by Blake, Remy
“Look, Scott got the job offer of a lifetime. We’re moving to Australia next week. It’s the fresh start he and I have been dreaming of.”
Fresh start?
“You’re going with him?”
She nods.
I’m stunned. High pitched ringing reverberates throughout my ears. Clenching my teeth, I tamp down the rage assailing me. My fists clench and unclench as I imagine pummeling my best friend, Scott’s, face until it resembles a raw slab of beef. I guess I should say ex-best friend. When their affair came to light three months ago, that put an end to any friendly feelings I once had. From that point on I prayed I wouldn’t pass him on the street, or anywhere else for that matter. If I did, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my rage. Thankfully, the opportunity never presented itself or I’d probably be sitting in a jail cell now instead of on our California King bed.
Jesus. How did I not see this coming?
My eyes objectively peruse her face, taking in her stony expression and cold, obsidian irises. Sandy doesn’t seem to feel a shred of conflict about leaving her twenty-month-old son. Or about leaving me. Who is this shallow woman and what’s happened to the person I’ve been married to for the last seven years? Did she ever care about me? Or has my judgement been clouded by my love for her?
I know right now I’m not getting the answers to any of these questions and that’s okay because I’m not ready for them and I may never be.
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Earning a full scholarship to King University was my hard earned ticket out of hell. I'm happy to be away from the small town I grew up in and all the equally small minded people who live there.
King was going to be my safe haven. A place where I could leave the old me behind and finally grow into the young man my family had desperately tried to hide away.
Diving head first into new experiences, new friends, and parties, I didn’t expect to run straight into the one thing I wasn’t ready for.
His arms are welcoming, his body is addictive and his lips are heaven. Cole Huxley is everything I could fall in love with, except for one problem... I never wanted to fall for my professor.
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Prologue
Elijah
THREE YEARS AGO
“Do you really think we should be doing this?” I ask, adrenaline and fear my motivators for the question.
“What?” He brushes my wayward hair out of my eyes. “Hiding behind the church, while everybody is inside listening to the sermon?”
“Well, yes, that, but I mean this.” I gesture between us.
Grabbing my hand he brings it to his chest, my palm now privy to the frantic beat of his heart. Wanting him to know I feel it, too, I mirror his actions, until we’re both standing there, staring at one another, vulnerable, exposed, and in absolute awe.
Is this finally happening?
“I’ve never done this before,” I confess.
“I know.” His eyes flicker between my eyes and my lips. “Are you sure about this?”
My stomach flips in anticipation. Am I sure? Absolutely not. Am I going to pass up kissing him? Again, absolutely not. Since the moment Alex crashed into my very small and sheltered world, it’s been endless days and nights of uncertainty paired with an unhealthy amount of addiction.
I can’t get enough of him, especially the way he makes me feel. The relief that these long sixteen years of my life haven’t been wasted, the exhilaration that I’ve finally found the person I was searching for.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t him I was looking for.
It was me.
The son of a pastor, my life is only supposed to run on the straight and narrow. Know your purpose, hear your calling. They’re the words my father drums into me, every day. But no matter how hard I try to listen, to hear God’s voice, I’m only ever left feeling out of place. Out of sync.
Until right now, I didn’t even feel right in my own skin. Like God had sewn me up all wrong and the seams didn’t meet up. I know I’m different. I also know exactly what it is that sets me apart, but that doesn’t mean I’ve always been ready to accept it.
Nothing about me is straight and narrow.
Not my needs.
Not my wants.
Not my hopes.
Not my dreams.
And definitely not my sexuality.
With his unruly hair, piercing blue eyes, and unapologetic nature, Alex has been a breath of fresh air in my very stale and stuffy life.
Gradually, he’s been teaching me how to be myself. Before him, I had feared the truth. Living every day with so much uncertainty, it’s become painful to even look at myself in the mirror. Every waking moment I’m pretending to love myself on the outside, while I quietly, but painfully berate myself on the inside.
I don’t want to live like this anymore, and he knows it. He’s seen me for what I am and who I want to be.
Slowly but cautiously, he’s bringing me out of my shell. Moment after moment he validates my existence, proving to me I can rid myself of the doubt and rejoice in my differences.
“Answer me, Eli, because we’ve been dancing around this for too long.” He steps closer. “And I want to be your first so fucking bad.”
“I’ve kissed someone before,” I protest.
“Have you kissed a guy?”
Even though we’ve already had this conversation, my traitorous cheeks still flush at his forwardness. “No.”
Alex’s eyes melt from ice to liquid, from demanding to desire. Teenage hormones are no fucking joke, and the involuntary erection to the one hand job from my winter dance date, who was a girl, has nothing on this. My dick is so hard, one simple touch from him is all it would take to embarrassingly blow my load inside my pants.
