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Today’s Six Sentence Sunday is another little bit from my college roommates novella:

Keith buried his head against Greg’s neck again and drove his hips hard and fast, reaching his own finish line less than a minute later. A low growl escaped his throat as his orgasm tore through him.

He relaxed against Greg as his body shivered with aftershocks. Holy shit, was all his mind could seem to serve up. All the sex he’d had for the past year and a half put together couldn’t measure up to that.

He might have just spoiled himself for nameless, faceless casual sex forever.

For this week’s Six Sentence Sunday, here’s a little first-kiss snippet from the second Christmas-season short I’m trying to get finished up and submitted this week. With everything else I have going on, it’s going to be pretty tough. Wish me luck. 🙂 

Neal shuddered against him, but he didn’t pull away, instead tucking his face into Jeff’s chest. Eventually, he slid his own arms around Jeff’s waist, tugging them even closer, and Jeff closed his eyes and tried to hold back a shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature. He wasn’t entirely successful, though, and he felt Neal stop breathing for a few seconds.

Slowly, Neal lifted his head, and their gazes met, faces just inches apart. Jeff didn’t ponder what he was about to do. He just moved one hand to the back of Neal’s head and pulled him in for a kiss.

For this week’s Six Sentence Sunday, a moment from a soon-to-be-submitted novella about college roommates.

Grant slipped into the room as quietly as he could. Keith sure seemed to be sleeping, sprawled out on his stomach, one leg pulled up and one arm under the pillow supporting his head. Grant tried not to stare, but the sheet had pulled down, exposing the long line of Keith’s back in the low light from the window, and Grant couldn’t look away. Keith shifted as he watched, muscles bunching and stretching under his smooth skin, and Grant spun around on his heel, setting his backpack on his desk and pressing his eyes shut.

Cut it the hell out, he ordered himself. No crushing on the roommate.

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My Six Sentence Sunday this week is from a super-short freebie coming up as part of a promotion in a couple of months. Enjoy!

Adrian curled an arm up and ran his fingers into Tucker’s hair. He hit a tangle, looked down, and laughed when he realized it was a blob of paint. “Jesus, Tucker, I think you got as much on you as on the wall.”

Tucker turned his head, propping his chin up on Adrian’s chest. He grinned and raised that eyebrow again. “Lucky for me, I have a boyfriend who loves helping me get clean after a hot, sweaty workout.”

(Embarrassment of the day: misspelling my own name in the links list. Ack.)

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