TOY SOLDIERS

Once a thief, always a thief, and if he can’t win the heart of the boy he loves, he’ll steal it.

Blurb:  Billy Redsky’s made one of his biggest dreams come true, but there’s a problem.  Even though the boy he loves is mere footsteps across the hall from his bedroom, they might as well live a country apart because claiming René Oshawee’s heart is more difficult than Billy anticipates.

Much to Billy’s disgust, René can’t accept his true self, so he’s incapable of loving someone else.  And all he cares about is living a life the chief and his wife foresee for their youngest son.

If Billy is to finally have what he truly desires, he must stop René from running away from who he really is and face the man in the mirror, or what they share will never blossom into true love.

EXCERPT

“C’mere.” René curled the index finger of his free hand.

A thrill of excitement rode Billy’s spine. He slid off the desk and onto René’s firm thighs that were warm beneath Billy’s butt. It was a little weird sitting on a guy’s lap, especially since he was only an inch shorter, but he wouldn’t complain. He wrapped his arms around René’s shoulders., who gazed up while hugging Billy’s waist.

“Is this what you meant?” Billy snickered.

“Yeah…” René’s smile was luscious enough to taste.

Billy leaned in. He covered René’s mouth and stole a kiss of cream soda. A big grin stretched across René’s lips. Billy grinned, too. They were only a millimeter apart. He couldn’t resist asking, “Okay, what’s got you smiling?”

“You.” René’s breath of an answer stole itself between Billy’s lips.

“Yeah? I’m responsible for the smile you’re packing? It’s bigger than Thunder Mountain.” Which tickled Billy’s insides. He glided his fingers through René’s hair. Man, he couldn’t get enough of touching this guy. Everything about him was silky and velvety.

René swiveled the chair.

Billy chuckled as they turned in a circle, foreheads pressed together. “What’s this s’posed to be? I noticed you do this a lot.”

“I dunno.”

“You do this when you’re nervous or…happy. Don’t cha?”

“Maybe I do…”

“I’m getting to know the little things you do that are you.” Billy traced René’s cheekbone.

“And what’re you finding out?” Teasing, even bordering on flirting, lingered in René’s question.

“You’re chill right now. More than chill. You’re digging this.” Billy stroked René’s broad chin.

“Yeah, I do.” René’s words were a flavor of pure delectableness .

Billy slid his mouth back over René’s and suckled on soft lips that moved in the same slow rhythm as his own. Tender. Cotton was draping him the longer he kept exploring René’s hair. René’s hand on the small of Billy’s back caressed him in those familiar languid circles.

Billy used his other hand to trace René’s shoulder. A nice spot responsible for his super-sexy V build to his upper chest. The succulent round muscle flexed beneath Billy’s palm. Even René’s thighs tightened. His breathing was slightly heavier and steamed the dip beneath Billy’s nose.

Sure, he’d kissed before, had gotten into some wicked make-out sessions at the old abandoned house with Julie Handorgan, but what they’d done was nothing compared to kissing René. Julie hadn’t been capable of sucking the air from Billy’s lungs, or coaxing thrilling excitement up and down his spine, or scaring him to pieces from his own burning need for someone that went beyond want, beyond desire, beyond longing.

The chair creaked slightly. René’s mouth left Billy’s lips. The chocolate hue of his irises glimmered.

That was another thing. René knew when to let Billy catch some air, when the kiss was becoming too intense, too hot, and too damned much for him to handle.

Nose to nose, simply staring at each other, René caressed Billy’s jawline. The potent gaze coming from him was powerful enough to reach inside Billy and unearth what was spinning within his jumbled and swirling brain.

“I can’t ever think when I’m with you like this,” Billy murmured.

“You’re not supposed to think,” René whispered.

“But you thought enough to stop.”

“It’s ’cause you’re super tense. I can feel it on my legs.”

Billy’s muscles were stiff and knotted. He hadn’t even noticed he was coiled tauter than a snake ready to strike.

“You okay?” René’s gaze shifted to warm concern.

“Yeah…I…” Billy stifled the cough ready to come from his throat. “I…it hurts, y’know? Big time.”

“What hurts?” A wrinkle appeared between René’s perfectly arched black brows.

“Wanting to always be with you. I feel…I feel…as if I dig you more than you dig me.”

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