He wasn't paid to fall in love...
Kyle still can't believe he's having sex with the gorgeous Tracy Dawson while her husband Eric watches. When the Dawsons invite him to spend a long weekend at their vacation home on the lake, he jumps at the chance. Kyle gets to know Tracy in the quiet setting, and his affection for her grows deeper with every encounter. He's falling in love with a married woman...
...and her husband. Kyle pushed his own boundaries when Eric asked to join them in bed. During the long weekend, the men take their physical relationship further, and forge an intimate connection. Kyle's attraction to Eric brings on a whole new level of confusion and guilt.
If Kyle admits his feelings for the Dawsons, will they still invite him into their bed; or will he be left out in the cold?
- Title: Landscaper in Love
- Subtitle: The Landscaper Series Book 3
- Author: Robin Stone
- Type of Book: eBook, Erotica
- Pages: 25k words
- ASIN: B01FB7UVF0
I’m a big fan of M/M stories—both writing them and reading them. In this series, there is a lot of M/F action (which is excellent), but what keeps me coming back for more is the M/M romance. This one is special. It’s uncertain at times. At others, they both know exactly what they need. The other thing I enjoy is the power struggle between the two men. Kyle is happy to let Eric dictate the action with his wife, be each tries to be the alpha at one time or another. It makes for some panty-dripping hot scenes.
My criticism about this series is that it has the feel of one cohesive novel to me. Not a series of shorter works. That’s just my opinion though, and it doesn’t affect the heat these books generate.
I love the characters. The writing is super-slick. The sex is hot, hot, hot. I highly recommend this series, and I can’t wait for the conclusion.
“Are you hard?”
I brushed my fingers over my shaft, then circled the base. “You know I am.”
“Go slow…just using your fingertips.”
I exhaled and let my fingers drift over my cock. Gentle touches, like his wife would make with her soft hands. My balls tightened. I pictured Tracy between my legs, licking my cock with her sweet mouth.
“Put me on speaker.” His voice took on that haughty tone that turned me on.
I put the phone next to me and hit the speaker button. “Now what?”
“Grab the base of your cock. And Kyle?”
“Make some noise.”
I tried to breathe a little louder. Tingles of shame ran up my spine. I’d gone through a gauntlet of emotions with Eric and Tracy: Guilt. Lust. Envy. Fear someone would find out I was messing around with a client, even though I’d reassigned Jacob to the Dawsons’ account. Reluctance to come out to my friends. It was one thing to admit I was bisexual; another thing to admit I was joining a married couple in bed for money.
My cock was like iron in my fist. I tightened my grip and made long, slow strokes.
“I can’t wait to have you in our bed at the lake,” he said. “I want to watch you eat Tracy’s pussy.”
I moaned. “Fuck, yeah.”
I imagined him lying beside me, his mouth open, his breathing ragged as he stroked my cock. I’d let him jerk me off. That, and a few heavy make-out sessions that left me wondering why I’d given up guys.
“I’m so fucking hard for you,” I said.
“Faster,” he commanded.
The skin on my cock slid up and down. A bead of fluid formed at the tip. I spread it over my shaft, making a wet noise I knew he could hear.
“That sounds so good. I can’t wait to wrap my fingers around your cock.”
I grunted. Pressure built in my balls, and the muscles in my thighs tensed. “Keep talkin’.”
“I’ll stroke you until you’re squirming in my hands.”
“Yes.” Oh, yes, I intended to let him do whatever he wanted this weekend.
“I’ll lick your thighs until you buck against my mouth and shove your pretty cock between my lips.”
“I’ll run my tongue over your tip, then pull you deep into my throat.” His breathing turned ragged.
Exactly what I’d been dreaming about. The head of my cock was swollen and leaking.
“Let me hear it, Kyle.”
My breathing grew harsh, my hips bucked, and my movements turned jerky. I grunted and swore until I couldn’t hold back, coming hard, shooting across my stomach and chest. I kept stroking, drawing it out, thinking about Eric deep-throating my cock.
My cock finally softened. I wiped up the mess with my t-shirt and tried to catch my breath.
“I know how sexy you look sprawled out on that couch,” he said. “I can’t fucking wait to taste you this weekend.”