First Page Peek – A Question Of Trust

This is the story that changed my writing forever, that got me started on menages, and ramped up the heat levels of my books about 1000%. My first menage, A Question Of Trust:

First Page of A Question of Trust:

Chapter One

“Dump him,” Connor Regan told her. “I’ll make you happy in ways you never thought possible.” He grinned as he said it, but his eyes held a gleam of something serious, something that gave Maddie gooseflesh.

She slapped him lightly on the arm. “You have got to be kidding me. There’s more chance of me scaling Everest in a bikini than dumping Gabe.” Maddie was having the best sex she’d had in years, possibly even in her whole life. Hell, just thinking about physical therapist, Gabriel Carter’s touch made her skin prickle with a lust she’d never experienced before.

She might not be crazy head-over-heels in love with Gabe—yet—but they were having a brilliant time together, and who knew where things might lead? No way could she consider calling an end to things now—especially not for Gabe’s best friend.

Connor’s appreciative gaze settled briefly on her breasts—breasts that had tightened with wanton desire at the thought of Gabe’s touch—before returning to her face. “You have to. It’s the only way to save my sanity. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to meet someone like you, the woman of my dreams?”

Maddie smiled, unable to take him seriously. She knew Gabe trusted Connor, he’d told her so. He trusted Connor with his life, so it stood to reason he trusted him with his woman as well. “No. Why not fill me in?”

With his looks and slim, athletic build, she doubted Connor’d waited more than a week at most. No doubt women were flinging themselves at his feet on a daily basis. But cute as he was—with his unshaven whiskers, and longish blond hair—slim and trim didn’t work for her. She liked big and ripped. Like Gabe. She had a thing for bulging biceps and huge, hard chests. She had a thing for men who could make her feel dainty, and with Gabe she felt as petite as a doll.

Connor sighed dramatically. “Longer than I can remember. The only women who seem to like me are too thin and too shallow for my…needs. I like voluptuous, with more to the personality than an empty smile and blank eyes.” He grinned wolfishly.

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How can I not follow this up tomorrow with the sequel, A Question Of Love?

Jess

First Page Peek – Steve’s Story

Here you go, the first page of the second book in the Circle of Friends Series: Steve’s Story.

(This is the other one of my two favorite covers…)

The first page of Steve’s Story

Chapter One

“There’s something else I need to tell you.” Steve Sommers’ stomach twisted as he wondered how his brother would respond to his news.

“You mean there’s more?” Sam’s voice echoed over the line. “The accident wasn’t enough?”

“Yeah. There’s more.” He exhaled loudly. “Kate and I broke up.”

His words were met with silence. “Sam?”

“I’m here.”

“Say something.” The connection was bad enough without his brother’s meditative quiet.

“I’m sorry?”

That was the best Sam could do? He’d just announced that his forthcoming marriage was off and all his brother could offer was a questionable condolence? “You know,” Steve sighed, “that might be a little bit more comforting if I thought you actually meant it.” He slumped against the hospital wall, the stress of the past two weeks draining him of his strength and energy.

Static interference whispered through the phone.

“I honestly am sorry.” Sam hesitated. “I can’t say I’m too surprised. That’s all.”

Steve groaned in disbelief. “Is there not one single person in my whole family who believed Kate and I would get married?”

“Truthfully?”

Steve stared listlessly down the passage leading to ICU. Nurses at their station bustled about their business. “No, don’t bother. That’s answer enough.” He raked his hands through his hair. Damn, Kate’s decision to call of the wedding still stung. It shouldn’t, but it did, and his family’s intuitive knowledge that the relationship wouldn’t last only increased the burn.

“Look, you know we’re all crazy about Kate, and you know we’d all have welcomed her into the family, but you don’t love her.” A couple of seconds passed before Sam added, “And she doesn’t love you either.”

Nope, she didn’t. Not like a woman should love her fiancé, anyway. “How do you figure that?”

