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Piper Kay is a down to earth, homegrown country girl, straight from the outskirts of Houston, Texas. As a #1 Best Selling Author of LGBT Erotica, and Amazon International Bestselling author of male/male erotica romance, and m/m erotica, she is bringing her passion of storytelling straight to the pages.
What inspired you to write your book?
Just the characters having a story to tell and screaming it in my head. lol
Here is a short sample from the book:
He jumps up and rushes to the pit, pouring his beer over the coals to lower the flame, and I bolt to the bar to get a glass of water just in case. Filling the cup, he comes into the bar area, pushing in front of me to get the tray. The flame is out. His ass rubs up against me, and instinctively my free hand reaches to his hipbone, giving a gentle squeeze.
Dax glances back towards the grill to make sure the fire is out. I know I should jerk my hand away, but I can’t move. He’s not moving either. Neither of us says a word.
Dax inhales a deep breath, and leans back slightly, against me. It seems like ten minutes has past, but realistically I know it’s only been a few seconds.
I inhale his cool water cologne. My god he smells fucking good. I lean forward just a bit, and brush my lips across his bare back. His skins still warm from him working in the sun all the time. I continue sliding my lips across the curves in his back. His skin breaks out in goose bumps, but he still doesn’t move away.
With the tip of my tongue, I lick tiny swipes against his skin, and he gasps again. My left hand slides from his hipbone to the front a tiny bit, and my finger slips inside the top of his waistband of his shorts. He shifts, so I remove it, but still caress his stomach muscles in my palm.
Dax lets out a quiet moan, “Mmm…” Oh fuck me!
I let out a groan at the feel of all those muscles. My lips pucker and I begin giving him pecks to his back, followed by my swirling tongue, tracing across to another area. He presses just a little harder back against me, still holding the tray in his hands. He tosses his head back towards me, engulfing my face in long blond strands.
I lower my hand, gliding across his cotton shorts and into his cargo pocket. With my index finger, I trace up and down against his dick in his pants, he’s hard. Closing my fingertips together, I pinch through the material, and slide up and down his cock. A loud breath escapes from him again, and I breathe into his back, causing chill bumps to explode all over him.
He moans, and then turns sideways towards the grill.
“Shit, the food.” The fire rears up again on the grill.
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