“Okay baby,” said Levi. “I’ve got you. Let me know if it starts to hurt, okay?”
I looked back and saw him pouring more lube onto his fingers. He caught my eyes and smiled brightly.
“Just relax, baby,” he told me.
He dipped back in with two fingers again, pumping in and out until he was sure that I was loose enough to take a third. It was strange, being breached again so soon after coming, but it felt amazing.
How have I gone my whole life without experiencing this? I wondered.
“I want you to turn over onto your back,” he said. “It’ll be easier that way.”
I shifted so that I was staring up at the ceiling, and he leaned forward to kiss me gently. Then he grabbed a pillow and positioned it under my hips, tilting them up. The third finger, when he slid it into me, took the stretch to a whole other level. There was an edge of pain, muffled by my desire for him, and it grounded me.
“It’s strange,” I mumbled.
“Good strange?” he asked.
“Great strange.”
Levi’s smile stretched across his face, and his eyes went all soft. I wondered if he was feeling the same thing I was, even though he was the one fucking me.
My spent cock was laying across my thigh, but it twitched when he rubbed against my prostate.
Is it possible to get hard again so soon?
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Levi told me. “Do you want me to keep going with this?”
“Want your cock,” I murmured.
“You got it,” he said, pulling his fingers out slowly.
I whimpered at the loss, my hole clenching around nothing.
“Don’t make me wait for it,” I begged, reaching out to wind my fingers through Levi’s hair.
“I have this covered, baby, just relax,” he said as he stroked a slick hand along his own cock. It was flushed a deep purple, the head steadily leaking precum, and my mouth began to water as I watched him. How was it possible to want him in my ass and my mouth at the same time?
When he lined up, at long last, I felt a little shudder of fear roll through me. It was replaced, instantly, by a surge of affection as he draped himself over my entire body and kissed me sweetly on the lips.
I bit at his lower lip, sucking it into my mouth as the head of his cock pressed against my opening. It took a moment before he got the traction to actually slide inside of me, and then we were gasping into each other’s mouths.
I love you, I love you, I love you…
He took his time pushing in, and I reached down to run my fingers around the base of his cock, grinning as I felt it disappearing into me. Once he was fully sheathed by my body, he paused.
“You are everything to me, Porter,” he said, a gorgeous refrain of our earlier conversation.
“You’re all I will ever want,” I replied.
My cock stirred, plumping up between our stomachs, and I settled my hands on his ass. Urging him forward, I guided us into a gentle rhythm, grinding together. Each pass of his cock across my prostate sent me shuddering, and my cock began to leak steadily across our abs.
“Please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine.
His eyes closed then, his body clenching, and I watched as he was taken by his release. My beautiful, transcendent boy. He pulled my second orgasm out of me seamlessly, and we lay there together gasping as we came.
“I can’t believe the best Chinese food I’ve ever had comes from a hole-in-the-wall restaurant in small town Maine,” I said, gesturing with one of my chopsticks to emphasize my point.
Levi laughed.
“I told you, this town has some serious treasures. There’s a reason my parents have stuck around here for so long.”
“We will have to come back here regularly just for this beef and broccoli,” I said.
“I have a feeling we can make that happen,” Levi said, grinning.
We were sitting on the dock once more, watching the sun set over Sandy Lake. I was utterly content, shoulder-to-shoulder with the man I was in love with, enjoying the peace and quiet. There wasn’t anywhere else in the world I would have rather been.
“Oh, Dom texted back while you were in the bathroom,” I said. “He’s game to come with me to meet you in Prague.”
“Fuck yeah!” said Levi. “I think it’ll be really nice for you guys to see one of the shows without actually having to deal with any of the tour shit.”
“Yeah, and I’m glad I don’t have to wait an entire month to see you again,” I added.
“For sure. You’ll just have a chill weekend in the Czech Republic and then it’s only a couple more weeks before I’m back with you in Seattle.”
I rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.
“We are going to make this work.”
“We are absolutely going to make this work,” he said, scrunching his nose up at me. “I’m so excited to share my life with you, Porter Hansen.”
I darted forward to kiss him, laughing. “The pleasure is all mine.”