“You know I always said the woman was in love with Tyler, mate. It was obvious to all of us. You included.”

His brother had a point. Not only was Kate in love with Tyler, she had been for a very long time. “Yeah, maybe I should have given that a bit more credence before I proposed.” But there’d been no reason.

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Tomorrow I post the first page of the book that sent my writing career on a whole new path…

Jess

First Page Peek – Only Tyler

Here it is. The first page of the first book in the Circle of Friends series: Only Tyler.

(This is also one of my two favorite covers.)

The first page of Only Tyler:

Chapter One

“Sir, I’ll ask you again. Are you carrying any arms or weapons?”

Tyler Bonnard pulled his gaze away from the sliding doors. He couldn’t see through them anyway, and he needed to give the man in front of him his full attention, especially if he wanted to walk through those doors any time soon. “No, I am not.”

“Do you have any banned or illegal substances?”

“None.” Damn, how could he concentrate when he knew Steve and Katie waited for him just meters away?

“Would you mind if we checked your luggage, sir?”

“Not at all.” The interrogation didn’t bother him. The couple waiting outside did. He’d spent the last twenty-odd hours in transit sweating over them. The Sydney customs’ officer must have picked up on this apprehension—and misread it.

“Can you open your cases, please.”

Tyler did as he was asked. The guard looked at him a moment too long, suspicion plastered all over his face.

“You won’t find anything out of order,” Tyler assured him.

The man nodded easily. “Maybe not, but you seem a little tense for someone who isn’t hiding something.”

“You’d be tense too,” Tyler said without thinking, his eyes fixed once again on the doors, “if the woman you loved waited out there—with her fiancé.”

“Ah.” The man gave him a sympathetic nod. “Bugger, mate. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.” Tyler grimaced. “Me too.”

The officer rifled through his clothes. “Bet you’re wishing you never came back, eh?”

Wrong. “I’m wishing I never left in the first place.”

He opened a toiletry bag and inspected the contents. “You know the bloke?”

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Stay tuned. Tomorrow is Steve’s Story, the sequel to Only Tyler.

Jess

First Page Peek – Ask Adam (And Merry Christmas)

As promised, here is the first page of Ask Adam, the sequel to Photo Opportunity and my first ever Samhain release..

First Page of Ask Adam

Chapter One

Lexi Tanner made her way resolutely through the lobby. The only thing standing between her and fifty thousand dollars was a polite-looking receptionist.

She flashed the man her most dazzling smile. “Hello there. I’m looking for a guest here at the hotel. Could you tell me what room Mr. AJ Riley is in?”

The young man flashed a dazzling smile straight back. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m not at liberty to give you that information.”

Bugger. She’d figured that would probably happen but she’d had to give it a try anyway. “Perhaps you could ring his room and let him know he has a visitor?”

“To be honest, ma’am, I’m not sure he’s there. I saw him leave a couple of hours ago.”

“Well, I guess it’s still worth a try.” She had to see Riley today. She was too excited not to.

The man lifted a receiver and dialed. Surreptitiously, Lexi tried to see which buttons he’d pushed, but the counter hid the phone.

He covered the mouthpiece with his hand. “And whom may I say is calling?”

Lexi floundered for a second. She didn’t particularly want a hotel clerk introducing her over the phone. “I’m a representative from the conference. I want to thank him for his generous sponsorship.”

He shook his head. “Mr. Riley’s not answering. Would you like to leave a message?”

Biting her lip, Lexi considered this possibility. Unless Riley’s secretary had given him a rundown of all his upcoming appointments, he wouldn’t have a clue who she was. She didn’t feel like explaining it on an answering machine, or worse, in a memo scrawled on hotel notepaper. Nope. She’d prefer to introduce herself in person.

“No, thank you. I’ll try again later.”

The newspaper article had specified that Riley was staying at the same hotel. How could fate be so cruel? Putting her so close to him and then preventing them from meeting. It just seemed mean. She walked away, trying not to feel too peeved.

