Friday, February 07, 2014

Under the covers Blog Hop

Love is in the air and I thought I would share a little about me and then an excerpt from one of my favorite stories.

I met my husband 24 years ago. we've been married just over twenty years and have two children. he's never purchased me a Valentine's Day gift. Never a card, chocolates or flowers. In past years, we have done special little gifts for our boys, but holidays aren't really part of who we are as a couple. But that doesn't mean I don't know what I mean to him. Every day is Valentine's Day, Mother's day and every other holiday that is meant to show a person that they are loved and needed.

it's the little things like calling on his way home from work...every day...to see if I need him to pick up dinner. Sometimes I get busy writing or yes, sadly napping lol that I don't get dinner in the over. Never a complaint from him, rather checking to see if he can do anything to make my life easier.

Just as I get up early so he has breakfast and a cup of coffee before he leaves for work.

It works, without gifts, chocolates and saying I love you on one particular day. it's the showing of love everyday that counts for me.

Now for a tasty excerpt. Bent for His Will is about sacrifice, and then being brave enough to risk every thing for the one you love.

Bent for His Will - Erotic excerpt
Copyright - KyAnn Waters

To Purchase on Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Bent-For-His-Will-ebook/dp/B007WGFPA0/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&qid=1336880604&sr=8-11


“I can’t believe it. My best friend thinks I want to fuck his girlfriend. This is a conversation I never thought I’d have with you. So what was it that bothered you more? My hands on her ass or her hands on mine?”

Logan was quiet. His ribs ached from the pounding of his heart. “I don’t know.”

“Think hard.”

Logan took a step closer.

Will retreated a step.

“Both.” After tonight Logan had to get this fucking weight off his chest. The pressure was suffocating. “I don’t want other men holding—groping—Renna.” She was his girlfriend and he couldn’t stand the thought of her with another man, not even his gay best friend.

“I never groped.” Will backed against the counter. Perspiration beaded at his temple. “And I’m not other men.”

“I know.” Logan drew in a ragged gasp. Renna wasn’t the only problem. His cock ached and his head swam with insecurity. Admitting he was possessive of his best friend wasn’t easy. Admitting that the feelings weren’t completely platonic was unsettling. “I don’t want anyone, male or female, touching you either.” Powerless to stop himself, his mouth was moving and the words spilled from his lips.

Will laughed but nothing was funny about the tide of want surging through Logan. His ears burned and his head pounded. Heat raced into his neck and his stomach roiled with uncertainty.

He tentatively settled his hand on Will’s belly. “What if I told you I think about touching you?” Logan stilled his trembling fingers, exerting just enough pressure against Will to show his intent.

Will didn’t move, didn’t flinch a muscle except the one behind the fly of his jeans. He was stoic and silent.
Oh fuck. Logan waited, fearing Will would pull away. When he didn’t, Logan tugged on the hem of Will’s shirt. “I do. But tonight I want to more than think. I need to touch you.”

“You’ve had too much to drink.” Will’s voice quavered.

“No. I haven’t had near enough to drown the image of you…” He released a shaky exhale. “You with me, out of my head.”

“Logan, don’t. I love you too much to let you say or do something you’d regret.” Will pushed Logan’s hands away. The touch sent a jolt of liquid heat scorching through him. He burned and he didn’t want Will stepping back.

Logan wanted Will closer. “How do you know I’d have regrets?”

“Because you aren’t gay.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you love pussy.”

He did, loved the wet heat of Renna’s cunt surrounding his cock. Her soft whimpers and sharp nails. This was different and no less arousing. “You’re right. I’m straight.” He glimpsed Will’s groin. Will’s cock strained against the front of his jeans. Logan swallowed. Blood roared through his ears. Fuck, maybe he wasn’t completely straight, but just a little bent.

He could live with that. Because he couldn’t live without taking the chance, risk his friendship to—to what? Experiment with Will? Touch him? Kiss him? Fuck him? His stomach rolled. Tonight he didn’t know what he wanted. He only knew if left to Will, they never would be anything but friends. Logan wasn’t sure that was enough.

“What are you worried about?” Logan whispered.

“Losing you.”

“Won’t happen.”

“You’re right. Because nothing is going to happen between us. You’ve been drinking. You had a fight with your girlfriend and I’m not going to be the cause of your break-up.”

Guilt wormed its way into Logan’s gut. Though his relationship with Will wasn’t some hook-up, it could still hurt Renna. Logan cared about her. He couldn’t cheat on her because he wouldn’t risk losing her.

But, like breathing, his responses for Will were uncontrolled, and Logan didn’t want to control them. He’d figure out what to do tomorrow. He’d talk to Renna, be honest with her. He’d have to be because he couldn’t lie to her and he couldn’t continue to lie to himself. But, tonight…tonight was about Will. “This isn’t about Renna. Just you and me.”

“Believe me, you’d have regrets. We both would.”

“Would you regret kissing me?” He leaned in and drank in the scent of Will’s cologne. “I know you want to.”

“No,” Will whispered. “Because I’m not going to kiss you.”

