Word Count 18700 approx
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Happy St. Patrick’s Day my wonderful readers. If you’re celebrating, I hope you’re having a blast.
And talking about celebrating and having a blast, Mitch and Cian are having the time of their lives during their St. Patrick’s Day weekend in Dublin!!!
Falling for each other was easy. Staying together comes with a learning curve.
Three months after they met in the miraculous library, Cian is nervously preparing for Mitch’s arrival in Dublin. As much as he’s looking forward to three long days with his boyfriend—without parental supervision—he can’t help worrying about the fact that they will have to share both his small room and his even smaller bed. He doesn’t even own pajamas.
Their relationship is new, and Cian may be two years older, but he has little more experience than Mitch when it comes to intimacy and boyfriends. He isn’t sure what he’s doing or what’s expected of him. As a result, Cian and Mitch are in for a whirlwind weekend, filled with shocks, surprises, fun, and deepening feelings.
Against the backdrop of Ireland celebrating its national holiday, Cian and Mitch learn their first Lessons in Love.
While a Miracle in the Library was a young adult story, Lessons in Love features two young men old enough to consume alcohol and be sexually active. This book is therefore meant for readers who are eighteen years or older and contains sexual acts between two consenting men.
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Read on for a never shared before, not entirely safe for work, excerpt from Lessons in Love:
Resolutions are always easier to make than to follow up on.
Cian’s room looked even smaller than it actually was when they’d both entered and closed the door behind them. They still had the flat to themselves, which was a blessing as far as Cian was concerned. He’d taken advantage of his housemates’ absence to give Mitch a quick tour of the apartment so that he knew where the bathroom and the kitchen were and, probably most importantly, which shelves in the fridge and larder held items belonging to Cian.
Now that he was faced with the reality of having to spend the next eight or so hours in the tiny space with Mitch, all his doubts were back. He’d never shared a bed with another man before, and he was pretty sure the same was true for Mitch. And his bed really was narrow.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Cian focused on Mitch, hoping to determine his mood, only to find him studying Cian, his expression not so much worried but definitely indicating that Mitch was waiting for Cian to take the lead. Right so.
“Do you want to use the bathroom first?” Cian asked.
“Sure.” Mitch opened his backpack and extracted a small purple toiletry bag and a towel which he clutched to his chest as he stepped into the hallway.
Cian sank to the bed and sat, staring at the door through which Mitch had just disappeared. He needed to pull himself together. This was ludicrous. They were going to sleep…together…in a bed. There was absolutely nothing scary or worrying about that scenario.
Except that they were bound to end up close together, touching. The bed was too small for that not to happen. Except that he didn’t know how far to strip before getting under the covers. He normally slept naked. Common sense told him that probably wouldn’t be a good idea now. But what should he wear? Just underwear? Underwear and a T-shirt? It wasn’t as if he owned anything resembling pajamas.
When the door opened and Mitch returned, still wearing all his clothes, Cian was no closer to finding answers to his dilemma. Buying himself a few more minutes before he had to decide, he took his turn in the bathroom.
He was being silly. He wouldn’t worry about what to wear if he and Mitch were going swimming or to the beach. The only reason nerves cramped his stomach as he brushed his teeth was that they’d be sharing a bed together and that there’d be no way to hide his body’s reaction to having Mitch close, to any accidental or intended touches they might exchange. As if on cue, his cock lengthened. Down, boy.
When he’d run out of reasons to be in the bathroom, Cian slowly made his way back to his room, taking a deep breath before opening the door, only to release it on a loud puff.
Obviously, Mitch didn’t share his concerns, considering he’d found his way into the bed and under the covers with only his head and shoulders—his naked shoulders—visible. The light mounted on the wall behind the bed spread a soft glow over his mop of black hair.
A quick glance around the room showed Cian the pile of clothes Mitch had left on the floor under the curtained window. As far as he could tell, the collection did not include any underwear.
Without looking at Mitch but fully aware of his gaze locked on his body, Cian made quick work of stripping and adding his jeans and top to Mitch’s clothes.
