Candy Ever After (Hot Candy 2)

Freaked out. Lost my shit. Lost my mind. Lost time.

Then I thought I saw someone in the crowd, someone who shouldn’t be alive, shouldn’t be here, and started throwing punches right and left, trying to get out.

“Shit, forget I said anything.” I start to pull away. What the fuck am I doing, telling her this? I didn’t even tell J, and he knows how fucked-up I am. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” she says, and I glance up at her. There’s a fire now in her eyes, and I can’t look away. “It does matter. Sounds like it wasn’t your fault. You shouldn’t have been fired.”

“Life sucks,” I inform her, just in case she doesn’t know. Why would a pretty, nice girl like her know, anyway? “Life isn’t fucking fair. That’s how it is.”

“You could sue the owner. You could—”

“No.” I take a step back and shake my head. “It’s fine.”

It’s humiliating enough as it is. Don’t need to rehash it in court. And I wouldn’t win.

Plus, Joel would find out about it. Bad enough that the moment I got a job at another bar, I got into a fight, and he had to come and drive me home because I caught a punch to the face and wasn’t so steady on my feet.

“We should head back,” she says.

We walk together toward the bookshop, and I don’t even know what just went down—why I confessed to her things not even Joel knows, why her touch can feel comforting as well as electric, why I’m still here… No clue what just happened.

Or why I don’t pull back when she catches my hand and gives it a squeeze before we enter the shop.

All I know is she feels good, too damn good, and I’m not ready to give her up.

PART II

It’s like taking candy from two tall, muscular, sexy as fuck hunks

Chapter Ten

CANDY

Title: Go Tantric

From Candy Boys (Blog serial)

“Suck me, Candy,” J-Two groans, sliding his cock against my lips. “You know you want it.”

Oh yeah. I do. I’m riding J-One, who’s on his knees, his big dick thrusting deep inside me, and I’m close to coming, my belly tightening as he rocks into me, the taste of J-Two’s precum on my lips.

I open my mouth and take him deep. He groans, fucking my mouth as J-One fucks my pussy, and it’s so good.

I think I’m getting into this tantric sex thing after all…

I screwed up.

I want them both.

Now they both seem hurt. How could I ever imagine they’d both turn out to be interested in me?

How was I to know that Joel would be back after our disastrous first date? I mean, was it even a date? It sure felt like one, until he backed away.

And then I didn’t expect Jethro to kiss me. Didn’t expect his mouth to be so hot and demanding, his grip so hard on my face, his gaze so vulnerable.

Didn’t expect his confession to cut me to the bone, and his beauty to root me to the spot. Not as classically handsome as Joel, he nevertheless draws me just as much. I want to touch and caress and feel his skin, I want to brush my lips over his eyelids and lips, learn more about him.

I didn’t expect this urge to protect him. A guy who’s at least six feet tall and fit and strong. There’s something broken in his gaze, and it hurts me to see it there.