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Stay tuned. Tomorrow I’ll post the first page of book 1 in the Circle of Friends series, Only Tyler.

Jess

Oh, and…

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

First Page Peek – Photo Opportunity

I thought I’d start the series of First Page Peaks with my very first release: Photo Opportunity

First page of Photo Opportunity

Chapter One

Daniel Tanner was a man who knew what he wanted, and what he wanted most lay naked on his bed, quivering in the aftermath of her second orgasm. The first two he gave freely. The third she would have to work for.

Her taste lingered in his mouth, a mixture of cream, honey and sex. He resisted the urge to lean down and taste her again. Instead his gaze swept over her body, taking in the swollen breasts, their dusky pink nipples puckered into tight beads. Her chest rose and fell in unison with her long, hard puffs, and her toned, shapely thighs were spread in invitation. The damp cleft between her legs glistened and Daniel thought he might well have a heart attack if he didn’t fuck her soon.

He ran a finger over her engorged clit and her hips bucked.

“Daniel…” Her softly voiced gasp was music to his ears.

Her gaze locked with his as he brought his finger to his mouth and licked. Green eyes turned hazy with desire and she moaned out loud.

He raked his fingers lightly over her breasts.

“Daniel, please…” She pushed her chest up, begging for more. He watched as she twisted on the sheets. Color tinged her cheeks and her hair spilled over the pillow in a tangled cloud.

She never looked sexier. Emotion washed through him, so powerful he shook. He fantasized about this moment forever and could hardly believe it was finally happening.

“Yeah, babe?” He knew what she wanted, but still waited for her to beg.

“Oh…” Frustration flashed across her face, and he couldn’t repress his slow, satisfied smile. She was in no state to talk, not after what he’d just done to her. He’d give her another minute. Watching her writhe like that was almost as arousing as watching her come.

“Please,” she said again and moaned.

“What do you want?” he whispered.

“You.”

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Jess

(Check back tomorrow for the first page of the sequel to Photo Op, Ask Adam.)

Suck & Blow

That’s the title of Lexxie Couper‘s latest book, the first in a four book series written by her and Rhian Cahill, called Party Games.

Lemme tell you something, I’ve read two of the books already, and this is quite a party. You don’t wanna miss it.

Suck And Blow:

Let the games begin…

Party Games, Book 1

Talent agent Frankie Winchester is a hellion. Her motto is all a girl needs is a fun time, a fast car and an awesome masseur on speed dial. There’s only one person who could beat her at anything. Alec. Bane of her high-school existence, a kid whose parents were as working class and loving as hers were rich and distant.

When celebrity landscape architect Alec Harris spots Frankie at an exclusive Sydney house party, everything comes rushing back. The memory of being the “cheap-money” kid, trying and failing to prove himself—and impress his dream girl, Frankie Winchester.

Unexpectedly partnered in a wildly sexy game, the delicious friction ignites a scorching sexual tension. But there’s more than a playing card trapped between them. Frankie refuses to admit that kiss shook her to the core. Alec wants nothing less than her full surrender.

Game on!

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Product Warnings: C’mon, the book’s called Suck and Blow. What more warning do you need?

Suck and Blow: An Excerpt (adults only!)

Before he could move his hand to the doorknob, Frankie’s arm slid past his waist, her fingers flicking the latch to the locked position. “Too bad,” she whispered, the warmth of her body radiating into his.

His dick was so hard he felt sure his skin was about to split open. He turned back to her, his heart slamming faster as his hands found her hips naked.

“You got out of those leather trousers quickly,” he noted, his voice hoarse.

She gave him a small smile. “You know me. I never do things half-arsed.”

Alec couldn’t help himself. He laughed and slid his hands over her bare backside, the lace of her G-string an exquisite friction against his thumbs as he pulled her close to his body. “You don’t have to tell me that,” he chuckled, right before capturing her lips with his. He kissed her, not even remotely interested in reigning in his hunger. He was about five heartbeats away from shooting his load and the second he rolled the condom down over his dick he’d be just two. He reckoned if he were lucky, he’d get one good thrust into Frankie’s heat before he’d erupt. The best thing he could do now was show her just how bloody much he wanted her, show her just how goddamn wild she made him before he embarrassed himself beyond all salvation.

