[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M]
Brandon Erikson knows he doesn't have much chance of finding love. There aren't a lot of opportunities for a man with a little extra padding around the waist and hectic work hours to find the man of his dreams. That is, until he slips and falls at the jazz festival and discovers that the way to a man's heart is through sweet treats.
Dr. Nicolas Syranno is tired of dating men who order salad when he takes them out. He wants someone who takes pleasure in life the way he does, someone who isn't toothpick thin, and someone who understands his crazy work hours as an emergency room doctor.
When Nicolas sees a sexy little blond slip at the jazz festival, has he found the love he has been searching for?
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"I sat down one day with an idea of writing about love on a timetable. Sweet Treats appeared two days later. Love doesn't happen on a timetable. There is no set formula. It just happens. When you find it, grab it, and don't let it go, and forget about whether it's time to love or not. You'll know it." ~ Stormy
A Siren Erotic Romance
5 ANGELS: "Ms. Glenn has begun her new series with a bang ensnaring the reader with laughter, love, and enough heat to fulfill any readers wishes...This is one book that shouldn't be missed! Thanks go to Ms. Glenn for an awesome read!" -- Teresa, Fallen Angel Reviews
4.5 BLUE RIBBONS: "Sweet Treats is another fantastic story by Ms. Glenn. It just goes to show you that men look for the same thing that women do. I loved how everything came together and your able to follow through and be there with the characters as they fall in love. Brandon is like most women worried about their weight. But like my mama said, a way to a mans heart is through his stomach is totally true and Brandon shows us how to do it right. Nicolas is a ER doctor and like all doctors life can be pretty tough to live with their work schedule. But they learn to live through it. I loved this book and once again Stormy Glenn has proven she knows her stuff." -- Annie, Romance Junkies
4 CLOVERS: "Sweet Treats is another Stormy Glenn masterpiece. A true love story of men wanting it all and willing to invest the time to make it happen. Nick and Brandon are fun together, from the first moment of their attraction. The sexual tension is clear and we have fun through the book with them. Sweet Treats is a fun read that will leave you with a most satisfied smile on your face." -- Sandra, CK2s Kwips and Kritiques
Brandon yelped as he felt his feet go out from beneath him, hitting the ground with a thud. He lifted his hand to wipe his curls from his face only to realize that he still had a can of soda in it. He couldn’t help laughing.
The back of his shorts felt wet, telling him that he probably had grass stains on them. He could even feel a small rip in the hem. But he hadn’t spilled a drop of his soda. The more he thought about it, the more hysterical his laughter became.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Brandon turned his head up to see a tall, tanned, muscular, mountain of a man standing over him. His interest peeked immediately. He was gorgeous from the top of his dark brown head to the bottom of his long… long legs.
“Yeah, I’m fine, but thanks for asking.”
The man squatted down next to Brandon, his gaze traveling over his smaller body. “Mind if I have a look? I’m a doctor.” You mean, put your strong powerful hands on my body?
“Okay,” Brandon replied, a grin forming on his lips as the man began checking his legs, then farther up his body. Brandon knew he couldn’t miss the tent growing in his pants.
His gaze traveled over the sexy man, not missing anything. He had short dark brown hair, beautiful emerald green eyes, a strong square jaw with just a hint of a five o’clock shadow. His shoulders seemed as wide as a barn. And the thin white cotton tank top covering his chest looked like it barely containing his thick rippled muscles. He could even see a smattering of hair at the edges of his shirt.
Even his legs were hot. Long, slightly hairy, and totally muscular. Brandon loved a man that kept fit. But his ass, what Brandon could see of it from his position on the grass, was truly glorious… tight, rounded, and ready to be grabbed. Yum!
“Well,” the man chuckled as he looked back at Brandon with shining green eyes, “I think you’re going to be okay. Maybe you should cut back a little on the alcohol for the rest of the day.”
“Oh, I don’t drink, nothing but soda or water for me. I just slipped. One step and wham!” Brandon laughed, feeling like a fool. He certainly didn’t mind meeting this gorgeous man, but he would have preferred doing it from some other position than his ass.
“You don’t drink? Mind if I ask you why?”
“I’m a klutz. If you added alcohol to that, well, I’d probably be crawling everywhere so I didn’t fall or stripping all my clothes off and running naked through the neighborhood. Wouldn’t that give the garden club a stroke?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. I don’t think I’d mind seeing you run naked anywhere,” the man replied with a chuckle. He stood up and reached for Brandon’s hand to pull him to his feet.
