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by Heather Mar-Gerrison


  He smiled, his eyes glowing, “it really is, isn’t it?” he asked excitedly, “I’m gonna run it past your mum too.”

  I frowned. Surely not yet? Where was my kiss? “You’re not leaving me already are you?” I asked. Jeez, he’d only just got here... what about a kiss or twenty?

  He smiled, “Why?” he asked, “What did you have in mind?”

  I raised my eyebrows, “Well... The barn’s empty at the moment...”

  He smiled, “Uh-huh,” he said, raising his own eyebrows back at me, “And...?”

  I fluttered my eyelashes, “And I’ve been working really hard. I’m hot and sweaty and I really need a hug...”

  He chuckled, “Hot and sweaty, huh?” he asked, “Mmm, just the way I like you.”

  I knew that... I smiled, “What would you have me remove first?”

  He pushed me into the barn, “Anything.” He said, pressing his lips against mine and kissing me in that insistent way of his that I loved, “Just do it quickly.”

  I unfastened my jeans buttons and dropped my jeans and boxer shorts. My cock bounced around, desperate for attention.

  Hendrix groaned and dropped to his knees, “Oh, my God, look at you.” He murmured, stroking down my length with his finger, “So fucking beautiful.”

  I leaned back against the door and sighed as he took me deeply into his mouth and started to deep-throat me. This was utter heaven. Hendrix knew exactly what got me off and his technique was utterly superb.

  “Oh, baby.” I murmured, threading my fingers through his hair as he sucked me down.

  He moaned around my cock, his eyes closed and one hand cupping my balls. He gripped my cock at the base gently but firmly as he sucked and licked his way up and down my shaft. God this was absolutely unbelievable.

  “I’m gonna totally do the same to you as soon as you’re done.” I murmured, “I want to taste you and suck you and make you come all down my chin.”

  I loved talking about what I wanted to do to him and he loved it just as much as I did.

  He growled deep in his throat and I looked down. Just as I thought, he’d got his own cock out and he was working himself as he sucked me. He was getting so turned on...

  Seeing him working his own cock while he was still sucking me was too much for me to hold back the orgasm that was building. I let go and emptied myself into his waiting mouth. “Ohhhh, God, Hendrix.” I murmured, “You are so damned good at that.”

  He grinned up at me, “Yeah, I’m a pro.” He winked.

  I smiled back down at him, “You’re my pro.” I corrected, “You’re all mine these days.”

  He chuckled, “and I’m ready for you.” He said, standing up and leaning against the wall, lazily still playing with his cock as he watched me sink to my knees.

  I knocked his hand away, and wrapped my hand around his cock, “you are so damned beautiful,” I said as I ran my tongue along his length, “beautiful and bright and really good at making ice-cream.”

  He chuckled, “And here was I thinking you were only interested in my body.”

  I shook my head, “I’m interested in the full package.” I said, “And I’m going to suck you till you’re coming now.”

  He closed his eyes and smiled, “Go on then – it won’t take long.”

  “We’ll do it properly later.” I murmured, “When I’ve got you in our bed.”

  He stroked a finger down my cheek, “I love you.” He murmured, “I really love you.”

  I smiled up at him, “I love you too.” I said, “So much.”

  I took him in my mouth and started to suck him. He groaned above me and I felt him start to thrust. He was getting into it and I loved that I could make him fall apart like this.

  “Oh, God.” He gasped, “Coming!”

  I was ready for it and swallowed him down as I worked him with one hand and sucked and slurped as best I could with my mouth. Most of it went down my chin but hey – I wasn’t the pro. I was just doing the best I could and he didn’t care if my technique was shit anyway. He loved me and I loved him – and that was all that mattered in the end...

  The End

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  Coming Soon

  Simon... Spellbound

  Prologue

  What the hell was I doing here? It might have been a classy place but this guy was a total creep. I really had to get out of here. I stood up and picked up my jacket.

  He looked up with a puzzled frown as I stood up. “Hey,” he scowled at me and grabbed my arm as I made to leave, “Where do you think you’re going? We only just got here.”

  I shrugged, “I have something better to do.” I said truthfully – even though it would only mean watching Netflix alone in my room, “I’m going home.”

  He shook his head, “Nuh-uh,” he said, “You’re not going anywhere. I was told on good authority that you were a sure thing.”

  Rude. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “And who told you that?” I asked.

