Yes – I’m a happy girl this morning. Stress has gone! My newest release, Safe In His Arms has gone off and now I can relax. In case you didn’t know, here is the blurb:
In the late-night quiet of the caravan park shower room, Lon Taylor washes away the filth of the Western Australian mines. He’s not looking for anyone, but when Casey offers, Lon doesn’t turn him down.
Welcoming the young man in his big, hairy arms, Lon provides a safety to Casey that he has never known, and Casey wants to stay forever. Still reeling from the breakup of his family years ago, Lon’s not sure he’s ready for the responsibility of the comfort and security Casey craves.
But perhaps Lon can risk opening his heart again and hoping for a brighter future. Casey has some pretty big skeletons in his past to deal with. And Lon wonders what Casey will do when he finds out how badly Lon failed at protecting the ones he loved eight years ago.
Now, as the first readers are finishing up and getting ready with their ratings, I can confess something. My favourite character in this book is not Lon and it’s not Casey.
Oh dear. Did I just say something awful? It’s not that I don’t love Lon and Casey. It’s just that… well… Devon just steals the show:
CASEY CAME over all hot and flustered as Lon’s brown shorts dropped to the ground beneath his towel.
“Holy, holy, holy shit.”
Casey’s new mate, Devon, was practically panting with excitement and his tongue was almost hanging out. Seated next to Devon on another towel was Ash. The three of them stared lustfully at the sight of Lon’s daks falling.
Casey had spotted Lon almost immediately as he walked onto the beach. His heart had jumped and started beating a funky rhythm, but Casey was still embarrassed about the revelations he’d blurted out to Paul last Thursday and didn’t want Lon to see him. He knew he was being juvenile by avoiding Lon, but he freely admitted he was a dick. He was a dick and he didn’t want Lon to know it, so he quickly hid behind Devon and didn’t say anything.
Unfortunately for him, Devon was a manwhore and spotted Lon soon after. Casey had met Devon in a club soon after he’d moved to Perth. Devon had made a pass, and when Casey regretfully turned him down, offered his hand in friendship. Casey had accepted and was still not sure if he’d done the right thing. At least that’s what he told Devon every time the guy did something crazy. Being friends with Devon meant that, by extension, he was friends with Ash too. Ash was Devon’s best mate, and where one went, the other followed.
Casey was still trying to figure Ash out, since the guy was shy and didn’t reveal a lot of himself. Devon was up-front about everything, and what you saw was what you got, which was usually someone who was willing to shag anything that had a penis. On the other hand, Casey was still unsure if Ash was straight, gay, or bi. Ash willingly went to gay clubs and hung out, but never made any passes at anyone and turned down all offers made to him. He commented on the attractiveness of both men and women, but never pursued either. The one time that Casey had asked him if he was gay, he’d shrugged and said, “I’m whatever I need to be.” That didn’t answer the question at all.
Since university was out for the year, both guys were on holidays and had given Casey a wonderful excuse not to hang around the park where he might accidently bump into Lon. The beach was a great place to sit and do nothing—beautiful scenery, usually plenty of eye candy, and best of all, everything was free. Ash was dressed similarly to him—Billabong labeled boardies, T-shirt, and bucket hat. But Devon had arrived in bright purple tartan shorts and a sunny yellow shirt that had a picture of a very gay- looking character, similar to a Mr. Men figure, with the caption “Mr. Wrong.” Ash had given Casey a long-suffering sigh and shrugged.
Of course it was Devon who spotted Lon and gasped, “Oh, my sweet dreams all come true. Father Christmas has brought me an early present.”
That produced a snort and a laugh from Ash. “Bullshit. You know you’re firmly on the naughty list and will probably be there for a number of years, just from the stunts you pulled in the last two months.”
Devon’s hands fluttered around his face and he wore an expression of anguish. “Oooh, but I promise to be extra good for years if I could only partake of that hulk of masculinity over there.”
“Honey,” Ash sighed (he often called Devon by that name, which confused Casey even more). “That man over there would never even give you the time of day, let alone give you a blow job.”
“But… but… but….” Devon looked close to tears, which was not going to be a good thing, since he was wearing eyeliner. And who the hell wore eyeliner to the beach?
“Honey, just look and dream. And if he happens to glance over this way, then you’d better be looking elsewhere. I’m too hot to run from some gay-bashing prick who dislikes being stared at while he’s at the beach.”
Casey could’ve educated them on several points. He could’ve told them that Lon would not be gay bashing anyone, that he only has problems with staring if you don’t get on your knees, and most importantly, yes, he had personal proof that Lon did indeed give blow jobs.
But now both Ash and Devon were transfixed on Lon’s manly torso and the naked bits under a flimsy towel, and Casey didn’t want to break their concentration.
“Do you think he’s gay?” Devon whispered urgently.
Ash didn’t reply, so Casey answered, “Would it matter to you?”
Devon’s eyes didn’t move from Lon. “Not really. They don’t need to be gay to fuck me, it’s just sometimes easier.”
From the mournful shaking of Ash’s noggin, he was despairing of his friend too.
Less than twenty meters away, Lon bent over and pulled a scrap of gray material out of a canvas bag. Casey should’ve known Devon would melt at the sight, and sure enough he gulped and whispered, “Holy spectacular gay sights, Batman! The man is a Speedo fanatic.”
Three sets of eyes did not move an iota, not even to blink, as Lon threaded one large foot into the opening of the brief swimming costume and tugged it up a muscled leg. Three identical gasps issued forth as Lon lifted the other foot, causing the towel to gape wide open and show three extremely interested men that his chest wasn’t the only large thing on him.
“Oh. My. God.” That was Devon, although he squeaked in the high ranges as his vocal chords strangled with shock.
“Fuck me!” Ash exulted loudly. Silence then descended over the group as they simultaneously drooled and swallowed.
Casey thought that perhaps Devon was speechless for the first time in his life. But they were all watching closely as Lon pulled up his Speedos and tucked himself away. It was a sad moment to see him all enclosed in that elastic.
The silence didn’t last long after that. Devon blinked and looked at Ash. “Really? You want that to fuck you?”
“Huh? What?” Devon cocked his head to the side and looked at his mate. “You said ‘fuck me.’ I was wondering if you actually did want it?”
Ash looked startled. “Hell, no. I didn’t mean it literally. Shit. That mammoth would tear a guy in half. I meant that I was surprised at the size.” He paused and frowned. “Do you actually think he can get it up? I’ve read that guys that are massive have trouble holding an erection.”
“Probably not,” Devon ventured. “God couldn’t make something that fantastic without a flaw.”
Casey giggled and blurted, “Believe me, guys. He has no trouble holding one.”
So now I’m off to start Ash and Devon’s story. Someone like Devon needs his own story…
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