Author: Erin McLellan
Publisher: Erin McLellan
Release Date: February 3, 2020
Series: So Over the Holidays #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Holiday Romance, Erotic Romance, LGBTQ, m/m romance
Candy Hearts is a male/male Valentine’s Day novella featuring a house party power outage, meddling friends and siblings, naughty lingerie and naughtier toys, homemade Valentine’s Day cards, and a happily ever after. This snippet is pretty hot!
As he trudged up the stairs, Benji heard William address room logistics with Robin and Wren. Benji hoped that William would finagle it in a way that made it easy for him to sneak to the top floor. And if William did show up, Benji was going to be prepared.
He took a fast shower in a pitch-black bathroom, put the garter belt and stockings back on (because, hello, he looked hot in them), brushed his teeth, made sure all the toys were clean, rescattered the rose petals, relit the candles in the room, and picked some lint off a dildo.
Still no William.
Benji opened his phone. Half-past eleven. And only five percent battery. Damn.
Benji started making deals with himself.
If William didn’t show by 11:35 p.m., he’d eat a piece of Valentine’s Day candy and go to sleep.
If William didn’t show by 11:40 p.m., he’d drink the sparkling cider he’d smuggled up here and eat two pieces of Valentine’s Day candy. Then straight to bed.
If William didn’t show up by 11:45 p.m., he’d jerk off.
If William didn’t show up by midnight, he’d allow himself to come.
The door creaked open at 11:58 p.m., and William stuck his head into the room, as if he were scared of waking Benji up.
He didn’t wake Benji up. Benji was already up. William banged his head into the doorframe. Then he banged the door into his knee as he hurriedly shut it behind him.
If William was trying to sneak in quietly, he’d failed.
Benji could imagine the sight he presented, laying on his back facing the door. F*cking himself with the Swamp Monster Everglides Dildo. A few strokes of his fist away from coming.
“You took a long time,” Benji panted. “Wasn’t sure you were coming.”
“Hold up.” William’s voice was guttural and harsh.
Benji held up because he was nothing if not willing to follow William’s every whim.
William tore his sweatshirt over his head and shucked his flannel pajama bottoms off, leaving himself in nothing but those f*ck-hot tighty-whities. Then he crawled onto the bed and kneeled beside Benji. Almost absently, William trailed a rose petal along Benji’s ribs, right above the top of the garter belt.
“Beautiful. In this. Beautiful all the time. But damn, in this,” William said. “Keep going. Let me watch you.”
Benji was all arms, what with one hand on his cock, one on the dildo up his ass, his legs bent awkwardly so he could reach, but he also felt sexier than he’d ever felt in his entire life.
William moved that rose petal along Benji’s collarbone, and the muscles in Benji’s groin tightened, as if they were attached to this weird bone in his chest. F*cking f*ck, William was teaching him new things about his body. Evidently every part of him was an erogenous zone if it was lightly grazed by a f*cking rose petal.
“I’m sorry it took me so long,” William whispered. “I didn’t mean to leave you hanging.”
“You didn’t.” Benji’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he had to let his cock go for a second. Having William in the room, watching him—Benji really liked being watched, being on display, being photographed—well, it ratcheted up the intensity of everything, especially the punch against his prostate, which honestly, had already been overwhelming pre-William. Once he wasn’t a breath away from coming, Benji said, “Glad I waited for you, though.”
William caught Benji’s hand, the hand that had just left his cock, and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the palm. Even that, even a tiny kiss on his hand, made his stomach flutter.
“Me too.” William gently lifted Benji’s arm above his head. The rose petal in his hand had gone floppy from handling, so he picked up another.
The feathery light tickle of the petal down his triceps had Benji twisting and an odd whining noise slipping from his mouth.
“Okay?” William asked.
“Uh-huh.” Benji was so focused on the simple touch of the petal as it travelled over the tendon of his armpit that he stopped f*cking himself. “You have a thing for armpits,” he was able to say as William brushed the rose petal back up Benji’s arm.
“Yes. Sorry. I can stop.” William’s gaze was riveted to Benji’s face.
“It’s okay. I think I like it, but want … I don’t know.”
Benji stared up into William’s eyes, and William didn’t blink as he leaned down and kissed the soft skin below Benji’s pit hair.
Benji moaned. Loud.
“Yes, baby. I’ve got you.”
Before the tingles from being called “baby” had fully traversed Benji’s body, William licked up the same tendon he’d caressed with the rose petal.
Heat blasted through Benji. He writhed. He cried out. Pre-come dribbled down his cock.
Benji jerked his hand back to his dick. God, he couldn’t not touch himself after that.
“F*ck yourself harder, sweetheart. Want to watch you bust.” William stretched out next to him, holding himself up on one elbow.
Benji’s vision went fuzzy, the candlelight in the room turning to yellow-orange blurs, but he tried to keep his eyes open as William lifted a rose petal to his lips.
It was … God, it was romantic. Yes, Benji was all arms, and he was f*cking himself with a dildo he called Swampy. And it was cold in the bedroom. And he knew he needed to be quieter, but the kiss of a rose petal over his chin, over his cheekbone, and back to his bottom lip was the so incredibly sweet.
About the Book:
Mechanic Benji Holiday is so over Valentine’s Day and men who don’t get him. A weekend getaway with friends to escape the holiday hubbub is exactly what he needs. But William O’Dare—a stern and silent nightclub owner with “Be My Valentine” practically stamped on his forehead—throws a wrench into Benji’s plans.
William has spent years focused on his career, and it has cost him friendships and love. Inexperienced in the business of romance, he’s on the hunt for the perfect partner, and he’s armed with specific criteria to guide him. But William didn’t expect a hunky mechanic wrapped in satin and lace to show up on his doorstep.
Unable to resist their attraction, Benji and William agree to be secret fake valentines for the weekend, but secrets have a way of getting out. William gets struck by Cupid’s arrow, and as the weekend winds down, he doesn’t want fake or secret. He wants Benji to be his valentine for real and for keeps.
About the Author:
Erin McLellan is the author of several contemporary romances, all of which have characters who are complex, goodhearted, and a little quirky. She likes her stories to have a sexy spark and a happily ever after. Originally from Oklahoma, she currently lives in Alaska and spends her time dreaming up love stories set in the Great Plains. She is a lover of chocolate, college sports, antiquing, Dr Pepper, and binge-worthy TV shows.
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