Hands firmly grip either side of my face and I suck in a huge amount of air into my lungs. My chest hurts as the seconds pass us by, but I’m sure if I exhale, my fear will come rushing out, ruining the moment. Breaking our connection and taking away my one chance to feel what it’s like to feel whole. Full. Complete.
“Breathe, Elijah.”
His intention is to calm my nerves, but my body doesn’t cooperate. My obvious panic forces him to take control. Softly but swiftly, he presses his mouth to mine.
Time stops.
My heart does too.
His lips are somewhat rough and slightly cracked from the way he habitually bites them, but the action still tender. He moves his mouth against mine, taking the lead. Pushing me up against the brick wall, my back scrapes across the jagged exterior as his chest lightly caresses mine.
We’re so close, but still not close enough. Finding the courage to take what I want, my hands travel up his arms, over his sleeves, and land on either side of his neck. Squeezing just a little, I bring him closer and deepen the kiss.
His tongue swipes the seam of my lips and I open up, letting him in. I can’t help but compare this to the pitiful kisses I’ve stumbled through in the past. The continued experiments that always ended in disaster, ended in tears and frustration that I would never be normal. That I would never feel normal things.
But now… who wants normal? What is normal? Who wants to feel anything but this?
Eagerly, I graze my tongue against his and begin to match his languid strokes. A moan reverberates in the back of his throat, silencing the last of my anxiety and birthing a new kind of desperation.
His hips rock into mine, the clothes between us doing nothing to hinder the rush as our dicks rub against one another.
“Alex,” I hiss.
“I know, but I can’t stop,” he breathes out. “What if this is our only time?” Hands trail down my chest. My stomach; fingers stopping at the button on my jeans. “Can I?”
With his forehead resting against mine, h
e holds my stare, his eyes patiently waiting for me. Even though I know just how complicated things are about to get, I don’t have the strength to argue with him. I don’t think I even want to. Even if it kills me, I want everything he has to give.
Crashing my lips to his, I answer his question. Slipping into my jeans and under my boxers, he wraps his fingers around my solid length. Gripping me tight, we both still.
Time stops.
My heart does too.
“I’m going to come,” I warn.
“Good.”
Our kiss becomes a feasting frenzy as he moves his hand up and down, jerking me off with all the skill of a boy who is comfortable in his own skin.
With shaking hands, I unbutton his pants and shift my movements till he’s throbbing under my touch.
“This is going to get messy,” he chuckles against my mouth.
Our fists move faster, our tongues battle for dominance. Together we’re chasing the high, going against everything we’ve ever been told. Every teaching. Every expectation. We’re just two boys literally hiding behind the church. Hiding from the world of judgement and harsh realities.
While everyone in the congregation is down on bended knee, offering thanks, saying their prayers, and begging for absolution, Alex and I are giving in to our deepest desires.
Heat rises from the soles of my feet, tingling up my legs and tightening around the base of my spine. My body jolts with the anticipation of my release. Breaking our kiss, I look down, enthralled by our public indecency, as simultaneous orgasms ripple through us.
With heavy and laboured breaths we stare at the outcome of our attraction. The stickiness of our pleasure. The confirmation of my truth.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
His words break through my sated mood. I look up at him with a weak but satisfied smile. “Never better.”
I inhale the scent of him and the perfection of this moment, as he drops a quick kiss on my mouth.
“Elijah?”
An unexpected but familiar voice penetrates the moment. Paralysed by fear, I stare into Alex’s now apologetic eyes. I take in every feature, committing everything we just shared to memory, because I know without a doubt, this is the first, and last time, I will ever touch him. Taste him. Be with him.
“Is that you?”
Time stops. My heart does too.
“Yeah, Dad. It’s me.”
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About the Author
Remy Blake is a male and female author duo, Jacob Chance and Marley Valentine. Pairing up to have some fun, they write steamy, short reads, with insta love/lust, a guaranteed HEA. You can expect twice the debauchery in every book they write.
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to every reader who purchased, borrowed or read Debauchery with Kindle Unlimited.
This book was the home stretch for the King University Series and it pushed us to our limits for so many different reasons. But, thankfully, we made it and we couldn’t be more proud. Of this book, and the whole series. Thank you all so much for coming on this ride with us.
We have to thank Laura, because without this Harper’s spanish would’ve been shit house, and this book might not have made it to the end. You helped us every step of the way, going above and beyond and we owe you. BIG TIME.
Shauna, we’re crazy, and our schedules and deadlines are insane, but you always make time for us, and our books. Patient and accomodating is the bare minimum of what you are. Thank you and until the next book.
Hawkeye’s Proofing expect some starbucks vouchers in the mail.
Jodi, Michelle, and Annette, thank you for your enthusiasm with this whole series. For all the help you’ve given us, the numerous and never ending ways. Releases run better because of people like you.
Thank you to all the members of Remy Blake’s Room of Raunch and all the original Jacob and Marley fans for being so incredibly supportive of everything we write and every crazy idea we have.
We appreciate you all, more than anything else.