He fucked her mouth with his tongue, toeing off his boots as he did so. Frankie’s hands moved to his jeans and she shoved them down over his hips before plucking the condom from his fingers resting on her arse.

Alec’s pulse kicked up a notch.

And another when he heard the unmistakable sound of foil being ripped.

Jesus Christ, this is really going to…

Steady fingers found his cock.

He tore away from the kiss, fighting to control his breath. Hell, he was fighting to control his bloody release. His stare found Frankie’s half-shuttered gaze as she slowly, slowly, slowly, slid the latex sheath down over the throbbing length of his cock.

Ah, fuck me.

For an agonizing moment, neither of them moved. They stayed motionless, Frankie’s fingers resting at the root of Alec’s erection, his hands resting on the sublime curve of her backside, their gazes locked on each other’s as their hearts seemed to beat in unison.

And then he moved. His control—what little he had left—deserting him.

He hauled her off the floor, driving her back to the vanity counter, one arm wrapping around her tiny waist while he grabbed at the skimpy crotch of her G-string and pulled it aside. He shoved her thighs apart, the action spreading her pussy wide and, with one deep thrust, he plunged into her tight, sweet heat.

She cried out, her inner muscles enveloping his cock, gripping it with greedy force as he slowly withdrew and slammed into her again.

“Oh, God!” Her cry bounced off the tiled walls. “Yes!” Her fingers clung to his shoulders. “Yes!”

He withdrew once more, back to the point where her folds circled the ridge of his cockhead, and thrust in faster, deeper, pulling her into his penetration. Her legs wrapped around his hips, hugged the back of his thighs and she held onto him, wordless moans slipping from her lips.

He speared into her again, again, his balls so swollen with his impending release every time her arse cheeks kissed them he wanted to cry out himself. Instead, he grazed her bowed throat with his lips, tasting her sweat with his tongue, drinking in her pleasure on the air with every breath he pulled.

How he kept going, he didn’t know. She was all around him, squeezing him beyond his limit, her pussy a slick sheath moving up and down his cock. The condom did nothing to diminish the feeling. And still he kept pumping into her, her whimpers and moans propelling him closer to a precipice he swore he would have already fallen over.

Her very heat squeezed his length, sucking at it every time he stroked in and out of her. Her hands found his shoulders, his hair. She rode him harder, her legs locking their hips together. “Fuck that feels so good,” she moaned. “So good.”

His head swam, swirls of bright fog rimming his vision. Christ, he was on the edge. The condom wasn’t doing jack shit to stop the concentrated pleasure rolling through him, the tight walls of Frankie’s pussy tormenting him beyond comprehension.

He growled, closing his eyes and thrusting harder, deeper into her. It was dangerous feeling like this. Dangerous. Had to be. How could anything else compare to this? How could living compare to the absolute rapture of their joining? How could such a base, physical act rock him to the very—

“Oh, God, Alec.” The muscles in Frankie’s leg coiled, pulling her deeper onto his driving thrust. “I’m going to come.”

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So, need I say any more to convince you to read this book series?

Suck and Blow is available now from Samhain Publishing.

Enjoy it.

Jess

Your chance to win an ebook from my backlist

Yep, I thought that blog title might get your attention.

So, wanna know how you can win an ebook?

Well, it’s really simple actually. Limecello is running a series of Tuesday Teasers on her blog. She’s posting never-before-seen excerpts from some of her favorite romance authors.

And…guess who’s featured today?

That’s right! Me.

Okay, so technically, it’s not me who’s featured, it’s my book: Full House.

Now, if you head on over the the post: Teaser Tuesday: Full House By Jess Dee, you’ll see Lime has included a little contest. And the winner of the contest can choose an ebook of their choice from my back list.