Logan’s heart felt as if it jumped into his throat then plummeted to his feet. He put his hand on Will’s waist.
Electric current flowed through him, heating him, sending a high frequency vibration through every nerve. A rush of adrenaline weakened his knees, yet had him wanting more. “Then I’ll kiss you.” Oh fuck, he was going to kiss Will. His lips tingled and yet he shivered with fear of what it would mean to kiss him…what would happen if he kissed him…what would happen if he didn’t. That thought was more unsettling than the truth—that he was as attracted to Will as he was to Renna. Something different fluttered in his gut, something no less arousing than what he felt with Renna.

Logan did it. He slanted his lips over Will’s.

Will sucked in a quick breath. Then he stilled.

The kiss was just lips, soft and warm. Logan had never kissed a man, never wanted to until this moment. His head lightened and his cock hardened.

Will groaned, fisting his hands at his side. Logan rested his hands on Will’s hips and sliced the edge of his tongue along Will’s mouth. “Kiss me, Will.”

“No.”

When Will spoke, Logan slipped inside. Kissing Will was dangerous because he tasted so good. Raw, masculine, and forbidden.

A ravishing growl rolled from Will. He snaked his arms around Logan, grabbed his ass, and ground their cocks together. “Fuck.” Will became the aggressor. His mouth opened, plunging deep, swirling over Logan’s teeth. Tongues tangled and sparred. Hot, wet, intense.

Will shifted their positions and backed Logan against the refrigerator. “We shouldn’t do this,” he hissed into Logan’s mouth. “But fuck, I can’t take anymore.” He cupped Logan’s cock and gently squeezed. “You wanted to know. Now you do.” He stroked Logan through his trousers. “Yes. I want this, want you.” His lips feathered along Logan’s neck. His mouth was hot and thrilling. Sucking, tasting and kissing. Will glided his hands higher, delving between them and tugging on the snap to Logan’s trousers.

Holy shit. Will moved fast. Logan fought to keep up, chasing Will’s mouth. Lips crushed lips. The whir of Logan’s zipper sent a hot torrent of need into his cock. Quivers rippled over his abdominals. His stomach tightened and Will’s knuckles brushed against Logan’s flesh. Fire licked his loins. His balls throbbed and his dick was kicking to get out of his pants.

Logan was breathing hard, immersed in the moment, awaiting Will’s touch. “Ah. Fuck.”

Giveaway
Leave me a comment. What does it take to make you feel loved and special?
Winner will receive their choice of digital title from my backlist.
2nd Winner (must be in the US) Will receive a fun stuffed envelope.

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18 comments:

Jeanette Platt said...

My husband doesn't do many romantic things but when he does it is wonderful... He does little things that let me know I am loved... He tucks me into bed, makes me relax if I am getting to stressed, and humors my wild ideas... But most of all he is always there when i need someone. We have been together for almost 15 years married for going on 11 years... He lets me know I am loved everyday.

j.m.platt83@gmail.com

Debbie said...

My husband was the most unromantic person you could find but he did the same type of little things to let me know he was thinking of me.

Anonymous said...

I like when a guy is clearly paying attention to your unique likes, and not just regurgitating some one-size-fits-all wooing method! (Loved BENT FOR HIS WILL, by the way...)

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H.B. said...

I'm actually a easy person to please. I just want that special someone to be themselves and do what they think is special. Be it a peck on the lips and a hug and just a "Happy Valentine's Day, I love you." or going out of their comfort zone and pulling all the stops.

humhumbum AT yahoo DOT com

melissa crisp said...

It doesn't take too much to make me feel loved. Clean up so I don't have to is always the best. Really its the little things that make me feel the most loved.
leighannecrisp at yahoo dot com

Tamara Hoffa said...

Hot scene! Sounds wonderful

Donna Newman said...

Honestly I love the little things to, sure flowers are nice but I just love when he says I love you first or stuff like that. I am really not hard to please at all.

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WckdKtty said...

doing anything together, even if its just cooking supper. So the helping hand is the best.

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bn100 said...

someone else cooking

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Majecscontesttx said...

I feel most special when my husband actually takes me somewhere.. I am now at home all day every day except for 3 hours on Sunday.

SiNn said...

In all out honesty I feel loved and special everyday of the year i feel it everytime he tells me how beautiful i am even if i feel and look like crap I feel it when he smiles or says something to make me laugh Ithink I feel itmore so because we click he gets me in a profound way that no one else really could ever do.

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Natasha said...

Just doing stuff together, even if it is little things.
Thanks for the chance to win!
natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com

Mary @SweepingMe said...

I am really easy and my hubby knows this so every once in a while he will try to do or make something extremely special for me. I know I am loved so all the things he does shows me that.

Thanks for the great giveaway!
I would love the stuffed envy! Sounds exciting!

Mary
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Life Without Frank said...

I'm pretty easy, just doing the dishes, holding me while watching a movie or giving me a kiss before we leave for work. I'm lucky he tells me often how much he loves me.

Shannon
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wanda f said...

Walking the dogs for me or taking our daughter to school so I can sleep in .Cooking dinner without complaining lolIm easy to please.
flanagan@mebtel.net

Debby said...

My husband likes to surprise me every once in a while. I love them. they are so special.
debby236 at gmail dot com

Julia Cosgrove said...

I guess I would feel loved and special if I were given a day for me.

June M. said...

I think little things make me feel more loved ad special. Although it is not a romantic love, when I was laid up on bed rest due to blood clots, my family made sure to spend lots of time with me and that I had plenty of books to read :) Definitely an important thing to me!
June
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