  “I believe she said she was your sister.” He grinned at me but it was really more of a snarl. In that split second moment all I felt for my foster sister was absolute hatred... But no. He had to be exaggerating. She was a bitch but she wasn’t all that bad… not deep down. Taking a deep, calming breath I decided that I was prepared to give her the benefit of the doubt and to believe that she meant well and was trying to set me up with a new guy to make me feel better following my utterly disastrous relationship with Joss – after all, I was a better person than that… So why was there still that nagging feeling that I couldn’t let go of that she’d totally set me up with this creep? I made a mental note to give her a piece of my mind when I got back…

  “Laura?” I scoffed, “Are you actually serious?” Would she really be so crass? Actually yes, she totally would. Laura was my foster sister and we were definitely not what you could call close anymore – it hadn’t always been that way – when we were little we got on great guns... It was just lately that she’d started to totally resent me being around…

  I shook my head as he continued to grin at me in that predatory way – I was no one’s bitch… “Well, she was mistaken – and she’s not my sister anyway, dickhead; she’s only my foster sister and we don’t really get along. I’m guessing she thought this was some kind of joke, so I’ll apologise on her behalf and I’ll be on my way.”

  His grip on my arm got tighter and his expression turned to one of anger. Well, that was just great, wasn’t it? I could see that I was going to have to show him that being gay didn’t mean being a pansy as so many people seemed to labour under the misapprehension of… “Let go of my arm, dude.” I said in a warning voice.

  “Hey!” Another voice to my left shouted, making us both jump. I turned to find the most gorgeous guy I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing stood in front of me and Dickhead, looking heartily annoyed, “You heard him,” he snarled, “Let go of my friend’s arm.”

  I was about to open my mouth and tell him quite indignantly that I was not apprehending Dickhead at all when Dickhead spoke and I realised that Gorgeous was actually speaking to him.

  “Your friend?” Dickhead sneered, looking him up and down as if he were a cockroach or something equally as horrible.

  Gorgeous took a step closer, “That’s what I just said, isn’t it?” He asked sarcastically.

  Dickhead dropped my arm and snorted, “He was a crap date anyway,” he muttered and walked away.

  I turned towards Gorgeous, “Thanks.” I said awkwardly, “I was handling it – but thanks for the support.”

  He just smiled and nodded, “Glad to be of help.” He said sticking his hand out, “My name’s Simon,”

  I grinned and took his hand in mine. It was warm and sl
ightly roughened making me wonder what he did for a living. “Benny.” I said, “It’s uh, it’s really nice to meet you.”

  Simon nodded, “Likewise.” He said looking at me with unguarded interest, “Do you really have somewhere you have to be, or would you like to stay for a drink?”

  I grinned. Being hit on by someone that looked like him was rare – and very welcome… “A drink sounds pretty good actually.” I agreed.

  Chapter I – Wading in…

  Simon

  Sitting in my booth at the club my cousin owned and nursing my glass of cola just to be doing something rather than being at home on my night off where it was becoming more than unbearable to be, I couldn’t help overhearing a conversation going on in the booth right next to me.

  Some guy was having a drink with another guy – but the arsehole of the two of them seemed to be under the impression that the other one wanted to go home with him – and that really wasn’t what it sounded like to me…

  “Let go of my arm dude.”

  That was it. I’d heard enough… I shot out of my seat and rounded the corner, “You heard him.” I snarled, “Let go of my friend’s arm.” I’d acted on instinct and well before I’d even had a good look at the aggressor. I wasn’t unduly worried – being a rugby player I was pretty well built and strong enough to take on pretty much anyone – that said, I wasn’t a street-fighter kind of guy and I wouldn’t dream of carrying a knife – but I knew nothing of this guy... At this point I still hadn’t even looked at the guy being manhandled – as much as I knew, he might have been able to totally take care of himself for as much notice I’d taken before wading in. It was a terrible weakness of mine...

  I decided to check at that moment and I’m not gonna lie to you, my knees about buckled when he looked around at me with a slightly surprised look on his beautiful face. Holy fucking shit, Date Guy was the most beautiful guy I’d ever laid eyes on – and since he was on a date with another guy – I was guessing that he must also be gay…

  The bully left as he looked up, and up again (six feet five – what can I say? I’m huge) and Date Guy smiled up at me, “Thanks.” He said, “I was handling it – but thanks anyway.”

  I smiled back at him, my heart in my mouth. He had dark wavy hair and dark brown eyes that I swear were made up with mascara and a little guy liner – something I’d only used when I was staying over at a friend’s house or when Mum and Dad were away on business. They would totally freak if they saw me wearing anything other than jeans and a tee shirt and make up was definitely not an option at him – it was something they would never accept in a million years.

