Defining Us: The Calvin & Eric Story (69 Bottles)
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Authors: Zoey Derrick
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Copyright © 2015 Zoey Derrick
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ISBN-13: 978-0996896603
The following is a work of fiction, events that transpire may be similar in nature to real life situation, but are portrayed fictionally here. Research has been conducted however, what you read here may not be entirely accurate.
The following my not be resold, reproduced or redistributed without the express written consent of the owner of the copyright, Zoey Derrick, Kinky Panda Publishing or Zoey Derrick Publishing. For further information, please contact Zoey at
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FOR EMILY -
FOR being there when I need you. For jumping in and taking over even when I don’t think I need you.
This one’s for you!
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
RACHEL - I’M truly running out of ways to tell you thank you, for everything. Without you, I couldn’t keep doing this every day. You spark my imagination and fuel my fictional fantasies. Without you, these wouldn’t be possible.
Parajunkee Rachel - You put up with my shit and design some seriously amazing covers and without you, my books wouldn’t look this good.
Mandy - When I need someone to talk to, you’re always there. When you need some one to vent to, I’ll always be here. Thank you for not only being my editor, but a near and dear friend. Thank you for putting up with my bullshit and me leprechauns. **Did that on purpose, just to make her twitch**
Kelley - I know Calvin & Eric aren’t your cup of tea, but I’m glad you’re reading them anyway. Thank you for being my distraction, purposefully and indirectly. I miss our three hour chats… SOOOON we will be back at it. P.S. Thank you for being my Pimp!
Christine - My PimpQueen - My Ear - My Alpha, My Beta - my friend. You’re AMAZING and I cannot thank you enough for all you’ve done to help bring these two to life, not only for me, but for you and the readers too!
XX
Zoey
LOOKING FOR MORE Zoey Derrick?
Check out these other Titles:
Love’s Wings Series
Finding Love’s Wings
Chasing Love’s Wings
365 Days Series:
One Week
Reason Series:
Give Me Reason
Give Me Hope
Give Me Desire
Give Me Love
69 Bottles Series:
Claiming Addison
Craving Talon
Redeeming Kyle
Taming Dex
Devouring Raine
ULTIMATE READING ORDER
While 69 Bottles can be read without reading previous books, for the ultimate fan experience, this is how I recommend you read these books. However, many readers have started with Claiming Addison or even Taming Dex and found themselves returning to the original stories afterward.
Finding Love’s Wings
Chasing Love’s Wings
One Week
69 Bottles Books:
Calming Addison
Craving Talon
Redeeming Kyle
Taming Dex
Devouring Raine
Defining US
DEAREST READERS,
I cannot thank you enough for your purchase of Defining US: The Calvin and Eric Story.
I know that you have been waiting patiently for their story to come out and I am so happy to be sharing it with you finally.
A few notes about this story…
If this is the first book of mine or in the 69 Bottles Series that you’re reading, ENJOY! There is no need to go back and read the first 5 books in this series before diving into this one. I’ve worked very hard to keep these stories all separate and while you will see some of the characters in previous books, I don’t think that anything is ruined by starting here.
If you’ve been waiting on baited breath for this story, don’t let me waste your time, turn the page and get sucked into the world of Calvin and Eric - Mouse & Peacock.
Thank you for all your love and support and most off all, you patience.
Love you ALWAYS,
XX
Zoey Derrick
“You fucking tell anyone about this and I will kick your ass from here to China,” Billy grunted out as he shoved me on a pile of hay on the far side of the barn. It’s not the most secluded spot, but it will do.
“Your secret is safe with me,” I whisper just as Billy’s rough, chapped lips land on mine without preamble.
Though the connection I have with Billy is purely sexual, the passionate kiss doesn’t stop me from getting worked up. My dick gets harder the longer his lips crush against mine.
Billy moans into my mouth and I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he grinds his growing erection against my hip.
There won’t be any sex, no, we never do that, but I know that eventually he will undo the fly of my jeans and start lavishing my cock with his mouth.
It’s our way, it’s our routine.
The first time we hooked up like this, I got him off first and he freaked out. Screaming and yelling at me in an attempt to make himself feel better about what we’d done. To try and convince himself that he isn’t gay. I shrugged it off, even had a laugh about it, after he’d stormed out of the barn, this barn.
My father hired Billy a couple of summers ago to help around the farm and well, that was where it all started. Though prior to Billy working here, we were not friends. In fact, Billy is the quarterback of our football team. A member of the jock squad at school. You see, in my school, you’re either a jock, a cheerleader or a not. I am a not. Or a ‘not-not’ because I don’t associate with anyone. It’s pretty hard to make friends when you’re pretty sure you’re the only boy in your town that’s gay. At least that’s what you think when you grow up in small town Iowa.
I’d never made a secret of watching Billy work, in fact, that’s how this whole thing started. He’d set out to stop me, or scare me, and what ended up happening was the start of what’s happening now. Sure, he has a girlfriend, but from the rumors I hear, he’s “celibate” or at the very least, gun shy in bed.
Billy’s fingers fiddling with my zipper, unzipping my jacket pulls me out of the memories of where this all began. I groan into his mouth as his tongue slides along mine.
When we’re in here, in a position such as this, I do my best to stay as clothed as possible. It’s rare that anyone comes in here unless they’re working, but it’s always a possibility.
In fact, the first time my father caught Billy and I right here, I ended up with a broken cheekbone. Luckily for me, that happened at the beginning of last summer, so I never actually had to go to school with the nasty ass shiner I had afterwards.
Billy’s fingers reach the button of my jeans and he makes quick work undoing them and plunging his hand inside. He grabs a hold of my cock and strokes, hard. I groan as the pleasure engulfs me, my head falling back against the hay, my lungs gasping for air.
I open my eyes and watch him lick his lips as he slides down my chest toward his prize and he pulls my dick free of my pants.
My body is vibrating with the anticipation of his mouth wrapping around the tip and sucking me down like a hoover. That is one thing I have to give the boy credit for, he’s damn good at sucking cock.
“Take it all, you filthy slut,” I tell him and I watch as Billy shivers with excitement right before the head of my stiff cock slides past his lips.
My eyes close as he starts sucking, grunting and groaning when whatever he does feels good and my memories slip back to the fall of tenth grade, after spending the summer with a shiner from hell. I remember returning to school and falling right into Billy’s asshole trap. He and his buddies had no problem calling me ‘faggot’, ‘a hose lover’, among other hurtful and derogatory names. I never gave them the satisfaction of knowing that what they were calling me was hurtful, but it killed me every day. Especially when Billy would spew the horse shit at me in school and come to work in the barn with me on the weekends. After a particularly awful week of his friends belittling me, I did my best to ignore him, but his constant staring drove me mad and made my dick hard.