Falling in love with Kyle Beaumont helped Elliott Judd find a romantic piece of himself he didn’t know existed.
The two men take the next step in their relationship when Kyle moves into Elliott’s place, but despite the passion he feels for his talented mechanic and lover, the scorching hot race car driver suddenly feels out of place in his own home.
Kyle adores Elliott, and thinks of him as the love of his life he didn’t see coming. But calling a mansion home and fitting into Elliott’s space is more of a culture shock than he’d anticipated.
Join Kyle and Elliott as they adjust to sharing their lives with one another, both in and out of the spotlight. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and you’ll wonder if these two will ever get it right.
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“This time tomorrow, this will be your home,” I whisper into Kyle’s hair as he snuggles against me on the sofa.
“This is already my home because it’s where my heart is. Nothing will change tomorrow just because I’ve moved my belongings in.” He looks up at me and his lips brush my neck, creep up to my Adam’s apple, and continue to lick upwards. It’s not the slimy, possessive caress that leaves a slick path, but the merest touch with the tip of his tongue combined with hot breath alerting my every sense that in just a few moments, our lips will meet.
“We’ll be able to have sex whenever we want.” His voice is husky now and as he shifts to sit on my lap, the hardness in his pants brushing up against my leg. “We won’t have to rush, or perform on demand because it’s the only night we have together.” His words breathe across my lips and I part them in readiness for his mouth.
As our mouths meet I murmur, “I can’t wait for this house to become our home rather than a place I stay.”
My head swims as he presses against me, his tongue claiming my mouth in the most tender kiss we’ve ever shared. His tongue wraps around mine, a gentle declaration of his territory. My jaw relaxes, allowing him to take what is his as my hands slide up his back, enjoying the way his hips shift when I touch him. He still tastes of the curry we just ate. Our final meal where he has to leave afterwards, this time to close up his apartment. This kiss bids a welcome goodbye to life as we’ve known it, drawing a line in the sand.
His shoulders are broad and I run my fingertips over their expanse, slipping down his sides before meeting again on his waistband. His jeans gape at the back where he’s sitting on me, legs spread wide and hips jutting forward. My hands drop, enjoying the tautness of the thick material pulled over his toned butt.
I squeeze and buck up into him, letting out a sigh of gratitude as I pull him down, firm against my other, very obvious sign of appreciation.
He slips against me, riding me through our clothes, the burn creating an unnecessary heat which only adds further to my enjoyment.
“I can’t believe you’re mine. You’re so fucking hot.” His words strike like a fire bolt direct into my heart, ripping the air from my lungs. My cock reacts to its own jolt of lightning.
“I’ve been yours since the day we met. I’ve never wanted anyone else since that first time I laid eyes on you.”
Our mouths meet again, but the tenderness has gone. Our lips are hard, aggressive even as we possess the other, giving the other a piece of our hearts. My hands grapple on his back, roughing his t-shirt around those broad shoulders and forcing our eager mouths to break contact long enough to slip it over his head.
The finely sculpted muscles of his chest are exposed, generous and toned, his small nipples tightening as I run my palm across his warm skin, wanting, needing to feel every part of him with an urgency which drives us both to start ripping at the others’ clothes.