Hey y’all. I’m still on track to publish this book this month. Here’s another snippet from my latest WIP where last week’s blog left off. Let me know what you think!
It worked. He made sure every bit of him was touching every bit of her back, and his body heat seemed to neutralize the shivering while her inflamed body soaked up the cool relief.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He felt her doze off, then had to talk his erection down when she melted into him. Her little bum was the perfect cradle for his – none of that old man! He sighed happily, nosing her hair aside as he snuggled in closer.
Kae would probably laugh if she knew that her powder-scented arms were one of his favorite places to be in the world. They always had been, and he couldn’t tell her. Not until he was free. She deserved more than half a man, and that half dinged all to hell. Bloody Paul.
The world looked at his band mate and saw tall, exotic and beautiful. When he played his guitar and occasionally let that lush voice rip, they felt a hypnotic mix of talent and sex so raw his looks were practically overkill. But they didn’t know how selfish and proud he could be. How possessive and cruel.
He wasn’t lying when he told Kae he tried to break things off with his longtime lover. Paul had laughed in his face before he said “never,” and pounced. They actually fought, though no blows were thrown, and because Paul was stronger – and Billy couldn’t bring himself to hurt him – he lost. Paul held him down and made him come so hard he cried, and after they fought and fucked for a few hours, he fell asleep.
When he woke up Paul was gone. There was a note on the pillow that said he’d gone out for beer. Billy wondered if he realized he only ever wrote that when he was going to cheat. He never drank the six pack he inevitably brought home.
Billy did. The only time he ever drank too much was because of Paul. His long-time bandmate/lover/nemsis made sure he stayed close by too because he liked the sex when Billy was loose and a little bit sloppy. He liked how submissive he became, how docile.
I’m weak, he thought now. If I had any self-respect I’d fucking hate myself.
Because as much as he wanted to, Billy couldn’t quite get loose. Paul had been his first lover, and he’d fallen in love with the beautiful boy/man four years his senior.
Love seemed a tame descriptor for what they’d shared. He’d adored Paul, and Paul had adored him in return. Even with the burden of hiding their love, they’d been blissfully happy for more than two years.
Then Billy met Kae from That Girl Group, or TIGG as the nickname happy world called them, and his life changed forever. He’d instinctively known to hide it from Paul; he was miserably jealous over anyone who got near Billy – including their own band mates – but he couldn’t resist being friends with her. To protect her and cover his interest, he turned his eye to other girls.
To his surprise, Paul didn’t care. He just laughed because he knew they meant nothing. Plus, while no one openly said anything about their relationship, management had been after them for a while to “get a girlfriend,” aka a beard. They even offered to set it up. They subsided – reluctantly – when The Rage unilaterally refused.
When Billy approached him about wanting to sleep with a woman, Paul felt comfortable telling him to, “have your fun, darling. Don’t worry. I won’t be jealous of these little groupies.”