  Date Guy was looking at me with open interest but I had no idea what I was going to do now that I’d charged in and helped – I was utterly crap at the whole chatting up thing. I’d never come out to anyone in the family other than my brother, Buzz, and I was terrified of anyone ever finding out. Still, there was something about this particular guy that I couldn’t help being drawn to. I stuck my hand out – I know, I know – I’m way too formal and old before my time… “Glad to be of help,” I said, “My name is Simon.”

  His answering smile made my heart beat even faster. He grabbed my offered hand and pumped it, “I’m Benny.” He said, “It’s really nice to meet you.”

  Short Stories by Heather Mar-Gerrison

  Friends

  Zoe’s First Date with Fate

  Save The Last Dance (Dance #1)

  Can We Dance (Dance #2)

  Inevitable…

  Seven

  Something Stupid

  Maybe Never…

  Kiss The Boy (Boy Next Door #1)

  Are We Good...? (Boy Next Door #2)

  Equal Measures (Boy Next Door #3)

  Some Kind of Paradise (Boy Next Door #4)

  Without You... (Boy Next Door #5)

  Looking for Trouble (Boy Next Door #6)

  Best Boyfriend Ever... (Boy Next Door #7)

  Racing Hearts... (Boy Next Door #8)

  I need a little time... (Boy Next Door #9)

  What If... I Belonged to You? (What If? #1)

  Coming Soon

  What If... I Want Commitment? (What If? #2)

  What If... I Remember? (What If? #3)

  What If... I told you a secret (What If? #4)

  Desperate (Last Christmas #1)

  Oblivious (Last Christmas #2)

  Determined (Last Christmas #3)

  Contemporary Romance by

  Heather Mar-Gerrison

  The One That Got Away

  If I Can’t Have You

  Like No Other

  Summer Break (Summer Break series #1)

  Too Easy to Pretend

  Operation Boyfriend (Operation Boyfriend #1)

  All Kinds of Trouble (Operation Boyfriend #2)

  The Trouble with Tyler (Operation Boyfriend #3)

  What Happens with Vegas (Operation Boyfriend #4)

  True… Love (Riverside #1)

  Tomas… Enchanted (Riverside #2)

  Tatum… Undercover (Riverside #3)

  Toby… Captivated (Riverside #4)

  Trey… Unbelievable (Riverside #5)

  Sam… Distracted (Riverside #6)

  Peyton... Protected (Studs & Steel #1)

  River... Redeemed (Studs & Steel #2)

  Alfie... Abused (Studs & Steel #3)

  Buzz... Bedazzled (Studs & Steel #4)

  Looking For Lorenzo (A Studs & Steel Novella)

  A Shoulder To Cry On... (A Studs & Steel Novella)

  Coming Soon

  Emilio… Enraptured (Riverside #7)

  Riverside… The Weddings (Riverside #8)

  Stake Out... (Studs & Steel #5)

  Simon... Spellbound (Studs & Steel #6)

  Seth... Saved (Studs & Steel #7)

  Thai... Troubled (Studs & Steel #8)

  Summer Dreams (Summer Break #2)

  Clean Break (Summer Break #3)

  When Deanna Met Lincoln (Operation Boyfriend #5)

  Misunderstood… Theo’s Fight For Love (Operation Boyfriend #6)

  Heather also writes historical romance eBooks

  The Duchess of Chittenden (Duchess #1)

  Highway to Society (Duchess #2)

  The Real Duke of Circhester (Brunswick #1)

  Philip Brunswick is getting married (Brunswick #2)

  Coming Soon

  Matilda’s Escape (Brunswick #3)

  An Unlikely Hero

  The Lady and the Blacksmith

  Rosy’s leap year

  Gabriella’s unexpected proposal

  The Other Son… (Duchess #3)

  Check out my blog at https://www.heathermar-gerrison.blogspot.com for news of my upcoming books.

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  About the Author

  I live in Nottingham, England with my lovely, long suffering and incredibly patient husband and my two beautiful daughters. We also have two cats that we adopted from the RSPCA, Bella and Romeo... and a brand new member of the family – Enzo, our Border Terrier puppy...

  When I’m not looking after a wayward puppy – I’m generally writing a book, any spare time I get between these two pursuits, you can either find me curled up with a good book that someone else wrote and a cat or a dog on my knee in place of the laptop, or I’ll be pottering about in the greenhouse, whilst plotting my next storyline in my head, muttering to myself like a crazy woman.... It’s not easy living with all the voices of my characters in my head!

 

 

 
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