Book 3 of the Country Fever series is out for pre-order!
Here’s a quick and dirty excerpt featuring the boys’ voyeuristic side.
WARNING: Adult male/male voyeurism of the scorching kind
“Been thinking a lot about Claire today.” His friend’s words made Christian’s heart constrict.
Sinking to his regular spot on the sofa, Christian cracked open his beer. “Yeah?”
“I fucked up.”
“So go get her back.”
“I intend to.”
Without thought, Christian’s words tumbled out. “I want to be part of that. As a third.”
Tucker’s gaze snapped to his and clung. A painful heartbeat stretched between them. Unable to battle his need anymore, Christian set his beer aside, leaned back on the sofa and unzipped his jeans.
A quiet noise broke from Tucker as he sank to the recliner and did the same. The grating noise of his zipper lowering had Christian’s cock hard and weeping with pre-come. While nudging his jeans and boxers off his hips, he kicked off his boots. Usually Christian left his T-shirt on, but today he yanked it off too, leaving him completely bare.
Every inch of himself exposed to Tucker.
Taking his cue, Tucker stripped down too, abandoning jeans with the leather belt and silver buckle still in the loops. When his pearl-button shirt hit the carpet, Christian drank in the sight of his friend’s well-muscled chest, sprinkled with golden brown hair.
Christian rubbed a palm over his own bare chest to the dark trail of hair leading to his cock. As one, he and Tucker cupped their balls, fondling the tight sacs, gazes locked on each other. Webs of want spread through Christian’s body as he thought about finally dropping to his knees and taking Tucker’s long shaft in his mouth. Of sucking that dark purple head and gathering the ropes of come.
Tucker rolled his shaft through his hand, pumping it once and holding it out, erect, for Christian to see the glistening tip.
Choking off a groan, Christian fisted his cock, pressing down on the flared head so the tip slitted. Juices oozed out.
Then they were off. Hips rocking upward to meet their hands, cords standing out on Tucker’s neck and Christian’s belly dipping with each harsh breath.
Thanks for reading, Em~