Epilogue
Levi - Seattle, WA
The early-October chill in Seattle was a bit of a shock after the sunny Mediterranean heat of Barcelona. I shivered as I stood on the porch of the ramshackle lavender Victorian, a heavy brass key in my hand.
There was something unbelievably surreal about being back there. Despite the fact that I had only spent one night at the house nearly half a year before, it already felt like home in my mind. After all, it was where Porter lived. And wherever Porter was, that was where my heart could be found.
Or something cheesy like that. Give me a break, I deserved to be a cheeseball after all the shit that had gone down over the summer.
I slid the key into the lock and turned it slowly, savoring the gravity of the motion.
I could hear a tangle of voices coming from the living room, and I had to tamp down on a ridiculous grin as I headed in that direction, lest Porter’s roommates give me shit for being a sap. I mean, they wouldn’t be wrong…
“Holy shit, Levi’s here!” shouted Finley as he caught sight of me.
“What the hell are you doing here?” asked Leo, pulling me into a hug.
“Caught an earlier flight,” I said, hugging him right the fuck back. Fuck, these guys already felt like family. “Thought I’d surprise Porter…is he around?”
Finley scampered off down the hall, calling, “Pooooooooorter! We have a surprise for youuuuuu!”
I turned to Dom, who was peeking his head in from the kitchen.
“It’s so good to see you, man,” I said.
“Yeah, same to you! We’re so excited to have you crashing here until you two find a place,” said Dom with a warm smile. “Are you hungry?”
I heard Leo murmur under his breath, “Hungry for cock.”
Stifling a laugh, I said, “I could eat, but I was thinking I should find Porter first.”
“Head on down the hall, his is the last door on the right,” said Dom.
Before I could even turn around, however, Porter came sprinting across the living room and tackled me in a suffocating hug.
“What the fuck, Levi,” he cried happily.
I turned in his arms to face him and pulled him into a filthy kiss, which drew a chorus of cat-calls from the roommates.
“I couldn’t wait another minute to be with you,” I told him when we surfaced for air.
“You could have told me when your flight landed. I would have picked you up from the airport.”
“Alright,” I admitted, “I wanted to surprise you.” Then I lowered my voice and asked, “Can we go somewhere private?”
“God, yes,” he replied, kissing me again. “Come on.”
We stumbled down the hall, unwilling to unwrap ourselves from around each other, and ended up banging into the walls on the way to Porter’s room.
Our room.
The minute the door was closed behind us, I
leapt into Porter’s arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and biting at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He let out wanton moan and shoved me up against the wall, grinding his hips into mine.
“I missed you so much,” he gasped against my lips.
“Fuck, I know, I can’t believe I’m here,” I said.
“Well, believe it,” said Porter. “You’re here and I’m never going two weeks without seeing you ever again.”
“I have to tell you something,” I murmured against his neck.
He let me down, and I pulled him onto the bed with me. We sat together, our backs pressed against the pile of pillows that were stacked against the headboard, holding hands and kinda grinning at each other.
“Levi,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re back. You’re actually back.”
“I am,” I said with a firm nod.
“What did you want to tell me?”
It had been torturous, trying to keep this secret. But I had wanted to see his face when I told him, to kiss him, to feel him in my arms.
“I know we were planning to start looking at apartments this week,” I began, “but I actually found a place that I think you’re going to love.”
He blinked at me. “What do you mean you found a place?”
“I, uh, was looking at listings on the internet. And when I saw this place I thought it was too good to be true, so I didn’t bring it up. But I’ve made a shit-ton of money from this tour, and there’s a lot more on the way with my upcoming albums. So, I made an all-cash offer that the sellers really couldn’t refuse and…well, they’re not moving out for another month or so. And I haven’t signed anything, so if you hate it, we obviously can find somewhere else. That’s totally an option.”
Porter’s eyebrows knit together. “This place must be amazing. Where is it?”
“Well, uh…you know that green Stick style Victorian across the street?”
“The fucking massive one?” asked Porter, his eyes going saucer-wide.
“Yeah. It’s, uh…kind of my dream house in terms of architecture. And it’s right here, so you don’t have to leave your roommates at all. We could be over here all the time, and they could come over and…I know they’re your family. I want them to be my family too. And I want you to be happy, and I want a huge monstrosity of a home, and…do you hate this idea?”