So, what are you waiting for? Go. Win yourself an ebook.

Oh, and good luck.

Jess

PS – hope you enjoy the excerpt.

Jenna and Garreth

Since the release of Winter Fire in January, I’ve had loads of emails asking whether I’ll be writing Jenna and Garreth’s story.

I’ve even noticed a few curious search engine terms on my blog:

‘Jess Dee Winter Fire sequel’

‘Jenna Garreth Jess Dee’

I apologize to everyone who doesn’t already know the answer to this.

YES! I am writing their story. In fact, I’m about 3000 words short of completing the book.

I have tentatively titled it “Ties That Bind”, but that may change.

If you’re curious, here’s a little excerpt. A short, not so sweet, and very unedited excerpt. (Please don’t hold spelling and grammar mistakes against me. This is a very rough draft!)

TIES THAT BIND: An Unedited Excerpt

(Comment from Jess, added a few hours after posting this blog:  Oops, just noticed I’d already posted the excerpt in my blog a few days ago. (Yeah, yeah, I’m losing my mind. I know.) So now I’ve changed it to a different one. You can read the original excerpt here.)

He began to sweat. “Jenna-girl,” he coaxed, “tell me you love me.”

She shook her head.

“Say it, Jenn.” Christ, he needed to hear the words. “Say ‘I love you, Garreth.’”

“I…” She broke off. Shook her head again.

“It’s easy. Listen, I’ll go first. I love you, Jenna Brooks. I have since the moment I met you. I love everything about you. I love how you stick to your beliefs and your scruples. I love how you put your friends and family first. I love how you love them. I love how hard you try and control your environment, how you’ve made it work for you. I love how determined you are to put your trauma aside, how you triumphed in spite of it. And I love how hard you’re trying to deny you love me.” He stopped, frowned and shook his head. “Uh, actually no, I don’t love that part. I hate it. But it’s making me horny as the devil, knowing you love me, knowing you’re making me work to prove I love you. You’re making me chase you, and believe me Jenn, I love a good chase. Especially when the prize is you.”

He took a breath. Gazed at her. Lost the very breath he’d just taken.

She looked half parts utterly smitten with him, and half parts utterly terrified.

“Tell me you love me, Jenna.”

Finally, finally, finally she spoke, and the words lodged in his heart like an arrow. “You fucked my best friend.”

He saw red. And for the first time ever, lost his cool with her. He lost it in a spectacular fashion. “Yes, I did.” He roared. “I fucked your best friend. I met her, I seduced her and I fucked her. I got her into my room, I got her naked, and I fucked her. And guess what? She fucked me too. We fucked each other.”

She stared at him, aghast.

“I knew who she was too. Right from the beginning. Knew she was the love of Jackson’s life. Knew she was your best friend. And guess what? It didn’t stop me. It encouraged me. I fucked her, and I let Jackson know I fucked her.”

“Bastard,” she spat at him.

“You know why I did it? You know why I fucked her?”

“Because you’re a moral-less, son of a bitch who doesn’t care who gets hurt?”

“Bong. Wrong! I did it for you. For you and for your coward-assed brother.”

“Well, gee, give the man a hand,” Jenna cheered sarcastically. “What a hero. Fucking a woman for the sake of his best friend and the woman he loves. A real fucking hero alright.”

“A real fucking hero knows what he wants and goes after it. Especially if what he wants, wants exactly the same thing he does. I want you, Jenna. I love you. You love me too. I was sick and tired of your excuses. Yours and Jackson. Both of you. Using the pact as an excuse. Putting it before your own happiness. Someone had to make you see the pact had outlived its usefulness. It wasn’t protecting you. Either of you. It was making you unhappy. It was making us all unhappy. You, me, Jackson and Rachel.”

“Ah, so you slept with Rachel to cheer her up? To cheer yourself up?”