The first thing he noticed when he slipped underneath the covers was that for once they weren’t chilly. Mitch’s body heat had created a nice warm nest for him to crawl into. The second thing was Mitch’s naked thigh pressing against his. He shifted, breaking the contact between them before it could freak Mitch out.
He wished he could have practiced for this night, that there was a scenario he could follow. He knew he should just open his mouth and talk to Mitch, find out what, if any, concerns he had. But he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to phrase the question without it sounding as if he was asking Mitch how far he was willing to go.
He stiffened when Mitch’s leg connected with his again, but decided to ignore it. With the bed being as small as it was, contact would be unavoidable, and making an issue out of every time it happened would only make the situation worse, not better.
The mattress dipped as Mitch turned. When he placed a hand on Cian’s exposed neck, his breathing hitched.
“Is this okay?” Mitch’s question indicated that Cian’s discomfort hadn’t escaped him.
Cian turned on his side and faced Mitch, shocked to find his boyfriend’s face only inches from his. “Yes, if it’s okay for you, it’s okay for me.”
A small smile played on Mitch’s lips. “You realize I have no idea what I’m doing, right?”
Cian returned the smile, grateful that Mitch had found the courage he lacked. “I haven’t got much more of an idea, to be honest.”
Mitch gazed at him, his brown eyes even darker in the dim light. “Well,” he said, “I know we’re both okay with this.” He drew closer and pressed his lips against Cian’s.
The connection, the soft glide of Mitch’s tongue across his lips, was all Cian needed to chase away his worries. Mitch was right. They both knew how to do this…very well. They’d figure the rest of it out as they went, together. Then those thoughts faded too as he deepened the kiss and lost himself in the smell, taste, and feel of Mitch.
When he could think again, Cian noticed they had somehow ended up pressed together, most of their upper bodies touching too. As a result, there was no way he could fail to notice Mitch’s stiff cock pressing against his thigh, mere inches away from his own equally hard dick.
As their kisses got ever more heated and demanding, Mitch moved against Cian’s body, obviously seeking more pleasure. As tempting as it was to touch Mitch’s dick, Cian resisted and limited himself to stroking his boyfriend’s shoulder and chest. His heart sang when Mitch copied his caresses, while Cian’s cock went from hard to bordering on uncomfortable.
It wasn’t long before the combination of Mitch’s touch, kisses, and still covered dick rubbing against his leg became too much, and Cian lowered his free hand and squeezed his own cock. A slight shift in the bed told him Mitch had copied this action too.
Lust took over, pushing any and all concerns Cian had harbored into the back of his mind. He pushed the duvet to the end of the bed and freed his straining penis from his suddenly very tight boxer briefs, stroking himself slowly without ever pulling out of their endless kiss.
Hmmmm. Mitch hummed against Cian’s lips as they both tugged at their dicks.
“Wanna see.” As much as he hated ending their lip-lock, Cian couldn’t resist his longing to see Mitch in all his naked glory. Without interrupting his wank, he raised himself up a little and allowed his gaze to travel across Mitch’s naked body. Christ, but he’s gorgeous.
His body, stretched out on the bed, was lean but not skinny. The muscles in his legs and arms were easily visible without being clearly defined. As for his cock…. Cian swallowed hard as his gaze locked on the long, erect, and “heavier than he would have expected” dick and Mitch’s hand gliding over it, pushing the skin up and down while soft, needy sounds fell from his lips.
Cian wasn’t sure why this felt much more intimate than the few hand and blow jobs he’d given and received in the past. All he knew was that the combination of watching Mitch as he pleasured himself and his own hand on his ready-to-explode dick drove him to his climax with shocking speed.
He raised his chin and shifted his focus to Mitch’s face. His lips were parted, his cheeks flushed, and his gaze was firmly fixed on Cian’s hand as he stroked and squeezed his erection.
“So good,” Mitch rasped, his breath escaping him in sharp, short bursts. Then he stiffened, and Cian lowered his gaze just in time to see cum erupting from his cock.
It was all Cian needed to push him over the edge too. His orgasm roared through his body, forcing his eyes shut as he surrendered to the previously unknown pleasure of coming together with someone he cared for.
A Miracle in the Library (Mitch & Cian #1)
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