Porter didn’t deign to respond with words. Instead, he drew me into a kiss, weaving his hands through my hair and moaning against my lips.
Fuck me.
“So…you want to go look at it tomorrow?” I asked.
“Levi, I love you so fucking much,” said Porter.
“I love you too, baby,” I said softly.
“And I love our new house,” he added between kisses.
My heart was so full. We had been through the fucking wringer pretty much from the moment we met. But that was the moment when things truly turned around for us. As we sat there on the bed, freaking out over the house and the fact that I was finally home, everything came together.
I’m going to spend my life making this man happy, I thought. This is just the beginning.
The End
Fragile Ground
Released November 2017
“Sorry, do I know you?”
The last thing Olivier Sauveterre remembers, he was a closeted college senior, balancing furtive hookups with writing his thesis. But when a nasty car accident robs him of two years of memories, he finds himself thousands of miles from home, covered in tattoos, living with a man he doesn’t recognize. Gorgeous and enigmatic, Auriel is just Olivier’s type—but it’s clear there’s a big secret his supposed “housemate” isn’t telling him.
“We’re not just roommates; you’re the love of my life.”
Auriel Floros loves everything about his life: his job, his overgrown garden, and most all, his boyfriend Olivier. Quick-witted and fiercely passionate, Olivier is the perfect partner…up until he forgets who Auriel is. Suddenly, their happily ever after shatters before Auriel’s eyes. But medical professionals warn Auriel to keep Olivier’s stress level at a minimum, and Auriel makes the heart-breaking decision to pretend he and Olivier were friends and housemates—nothing more.
“You still know how to love me…I’ll remind you.”
Auriel misses his boyfriend desperately, longing for the easy intimacy and scorching sex they shared before the accident. Olivier can’t help gravitating toward Auriel, charmed by his patience and the elaborate home-cooked meals he prepares for Olivier each night. Over bowls of chili and late night talks, Olivier finds himself unable to resist digging into their shared history and trying to find out what makes Auriel seem so mysterious and sad. It’s hard to keep a secret when you’re living in the same house, and heartbreak seems inevitable as tension builds between them. Ultimately they have to work together to rebuild Olivier’s life, and in the process they find themselves on fragile ground.
Fragile Ground is a contemporary MM romance with plenty of heat, hurt/comfort and second chance themes, and a guaranteed happy ending.
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Blank Slate
Released February 2018
"Glad you found time in your very busy schedule to join us."
Colby:
I only agreed to model nude for a community art class because I needed the money. I figured it would be easy, fun even. But that was before I came sprinting into the studio on the first day, late and viciously hungover, and found myself face-to-face with Axel Hawthorne. Suddenly I was stripping down in front of the very man who had blown me off after a brutally hot night on the dance floor…and letting him draw me. Hot tempered and abrasive, I knew there was more to Axel than met the eye. As the term went on I decided I was going to figure out why an award-winning artist was teaching local art classes. And why I couldn't get his stupid, gorgeous face out of my head.
"You don't know what you do to me."
Axel:
It had been one year since a devastating incident had robbed me of my ability to paint. I was ready to live out the rest of my days in a state of abject misery…and then Colby Stevens wormed his way into my life. Passionate, self-assured, and more than a decade younger than me, I was intoxicated by him. Suddenly I was making art again, filling canvas after canvas with his body and my desire. As our working relationship segued into something more, I allowed myself to consider that he might be the key to starting fresh. But healing would be an uphill battle…would I be able to start over with a blank slate?
Blank Slate is a steamy contemporary romance with hurt/comfort and enemies-to-lovers themes, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA.
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Louisa Keller is a queer adventuress who has spent most of her life living in New England and the Pacific Northwest. While her academic background revolves mainly around French Studies and Philosophy, she has strayed from these considerably in her professional pursuits. Over the years Louisa has been a tutor, goat farmer, concierge, and freelance copywriter. She has also hiked hundreds of miles across northern Spain, volunteered at a medical clinic in Honduras, and spent many a summer living in small cabins and platform tents. When she’s not off gallivanting, Louisa can be found with a whiskey-ginger ale in one hand and a Philip Pullman book in the other.
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