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- Herausgeber: Trina Solet
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
For almost a year, Sean believed that Brian was his half brother. He denied his true feelings, but then a stunning revelation changed everything and tore them apart. Now Sean is desperate for a reunion. Sean wants him more than anything, but will Brian ever accept his love? His pride isn't the only thing standing in their way. A dangerous man has a claim on Brian.
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My Love Is Real: Gay Romance (2018 Edition) By Trina Solet
Copyright © 2018 by Trina Solet
All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales or actual events is entirely coincidental.
All sexual activity takes place between persons eighteen years of age or older.
This novel contains material intended for mature readers.
Cover image is only for illustrative purposes. Any person depicted is a model.
My Love Is Real
Gay Romance
(2018 Edition)
Trina Solet
Chapter 1
Sean didn't like it when Brian came to live with them after his mother died. Brian was his father's other son, a year older than Sean and nothing like him.
It was the end of summer when Brian arrived on their doorstep and Sean had his first look at him. Until then, he only existed for Sean as a subject of arguments between his parents. It was usually about the money his father sent to Brian's mother.
Once he moved in, he lived in their apartment like a ghost. He was quiet and withdrawn, but he still somehow managed to get under Sean's skin. Maybe it was Brian's blue-eyed good looks that irritated Sean. Not that Sean was bad looking. Far from it. He had dark hair and eyes, a good build. Just having turned eighteen, he had a man's body, solid and strong.
Sean was perfectly aware of his power to attract anyone he wanted, while Brian carried himself like he had no clue how gorgeous he was. He walked around, unkempt, slouching, like he didn't give a crap. On top of that, Brian was stuck up, thought he was better than Sean. Sean's father claimed he was just quiet and reserved, but he didn't buy it.
When his father forced him to invite Brian to hang out or go to a movie, Brian always refused. And he didn't just refuse, he didn't even consider saying yes. He didn't even think about it for a half a second before shooting him down. Brian acted like he wouldn't want to hang out with Sean if his life depended on it. Like he had anything going for him other than being in college and being scruffy hot.
Brian had friends of his own to hang out with -- lanky posers, guys who read Sartre and stopped just short of speaking French at you for no good reason, girls who either wore no make up or wore it like it was Halloween.
During Brian's first month living with them, the air-conditioning in the apartment broke down. Sean's mother threw a fit. She kept glaring at Brian like she was accusing him of sabotaging it. Mom hated having him there more than Sean did. Dead mother or not, Brian got no sympathy from Sean's mom. She was used to getting her way, but this one time Sean's father put his foot down.
That night as the air-conditioned stayed dead and it was too hot to sleep, Sean stayed up watching some lame sci-fi movie. The living room was cooler than his room, and so late at night, he had it all to himself. He turned the TV off and stretched out on the couch. Half asleep in his boxers, Sean heard someone moving around.
He guessed it was Brian because he walked quietly and didn't turn on any lights. His mother would turn on every light as she went. His father would have been groaning or grumbling or something as he shuffled around and bumped into things.
First Sean heard then he saw Brian go into the kitchen. Sean was invisible lying on the couch in the pitch black living room, and he didn't let Brian know he was there.
In the light of the open refrigerator, Sean saw what Brian was wearing -- only boxers, dark blue ones. He also had ear buds in his ears and an old iPod in his hand. With his back to Sean, he was bending, reaching for something on the bottom shelf.
With him bent over like that, his ass was sticking out like he was offering it. And for some odd reason, Sean's erection was growing. It was the damn heat cooking his brain. Sean carefully pulled one leg up to hide what was happening in case Brian looked his way.
Hidden by darkness, Sean was still invisible, but he could see Brian so clearly. Why couldn't Sean turn away from the sight of him half naked, skin glistening from the heat?
The pop of a soda can tab startled him, got him breathing even faster. As Sean watched him, Brian straightened as if to let him admire the rest of his lithe body. Sean's eyes devoured the smooth muscles of his back and legs, the curve of his ass. One biceps flexed as he drank the soda. With Brian turned slightly sideways, Sean caught sight of his throat working as he swallowed gulp after gulp.
That was too much for him. Sean couldn't help himself. He jammed his hand down the front of his boxers. Choking back a gasp, he squeezed his dick like he wanted to choke it.
With a tight grip on his rock hard cock, he jerked as he watched Brian bend down again, looking for something else, completely unaware of him.
Right now, Sean could stand up, pull his cock free, let it jut out as he walked over to him. He could get behind Brian slip his hand down the crack of his ass, find the hole, tease it. Then he would pull down his boxers, jam his cock in there, fill him with it.
Brian wouldn't be able to stay quiet, he'd scream and moan, say his name. Sean would work that hole, make him love it. As Sean got closer to his climax, a new, insane thought entered his head. He wanted Brian to turn and see him, watch him come.
By the time Brian turned, Sean was pretending to be asleep, knees pulled up, a sticky mess soaked through the front of his boxers. He didn't even dare to breathe as he listened to the sound of Brian's quiet footsteps moving away.
Chapter 2
They were practically snowed in that Saturday. There was an overnight blizzard followed by icy rain. It was almost Christmas, but there was no Christmas card perfect covering of clean snow. It was a mess. Everything outside the windows was cold and ugly while Sean was on the phone listening to his girlfriend bitch about how she didn't want to be stuck at home.
"Let's go somewhere then," Sean offered though he didn't feel like wading through the muck the snow had turned into.
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