“I slept with Rachel because someone had to open your eyes. Yours and your brother’s. Someone had to make you see clearly. I slept with her because I knew it would make Jackson jealous as hell. Jealous enough to make him act, finally. Jealous enough to make him break the pact. Because if he didn’t break it, you never would. If he didn’t free you from it, I could never have you.”

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I’ll post more when it’s done, and let you know about release dates too. I promise.

Jess

FULL HOUSE IS NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER

Color me excited.

Full House is available now for Pre-order at Samhain Publishing.

And… it’s discounted. Yep, instead of paying the full price of $3.50, if you order it now, it’s yours for the discounted price of $2.45.

In my books, that’s quite a bargain.

You can order your copy right here.

Forgotten what Full House is all about?

No worries. Here’s the blurb and a short, sneaky excerpt for your pleasure.

FULL HOUSE: The blurb

A full house beats a pair any day.

Three of a Kind, Book 3

It’s been a long, lonely business trip for diamond dealer Max Ashberg. He’s missed his lover like crazy, and he’s come to the realization that he’s ready to take the next step: nominate himself to be Trev’s new housemate. Except when he gets to Trev’s place, there’s someone living in “his” room. A woman—with the face of an angel.

Six weeks shouldn’t make a huge difference in a man’s life, but in that time lawyer Trev Greenfield has realized two things: He wants much more than a standing Friday night “date” with Max. And he’s falling heart-over-head for his new housemate, potter Grace Miles.

Grace never meant to fall for Trev, but when a power failure turns their chemistry into live electricity, there’s no denying the spark. There’s also no denying the shock when Grace discovers a naked man in her new home.

With Grace poised to run and Max teetering between confusion and growing lust for the delicious possibilities, Trev has his hands full trying to hold the two loves of his life together…before they slip through his fingers. Leaving them all with shattered hearts.

Product Warnings: There’s a lot of sex in this book. I mean a lot! Hot sex. Sweaty sex. Gay sex. Straight sex. Ménage sex (M/M/F and M/F/M). Oh, and romantic sex. Lots of romantic sex. Hot romantic sex. Sweaty romantic sex. Gay romantic sex… You getting the picture?

FULL HOUSE: An Excerpt

WARNING: Contains scenes not appropriate for anyone under the age of 18!

“Wanting her like I do knocked me sideways, I can tell you that.” He lowered his towel and stepped close to Max. So close their thighs touched. And their dicks. “I never expected to feel this way about her. Not when I feel so much for you.”

Trev’s cock twitched from the contact alone. And the scent. Max hadn’t yet showered. He smelled of sex. And of Max. And of Trev. He smelled so damn fine Trev was tempted to drop to his knees and inhale Max whole.

But he couldn’t. He had to get to Grace.

Besides, Max’s body had turned rigid when Trev mentioned his feelings for Grace.

“For months you’ve been the only one I want. I fucking hated it when you were away,” Trev told the other man.

Max raised an eyebrow.

“Know how many times I jerked off to images of us making love, like we just did?” Trev asked.

Max shook his head. “No.”

“Every freaking night,” Trev admitted. “And most mornings too,” he added with a grin.

Max’s eyes became hooded and his cock shifted against Trev’s, but his tone remained impartial as he asked, “What about…Grace? You jerk off to fantasies about her as well?”

Trev stilled. “I did.”

Max stiffened further, his muscles tensing against Trev.

“I jerked off to fantasies about both of you.” He was taking a chance being this honest. Max might listen to what he had to say, then turn his back and walk away. “I came imagining I was making love to her, and I came imaging you were making love to me. And I nearly fucking bust a nut imagining both of us taking Grace at the same time.”

Max grimaced. “Don’t be shy to tell me what you really fantasized about.”

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Yep. I warned you. A short, hot excerpt.

Full House releases on the 12th of April at Samhain!

Jess

Full House – A Teaser

Thought I’d post a little teaser from Full House tonight.

The cover is so gorgeous (see the previous post), I think it deserves a hawt, little excerpt to go with it, don’t you?

