Moonlit
Escapades (Moonlit Wolves 7.5)
TITLE:
Moonlit Escapades
SERIES:
Moonlit Wolves
AUTHOR(s):
Bronwyn Heeley
PUBLISHED:
15/December/2015
PUBLISHER:
eXtasybooks
ISBN
#: 978-1-4874-0539-7
COVERARTIST:
Carmen Waters
WORD
COUNT: 12,484
CATEGORY/TAG:
Paranormal LGBT+ Romance
HEAT
LEVEL: 4
BLURB
There
is never a time when a visit from old friends isn’t comforting.
Ever
wonder how Jex and Matt ended up in that compromising position in book 4?Or
what the fight between Phil and Craig was about? Or how about how they all
became so close and ended up living together?
Well,
here’s your chance. All the missing pieces that were linked but not fully
explained are bundled together in this heart-warming anthology, and just in
time for Christmas, because who doesn’t like to visit from family at this time
of year.
Note:
series must be read in order, but these shorts can be read separately, they’ll
just be enjoyed more as companions.
LINKS
Excerpt
Jex
let out a sigh of relief as he sat back into the lounge. Matt and he hadn’t
been in this house for a long time, but he had definitely felt more at home
quicker than at any of the other place his father took him.
However,
his dad hadn’t been the kindest person, and they’d moved from one town to the
next, leaving many people hating him because of what his father had done. Matt,
with a quick kidnapping and a much-needed getaway, brought Jex to this lovely
little town out in the boondocks, an unlikely place his father would never
bother to look.
They’d
reached town and a house full to the brim with men. Matt’s cousin and a bunch
of mates had taken them both in and treated Jex like no one had done before
Matt.
Jex
loved the freedom of being himself, even if they all turned out to be a
werewolf every time the moon was full. A lot to take in, but he had seen a lot
of violence and bullshit in his life, so the werewolf factor seemed like a
cakewalk.
In
addition, he’d personally seen Matt change, so who was he to say something
didn’t exist?
A
cold bottle tapped on his shoulder, making Jex look over his shoulder. He took
the bottle.
Taking
a long drink of this piss-shit that the bottle label said was beer, he studied
Matt. His lover rounded the couch and sat down next to him. Jex wasn’t a fan of
Tooheys, he was more a VB man, but beggars couldn’t be choosers—or, more for
him, lazy arses deserved to drink horse piss. He was, however, a fan of the
man—tall, blonde, with deep-set eyes. He was like a walking wet dream. Someone
who needed to be naked and fucking so everyone would see his true beauty.
He
was a fucking dream. Jex’s dream. Even if it had taken the guy a couple of
turns to realise just how Matt liked it when Jex fucked him and then give him
more than he’d ever understood he wanted. Jex reckoned it came from the fact
that he hadn’t ever been free to actually fuck another person before Matt.
“Taste like shit?” Matt chuckled next to him.
For
the first time in a long time—and yet not a first for the thought—Jex wondered
what he saw in a man who actually liked this shit.
“Why ask when you know the answer,” Jex spat
back at him around another mouthful of beer. He was hoping if he drank it fast
enough and got the buzz of beer in his system, it might actually start tasting
nice.
Matt
shook his head really slowly. That you’re fucking crazy shake, though the
twitch of his lips held the joke.
“Fucking arse,” Jex muttered, finishing off
his first bottle with a cringe—Fuck! This shit was bad.
Matt
chuckled again. “Ah, but that’s what you love ‘bout me.”
Jex
shook his head, a small smile pulling at his lips at the words, only his mouth
hadn’t even completed the move before Matt’s lips covered his. The move Jex had
been waiting for finally came. He snickered softly into Matt’s mouth. They were
alone after all.
“It makes me feel all gooey inside to see you
smile like that, and knowing it’s all mine... gets me hot as hell,” Matt
whispered, a breath away from Jex’s lips.
Jex’s
back arched at the scrape of whiskers against his upper lip. “Gooey?” Jex tried
to make it a joke, not being able to deal with the softer sides of love.
“Oh, yeah,” Matt moaned theatrically. “It’s
like melted lava inside me, mate.”
“So you’re a cooked marshmallow?” Jex muttered
between the light kisses Matt was giving him. He needed more than the teasing.
Already his skin was hot, his cock throbbed. He hated the teasing. Jex needed
more... rubbing, thrusting, harder!
“Cooked
Marshmallow?” Matt pulled back, apparently, finally, thinking around his own
cock to what Jex had said.
“Shut up, man.” Jex laughed. “How can I think
with my cock this hard?”
Matt
burst out into laughter. Jex shifted back as Matt’s weight transferred onto his
knees, since he’d straddled Jex sometime during the kiss.
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