Piggyback

Carry Me 2

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 43,436
3 Ratings (4.3)

Trace Plinter is a player. He doesn’t deny it. When his current lover decides to move on, he has no problem giving Patrick his blessing. After all, he’d been ready to do the same for over a month. When Trace rescues a cute farmer from a barn fire, he recognizes attraction in the man’s sweet green eyes, but he doesn’t have time to talk to Laramie and thinks he’s missed his chance to explore a new lover—until Trace sees Laramie again at a diner and makes his move.

Laramie Goshen is just coming to terms with his uncle’s death when the father who beat him and disowned him for being gay reenters his life—proclaiming that he owns half the pig farm his uncle left Laramie free and clear. When Laramie refuses to give in to his father’s demands, problems start happening at the farm. Laramie finds his fantasies filled with the sexy firefighter who rescues him from the fire that burned his barn to the ground. But when that same firefighter makes his interest known, Laramie is at odds. The complication of a boyfriend is the last thing he needs.

They strike a bargain—sex with no strings attached. Trace loves the arrangement, but is unprepared for the protective feelings that surface when he learns that Laramie’s father convinced the construction company to refuse Laramie’s business, making it nearly impossible for him to rebuild his barn. If Trace decides to try to make their situation more permanent, will Laramie even be receptive?

Piggyback
3 Ratings (4.3)

Piggyback

Carry Me 2

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 43,436
3 Ratings (4.3)
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The way Laramie pressed against him, fitting so perfectly to his side, pleased Trace in ways beyond the physical response of his body, which was quite nice considering the boner he had in his jeans. Trace didn’t mind PDA and was pleased Laramie seemed just fine with it, as well.

The waitress arrived, stalling conversation, but Trace couldn’t bring himself to pull his arm away. Their orders arrived, and Trace needed two hands for his burger, so he did have to release the smaller man. Vincent must have noticed his reluctance to move, because he lifted one brow in question as he popped a fry into his mouth.

Trace raised a shoulder in a half-shrug. Something about this guy was bringing out protective instincts Trace didn’t realize he even had. It was…odd. Instead of thinking about it, Trace focused on his food and chatted with his two dinner companions. He learned about the two Tennessee Walkers Laramie owned. It was easy to see the animals were the farmer’s pride and joy. Trace hoped he’d get the opportunity to see these animals, just not right away. He wanted to see a bed first, preferably, with Laramie in it, naked.

He knew his thoughts must have shown in his expression, for when Laramie looked at him, he froze. Laramie swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, then a heated smile curved the other man’s lips. Laramie slipped his tongue out and licked his lips, slowly, taunting Trace.

Trace grinned and leaned toward him so he could whisper, “You better be done with your supper, cutie, otherwise we’re going to show the local citizens things they probably don’t want to see.”

Laramie tilted his head back so he could look Trace in the eye. “Yeah, I think I could be convinced to be done.”

“And how would you like to be convinced?” Trace teased, enjoying the banter quite a bit. It had been some time since he’d had this much fun just seducing a man.

Laramie cocked his head and narrowed his eyes, looking for all the world as if he was seriously pondering Trace’s question. Trace’s grin widened and he waited, all-be-it impatiently. Finally, Laramie replied, “Well, I guess a kiss might do it.” He shrugged carelessly. “Gotta see if we’re compatible, after all. A guy’s kiss can be very telling.”

“Oh, yeah?” Trace responded.

Laramie lifted a brow, challenge in his expression.

Trace knew the importance of a first kiss, and an overwhelming pressure to prove to this man that he could give him pleasure flooded him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a man so much. Accepting Laramie’s challenge, Trace cupped the man’s jaw with one hand and leaned close. He paused with their lips a couple inches apart, and Trace used a thumb to rub lightly over the top corner of Laramie’s lip.

He heard Laramie’s breath catch, and that was what he was waiting for. Trace closed the distance between them and brushed his lips against the other man’s once, twice, getting the feel of Laramie’s mouth, using the panting breaths puffing against his lips to gauge his companion’s reaction. He resisted the urge to take Laramie’s mouth fully, to plunder and explore. This was neither the time nor place, and Trace knew this little enticement was just a prelude for things to come.

Gently, Trace nipped Laramie’s bottom lip and pulled away. The glazed lust he saw in Laramie’s dilated eyes pleased him. Oh, yes, he’d have this man very soon.

“Well, Laramie,” he murmured, keeping the man’s jaw cupped in his palm, wanting to remain in physical contact. “What’s your verdict?”

Laramie blinked several times, seeming to come out of his lustful fog. His eyes darted glances around before focusing on Trace. “I think we need to get out of here.”

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