Now, a word or two of warning:

If you’re not yet eighteen or older, do not read this. And if you’re not so partial to m/m romance… well, than this one isn’t for you.

FULL HOUSE:

A full house beats a pair any day.

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It took a while before Trev’s eyes opened, and when they did, the dark lust seeping from them almost undid Max. How was it possible Trev could be this aroused—and Max knew when Trev was aroused, he’d spent two years studying the phenomenon—if things were complicated?

“Yes or no?” Max asked, his voice a whisper, his heart clenched in a vise. God help him, he needed Trev to say yes.

Trev froze.

The merciless grinding of cock against cock ceased. For endless seconds neither man moved. Trev stared at Max’s mouth and Max stared at Trev’s eyes. Muted laughter filtered through the door.

His balls ached, burning with pent-up desire.

“Shit.” Trev released him with a curse and stepped away. He rubbed his groin as though in pain.

Max could relate.

“Shit,” Trev swore again and walked backward until his butt hit the bench top, then he swung around so fast he knocked over a silver bucket.

The resounding clatter of ice crashing into the sink did little to relieve the pressure in Max’s neck or dick. He breathed deep and rolled his shoulders, wishing he didn’t feel like a tightly wound coil.

“I want you to stay the night.”

Trev’s words were soft, but Max heard them. Exalted in them. “You do?”

“Christ, yes,” Trev snapped. “I want you to fuck me so bad I can hardly breathe from it.”

Joy flooded Max’s system, so intense it almost knocked him sideways.

Trev shook his head. “But you can’t.”

A blow to the nuts couldn’t have hit harder.

It took Max a good few seconds to find his voice. Recovery from rejection took time. Finally he raised his hands in acceptance, pretending everything was cool. Then he dropped them. Trev wasn’t looking his way and the effort of holding them up about killed him. “Whatever, mate. It’s your call.”

Trev spun around, disbelief blazing in his face. “Whatever?”

“Yes, no, it’s your choice.” Christ, how did he present such a calm façade when his insides were shriveling? “You said no. No worries.”

“No worries?” Trev fisted his hands at his chest.

A fighter pose or a protective one?

“No worries?” Trev said again, his voice loud in the small room. He swore and spoke more softly. “I’ve spent six fucking weeks waiting to see you again. Six weeks fantasizing about you and your damn dick, and all you can say is no worries?”

“What the fuck?” There went Max’s rational thought again. If Trev had spent six weeks fantasizing, then why the hell didn’t he want Max spending the night?

Trev glowered at him, his expression incredulous and conflicted.

Max stalked across the kitchen, getting in Trev’s face, pressing his chest against Trev’s fists, squashing them between their two bodies. “You think I don’t wanna spend the night?” There was nothing he wanted more—except perhaps a lifetime of spending the night with Trev. “You think I don’t wanna fuck you?” Wait. He didn’t. “Make love to you?” Ah, that he did. He shuffled back an inch and cupped his hand none too gently over the bulge in Trev’s pants.

Trev jerked beneath his touch and made that same animalistic sound deep in his throat.

“You think I haven’t spent the last month thinking about this?” Christ, he loved Trev’s dick. Touching it again, even over his jeans, was doing mad things to his breathing. Trev was every bit as hard as he was. “Damn it, I’m having wet dreams about you. Fucking wet dreams.” Sleeping alone in hotel rooms was no fun. Not when the huge double beds rattled with emptiness. “So don’t get pissy with me, mate. You said not tonight. Not me.”

Trev’s hands uncurled, and he turned them so his palms were pressed against Max’s chest. “I said it was complicated.” Trev closed his eyes.

Max forced his mind away from Trev’s touch, away from the cock in his hand. “And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I have to tell you something.”

He dropped his arm, releasing Trev’s dick. If those weren’t the deadliest words ever invented—

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Full House releases at Samhain on the 12th of April, but…it’s already up for presale at Samhain.

Check it out right here.

Jess