Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys, #1)

by Felicity Snow

I look down at my dick tucked away in my jeans, and give it a stern talking to. “You behave yourself,” I tell it. “I know he’s gorgeous, and super sweet, and cooks like a God, and makes me laugh, and his fucking feet smell like heaven which should totally be illegal, but he’s just a friend and you need to remember that. Don’t embarrass us.”

God I feel like a fucking whore and I fucking love it.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter than one man’s cum embedded in the chest hair of another man.

At least one good thing has come of all this though, and that is the fact that I have become very well acquainted with my prostate. Wow! Holy grits and cornbread, that thing is amazing.

My sweet, teddy bear Viking.

“I’ve been practicing, too. You’re not the only one who has been traumatizing bananas.”

I’m realizing as we eat that there’s no first date jitters, no worrying about making a good impression or trying to impress my date, no nerves at all, because it’s him. And we already know each other, and are comfortable together. I’ve never been so at ease with someone before, or so utterly fucking happy.

Jesus I’ve never experienced sex like this before. Sex with Bentley is so much more intense than any sex I’ve had with a woman. It’s electric and raw, and passionate, but there’s also so much more intimacy involved, more vulnerability.

I love that he knows what creamer to buy for my coffee, and that his laundry is mixed in with mine, now.