop Jokes, Lisa Kleypas, Sarah Gailey & Disco Tits

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Hello, Pervy Readers and Listeners!

Things went a little off the rails. It WAS supposed to be the Christmas Episode but Sarah orders awful things. We talk about bad sex and Sarah Gailey gives us LIFE advice because she’s very wise. And Scott had a lovely week with Lisa Kleypas and reviews Christmas Eve At Friday Harbor. 

 

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Disco Tits!

 

 

No Reach Around!

Sarah had the most insane week. She was in such a rush to finish writing about Wes and Ollie and general running amokness, she didn’t give herself enough time to find an author for the Reach Around. Instead, she’s featuring one of her favorite authors and all around amazing human, Sarah Gailey. Go to Twitter and follow her NOW: @gaileyfrey.

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Check out Sarah Gailey’s webpage to find her books and stories!:

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Ask us anything! We’ll do our best to answer your questions on the next podcast. Leave them in the comments below!

 

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GCBRE Episode 8: The TMI Episode, Way Too Many Poop Jokes, Lisa Kleypas, Sarah Gailey & Disco Tits

They’re Here! New Boys And An Excerpt

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Oh, my lovely Perverts!

I can’t wait for you to meet Ollie. He’s going to make you laugh and break your heart and then he’ll make you cheer. I love broken boys almost as much as I love fixing them. Ollie and Wes are my new happy place and I think you’re going to fall so hard. Here’s an excerpt:

 

“What’s all this?” Ollie asked as his neck craned so he could peek in Wes’ bags. He was already in his robe and his eyes immediately locked on the bags when he opened the door.

“I made dinner,” Wes said and Ollie flinched. Wes wouldn’t describe him as picky but he had some very strong hang-ups when it came to food and he was still in the process of learning them.

“I didn’t know you knew how to cook,” he said and Wes raised a shoulder.

“I guess it never came up in an interview or none of my fans figured it out,” he offered then gave Ollie a pointed look. “Can I come in?” He asked and Ollie’s nose wrinkled.

“What is it?” He asked and it was more “What’s in the boooox?” than was really necessary.

“How do you feel about Jonny Marzetti?” Wes asked and Ollie’s eyes flicked upwards.

“That’s not ringing any bells but I can’t think of a Johnny off the top of my head that I wouldn’t want to punch in the face right now,” he said and Wes wished his hands weren’t full, he really wanted to kiss him.

“It’s the name of a casserole with meat, pasta and cheese,” he laughed and Ollie became concerned as he leaned over the threshold.

“What sort of pasta?” He asked as his eyes drilled into Wes’. He was distressed and Wes frowned as he leaned back.

“Rotini,” he said cautiously and Ollie’s eyes became endless as he blinked at him.

“Is that anything like spaghetti?” He asked warily and Wes shook his head.

“No. You don’t like spaghetti? There’s a tomato sauce in this,” he said as he looked in the bag and Ollie waved dismissively then grabbed Wes’ arm.

“That’s fine. I don’t like spaghetti, especially when people eat it on plates. It stresses me out,” he explained as he pulled Wes through the door and shut it behind him.

“It stresses you out?” He asked as Ollie grabbed a bag handle and hauled Wes to the dining table.

“Spaghetti has no structure, it just slides and leaks all over the place. Only an asshole would serve that on a plate. And the noodles…” He flailed his hand as his face twisted. “They’re awful! Nothing sticks to them and they fall the fuck off your fork constantly and slide off your plate,” he explained as he became agitated and Wes grabbed his shoulders.

“I will burn all the spaghetti factories down to the ground. Jesus, relax,” he said and Ollie’s cheeks puffed out before he nodded.

“I think I should go smoke a little more,” he said as he pointed over his shoulder at the patio. “I got in about fifteen minutes before you arrived with your church lady casserole. I can still remember too much of my day,” he said and Wes offered him a wide smile.

“That’s a great idea! I brought everything, I’ll make our plates and bring them out,” he said and Ollie hummed thoughtfully as he leaned against the patio door.

“I don’t know how this works but I assume I have to put out if you cooked,” he teased and Wes accidentally tossed the plastic cutlery as he swung around.

“You really don’t!” He insisted then squeezed his eyes shut. “I mean, you never have to feel obligated. I won’t be disappointed or offended if you just want to hang out or maybe just lay on the couch and fool around without it having to be a whole…” He gestured vaguely and Ollie’s eyes widened expectantly as he waited. Wes’ lips pulled tight as he silently screamed for Ollie to jump in and say anything that would open a window so they could finally talk about it. Instead his brows rose higher and higher as his head tilted more and more. Wes rolled his eyes as he waved for Ollie to go on. “I’ll be right out,” he said dismissively and Ollie looked confused as he backed through the door.

“Are you all right?” He asked and Wes laughed as he threw his hands up.

“I honestly don’t know but go on, I’ll be right out.”

 

Hurry up and put them on your eReader! I can’t wait for you to fall in love with them.

They’re Here! New Boys And An Excerpt