Tending to Rose (Rose and Thorne #2) now out!

Rose and Thorne are back, taking their relationship to the next level, even if Rose thinks Thorne's a little crazy for the lifestyle he wants to lead.

As Rose gears up for competitive bodybuilding, Thorne worries about what Rose is doing to his body. When Rose passes out after the competition, Thorne knows he's right to worry and he's determined to make sure Rose never does anything like it again.

Rose wants to contribute, though, especially when he finds out Thorne wants to open his own tattoo and piercing parlor. Can Thorne convince his lover that Rose is worth more to him than any purse Rose could win, and that what they do in the bedroom is not only not weird, but nobody's business but their own?

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Rose slept for two days at Thorne’s place -- just exhausted and totally, physically overwhelmed. He’d never trained so hard, never been so deep in it. He’d won, though. So it had to be worth it.

Thorne fed him every time he opened his eyes and then encouraged him back to sleep. This time, though, Thorne was snugged up tight against him, fast asleep himself. He hummed, wrapping around Thorne, hands sliding on Rosie’s spine. Thorne moaned for him, pushed in tighter.

“Mmm.” He kissed Thorne’s temple. This man was good to him.

Thorne smiled against his chest and rubbed all along his body. Thorne felt so good against him, and it felt great, to have his cock fill, begin to swell.

Groaning, Thorne wrapped his mouth around his right nipple, suction beginning.

“Thorne.” Hell, yeah. Teeth scored his nipple. “Thorne!” Fuck, that was hot.

Thorne chuckled, moved on to his other nipple.

“I tried not to wake you...” Rose pushed his fingers through Thorne’s short, short hair.

“Mmm. I’m glad you did.”

“Me too.” He was finally awake, hard, ready.

Thorne rubbed against him, their pricks bumping. Rose moaned, trying to decide if he wanted a kiss or those lips on his nipples.

“Gonna pierce these,” Thorne told him, fingers plucking at him.

He moaned, shook his head, but his prick throbbed. Thorne smiled and then brought their lips together, kissing him. Oh, he remembered these kisses. Rose dove into the kisses, his tongue fucking Thorne’s lips. That slender body felt so fucking good against him, and Thorne’s mouth was magic.

He draped one leg over Thorne, tugged him closer. Thorne’s hand reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezed one cheek. He flexed, butt tightening.

“Fuck, that’s pretty damn hot, Rosie.”

A grunt seemed to be a good enough answer. He just wanted Thorne.

Thorne’s fingers slid along his ass and then teased his crack. He chuckled, but his body moved, pushed against the touch.

“So eager. It’s sexy, Rosie.”

“I want to feel good.”

“Smart man.” Thorne pushed one finger hard against his hole.

Rose moaned, rolled over on top of Thorne.

“Get me the lube, Rosie.”

He’d been here enough times now to know where it was, and he fished it out.

“You know what would be hot, Rosie? If you got yourself ready for me.”

“Perv.” He winked, leaned up and hid his shyness in a kiss.

Thorne’s laughter filled his mouth. “I am. A big perv. You’d be so hot, though, doing that.” Thorne’s fingers slid along his arms.

“For you.” He’d never done that, not for anyone.

“Yes.” Thorne’s gaze was like another touch.

Okay, wow. Thorne was right. Hot. He opened the lube, got his fingers slick.

Thorne licked his lips. “Sexy man.”

He tried to flex, but his muscles were still recovering. Thorne’s hands were warm as they slid over Rose’s chest and upper arms.

“God, that’s good. Your hands.” Rose pushed his hand behind himself, fingertip sliding over his own hole.

Thorne shifted so he could watch. “Not as good as that.”

Rose felt his blush heating him up, toes to nose. The moan that came from Thorne echoed the words and made him hotter. Rose arched a little more, finger sliding inside himself, spreading the lube around. One of Thorne’s fingers pushed in next to his. A deep sound left Rose, raw and hungry.