Authors: Piper Vaughn
anything else, just kissed me again and squeezed
his arms tight.
“And what are we celebrating?” The look that
Dusty gave me—teary, happy, like everything in
his world was exactly right—I already knew what
it was. But I let him tell me anyway. It was his
moment, not mine.
“I talked to my sister.” His voice choked up,
but he was smiling so hard.
Thank you for still
wanting him in your life.
I sent a silent message to
Dusty’s sister, wherever she was. I loved seeing
him so happy.
“And?” I prompted.
“She’s going to come visit us this summer, if
it’s cool. We haven’t seen each other since she
was a little girl, and I was just a kid myself. You
don’t mind, do you?”
I pulled him tight. “If I get to see that look on
your face? Never. Your sister is always welcome
here.”
Dusty buried his face in my chest and held on
tight. “I love you,” he whispered against my shirt. I
barely heard him, but it didn’t matter. I felt the
emotions coming off him in waves.
“Love you too.”
Dusty laughed softly through his tears. “This
wasn’t how I meant for tonight to go. I thought I
was done with the crying part.”
I ruffled his hair, which he’d left soft ’cause
he knew I liked to touch it. “She’s your sister, and
you haven’t seen her in years. Cry all you want,
love.”
“Are you starving?” he asked me quietly.
“Not really. How come?” I pushed his hair
out of his eyes.
“Can we wait on dinner for a little bit? I just
need… I guess I just need a little more hugging or
something.” His eyes had teared up again.
I smiled and used my thumb to wipe the tears
away. “Of course. Dinner can wait as long as you
want. Come on. Lemme hold you.” I threaded our
fingers together and tugged him in toward our
room. When we were in there, I stripped Dusty
down slowly, one piece of clothing at a time, just
so I could touch his skin. He was so smooth and
soft. Every inch a new exploration, every dip and
swell somewhere for my hand to curve around. He
sighed happily and slumped into my arms.
“Take your shirt off,” he mumbled. “I want to
feel your skin.”
I pulled my shirt over my head and hummed
appreciatively when he rubbed his hands all over
my back, from my shoulder blades until he dipped
into the waistband of my khakis. We did a slow
kind of dance toward the edge of the bed, Dusty
working on my button and zipper, kissing,
touching. Dusty lay down on the bed, and I was
about to follow him when he swore.
“What?”
“Lube. There isn’t any more in the bedside
table, remember?”
“I’ll get it.” I got caught in my pants on the
way to the bathroom and nearly fell, but managed
to waddle my way there and get what we needed
with Dusty snorting and laughing in the background
the whole time.
“You look like a penguin.” He giggled.
I flopped down on the bed with the lube and
nuzzled into Dusty’s neck. “Well, you do know
what they say about penguins, right?”
“Horny?” He smiled slyly.
I shrugged. “Maybe that. But they do mate for
life.”
Dusty’s smile faded, and was replaced with a
look I couldn’t really describe. “Sometimes
humans do too,” he whispered.
“Yeah.” I leaned over and kissed him until
we were both breathless and holding on to each
other as tight as we could. “Sometimes we do.”
About the Authors
PIPER VAUGHN wrote her first love story at
eleven and never looked back. Since then, she’s
known that writing in some form was exactly what
she wanted to do. A reader at the core, Piper loves
nothing more than getting lost in a great book—
fantasy, young adult, romance, she loves them all
(and has a thousand book library to prove it!). She
grew up in Chicago in an ethnically diverse
neighborhood and loves to put faces and characters
of every ethnicity in her stories, so her fictional
worlds are as colorful as the real one. Above all,
she believes that everyone needs a little true love
in their life… even if it’s only in a book.
Visit Piper at her website, http://pipervaughn.com,
or on her blog, http://mjandpiper.blogspot.com,
find her on Facebook, or follow her on Twitter
@pipervaughn.
M.J. O’Shea grew up, and still lives, in sunny
Washington state and while she loves to visit other
places, she can't imagine calling anywhere else
home. M.J. spent her childhood writing stories.
Sometime in her early teens, the stories turned to
romance. Most of those stories were about her, her
friends, and their favorite cute TV stars. She hopes
she’s come a long way since then.
When M.J.’s not writing, she loves to play the
piano and cook and paint pictures, and of course,
read. She likes sparkly girly girl things, owns at
least twenty different colored headbands, and she
has a little white dog with a ginger eye spot who
sits with her when she writes. Sometimes her dog
comes up with the best ideas for stories… when
she’s not busy napping. She’s a relatively new
author, but the great folks over at Jessewave.com
named her as one of the new M/M authors who
rock in 2010.
Visit
M.J.
O’Shea
at
http://www.mjoshearomance.com or at her blogs,
http://mjoshea.com/
and
http://mjandpiper.blogspot.com. E-mail her at
[email protected] or follow her at
Twitter at MjOsheaSeattle.
Also by VAUGHN & O’SHEA
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com
Romance from M.J. O’SHEA
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com
Table of Contents
Title page
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgement
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
About the Authors
Also by Vaughn & O’Shea
Romance from M.J. O’Shea