Brandon’s eyes flew to his. Was he serious? Oh hell, he certainly hoped so. He had been single now for nearly two years, ever since he had kicked his last boyfriend loose for fooling around on him. It would be nice to meet someone new.
As he pulled Brandon to his feet their bodies came together chest to chest. He stared down into Brandon’s baby blue eyes, his own eyes twinkling. “So, how much alcohol would it take to get you naked?”
Brandon’s eyes widened slightly at his words. Then he began to smile. “How much do you have?”
He chuckled, “Hopefully, enough.”
Brandon could almost guarantee it. As he craned his head back to stare up at the man, he realized just how tall the gorgeous doctor was. He stood at least half a foot taller than Brandon, which didn’t bother Brandon a bit. He liked tall men.
“My name is Nicholas, but you can call me Nick.”
“Brandon, but you can call me anything you want.” I can even give you a few ideas.
Nick laughed, “Hello, Brandon.”
Hot damn! Brandon felt every word in the rumbling of his chest. His voice was low and rough, like aged whiskey. Brandon could listen to him talk for hours.
“Hello,” Brandon whispered, suddenly feeling breathless.
Nick glanced at the can of soda in Brandon’s free hand, noting that it seemed nearly empty. “Is there anything I can get you?” Nick asked, nodding towards Brandon’s half-empty soda can.
“I can think of several things,” Brandon said softly. His glance darted down from Nick’s eyes to his full lips before looking back up.
Nick’s free hand came up to caress the side of Brandon’s face briefly as he stared down into his eyes. It lasted only a few moments, but it seemed like hours as they just stared at each other.
When Nick finally removed his hand from Brandon’s face, he chuckled at the small whimper of protest that Brandon let out. “How about that soda?”
It took Brandon a moment to clear his head and process what Nick was saying to him. Soda… right… he needed a new soda. Who in the hell was he kidding? He needed a flat surface.
“Yeah, a new soda would be great. Thanks.”
Brandon closed the door after watching Nick walk down the hallway and stepped over to drop down onto his couch. This so sucked.
He meets the man of his dreams, brings him home to start off the make out session of the century, and he gets called into work. Brandon grabbed a throw pillow and held it over his face as he yelled into it. Life just was not fair!
Dropping the pillow to the floor, he let his head fall back against the couch. It could be worse. At least Nick had seemed reluctant to leave and he had promised to come back. That was something at least.
Getting to his feet, Brandon headed to the shower. He had to do something to keep himself from thinking about Nick. Besides, he needed to start getting ready for work tomorrow. Four o’clock in the morning came awfully early.
Brandon pulled his clothes off and dropped them in the hamper before climbing into the shower. As he began slowly soaping his body, he wondered if Nick was thinking about him.
The more that he remembered of their few hours together, the harder his cock became. It had only been a few hours, but Brandon couldn’t recall the last time he had enjoyed time spent with someone else so much.
What he had seen of Nick, he was great, and not just in the way that he looked. Brandon was a little concerned that it was all first impressions and not who he really was, but there was enough that he did like that he wanted more time to investigate.
As he started soaping up his cock, he envisioned everything he wanted to explore…Nick’s broad shoulders, muscular chest, even his tight ass.
The more he envisioned, the harder he got. There was just no way around it. He was going to have to do something about his aching cock or he’d never get to sleep.
Luckily, he had the perfect fantasy in mind. It involved a tall sexy doctor that could kiss better than anyone he had ever met. But as he quickly stroked himself, it was Nick’s magical hands that he dreamed about.
He closed his eyes and leaned forward, resting his hand on the shower wall in front of him. In his mind, he saw Nick’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him to completion.
The harder he stroked, the more he fell into his fantasy until he couldn’t tell if it was Nick’s hand wrapped around him or his own. As the pressure built, he started moving his hips, thrusting into his tight grip.
As his thumb brushed over to tip of his cock, Brandon’s legs trembled and his breath caught in his throat.
Feeling himself about to explode, he leaned back against the shower wall and let his other hand fall down to fondle his balls. One touch was all it took.
Brandon threw his head back, crying out Nick’s name as he shot load after load over the tiled wall. He stroked himself a few more times, milking his orgasm until he became too sensitive.
Chuckling to himself at his fantasy, he let go of his cock and continued soaping himself off before rinsing, then stepping from the shower.
As he reached for a towel to dry off, Brandon wondered how Nick would feel if he knew that Brandon had just masturbated to fantasies of him, especially after knowing him for just a few hours.
Brandon hung up his towel and headed for his bed, shaking his head as he went. He had it bad already. He just hoped that Nick wasn’t playing him.
He was headed for a lot of heartache if he was, but only time would tell.