Blurb:Ky Maxwell is a PR guy who’s desperate for work. When his cushy movie studio job disappears, he tries everything to find new employment until his former boss takes pity on him and refers him to a major movie studio about to go into production on a huge sci-fi trilogy. Ky’s excited about the project until his prospective employer, Lisa Bird, insists she needs to do an astrological chart of Ky and a psychic reading as part of the interview. His crazy maybe-boss predicts a new man coming into Ky’s life. This new man will have a fire sign, she claims, is probably a Leo, his first name will start with a “T,” and he will be in his early 30s. Ky, however, couldn’t be less interested in her prediction. He needs work, and love won’t pay the bills. Unfortunately, Ky doesn’t get the job because Lisa believes he isn’t a team player and because their stars are out of alignment. That would be fine, except that the reading she gave him proves to be frighteningly accurate. Soon, Ky has no idea which of the two wonderful new guys he meets is his “forever man.” How can he choose? Or will they, too, vanish as fast as Ky’s last paycheck?…
…In my room, we undressed in haste. He had beautiful, smooth skin and a scar on his shoulder I ran my fingers and tongue over. He liked that. His body was beautiful, his cock sweet and juicy, once I liberated it from his tight, tiny, colorful briefs.
“You even like a garden in your pants,” I said. His undies were fun. I liked them, even though they took me by surprise.
“Of course,” he said. “No weeds here.”
I laughed. We got on the bed, falling in a wild heap, attacking each other with our hands and mouths. I had no idea what kind of soap he used, but he smelled so sexy and spicy. I caught hints of sandalwood and even rose. He was divine. I sucked his cock, enjoying the silky, solid feel of it. He was an active, noisy lover. When he came, he let out the sexiest cry. And then it was my turn.
He knew what he was doing. He pressed me back on the bed and kissed my cock, licking it from the base up. He murmured phentermine things in Spanish I couldn’t understand but drove me crazy. He kissed and licked my thighs, working his way back to my cock and balls. He looked so beautiful sucking me, his hair falling over his face, I felt like I’d been graced by an angel. He sucked me until I came, then glanced up at me, swallowing hard.
“Wow,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “you are a ball of fire.”
I grinned. “Speak for yourself.”
He was fun in bed, and I found myself wanting to go further than sucking and licking, but it wasn’t my thing the first time, usually. Turned out it wasn’t his, either.
“I hear the others,” he said. “Time for lunch!”
He bounded out of bed, and I was astonished to see a long scar, almost like a whip lash down his back that I hadn’t seen before, curving from his shoulder across his body to his hip. It was very faint, but there.
I wanted to ask what happened but Angus was hammering at the door.
“Come on you two; we’re ready to eat.”
We redressed, swapping more hot kisses. I brushed his hair back from his face with my fingers.
“Who hurt you?” I asked.
“Long story.” He leaned in and kissed me. “Someday I will tell it to you. When I feel like pulling a few more weeds…”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: A. J. Llewellyn
A. J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in his fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled. A. J. loves male/male erotica, has a passion for all animals—especially the dog, the cat and the turtle. A. J. believes that love is a song best sung out loud.