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Blurb
Falling in
love is easy. Building a life together takes more work.
Nine months after getting together, Mitch
and Cian are studying in Dublin and sharing an apartment. For both, this is a
dream come true and even boring household chores become fun when they do them
side by side.
Tensions arise after Cian joins an
inclusive rugby club and Mitch a ukulele orchestra. Insecurities, jealousy, and
lack of relationship-experience soon lead to resentment, and each struggles to
balance romance with their individual interests. After Cian and Mitch accept
separate invitations to Halloween parties, hoping the other will accompany
them, their doubts grow.
Will All Hallows’ Eve drive a wedge
between them or could there be another miracle in the making?
Ukuleles and
Scrums is the fourth novella in the Mitch & Cian series. While it could,
possibly, be read as a stand-alone story, the reader will enjoy it more if they
read A Miracle in the Library, Lessons in Love, and Pride of
Place first.
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Happy Release Day to Ukuleles & Scrums. When I wrote A Miracle in the Library last year, I thought I'd written a charming Christmas story and that would be the end of it. I had no idea it would be the start of a year-long journey. .
Little did I know Mitch and Cian had different plans. They weren't happy they only got to share a few kisses and told me that it was only fair to tell more of their story, if only because it would mean they'd get to know each other better - in all sorts of ways. 😉
So, here I am, almost a year later, bringing you the fourth installment of their journey together. And boy has it been a journey. These two have done some growing up over the past ten months, as this, not entirely safe for work, excerpt clearly shows.
Excerpt
“Can’t find what you’re looking for?” he asked, not
trying to hide his amusement.
Cian glanced up at Mitch, inspected his surroundings,
and had the grace to grimace and flush. “Sorry about that. I’ll fix it in a
min.” He glared at the various items of clothing on the floor, then bent and
picked something up. “Gottcha.”
“What’s that?” Mitch squinted at the item consisting
more of connected bands of material than solid pieces. He thought he recognized
it but didn’t want to hazard a guess and make a fool of himself.
“A jockstrap.”
Cian slung one strap over his index finger and swung the piece of underwear
around.
“Jockstrap, hey?” Excitement heated Mitch’s blood. “I
can’t say I’ve ever seen one of those up close and personal.”
Cian glanced at him, his gaze intense. “I’ll be right
back.”
Mitch watched, bemused, as Cian hurried into the
bathroom. When Cian returned, moments later, Mitch’s bemusement turned into pure,
hot lust when he noticed how well the jock’s pouch encased Cian’s package.
“Nice.”
Cian turned on the spot, giving Mitch his first sight
of Cian’s bare arse, framed by black straps.
“Very nice.” Mitch didn’t try to hide the heat in his
voice. He approached Cian, who had come full circle and faced him again. Wrapping
his arms around Cian’s middle, he grabbed both cheeks with his hands and squeezed.
“Is there a rule saying you can only wear this when you’re on the field?”
Cian chuckled. “I guess you’re on board with the rugby
idea, then?”
Doubts and fears tried to worm their way back into
Mitch’s thoughts, but he shrugged them off, concentrating on the familiar and
wholly enticing feel of Cian’s naked butt. Pressing closer to his boyfriend, he
smiled as the hard bulge of Cian’s erection pressed into his tummy.
“I’m never going to complain about seeing or feeling
more of your arse,” he muttered, very aware of his own rock-hard cock tenting
the material of his loose trousers.
“I created a monster,” Cian said before claiming
Mitch’s mouth in a heated kiss. He pushed him backward until they tumbled to
the bed, their lips never losing contact. Two soft thuds indicated the two bags
had bounced off the bed, but Mitch barely registered the noise, too lost in
Cian’s mouth and the hungry interaction between their tongues.
“You’re overdressed,” Cian murmured before hurriedly
removing Mitch’s clothes. He tugged on his dick, and Mitch lost himself in
Cian’s body. As white-hot need rushed through his veins, Mitch couldn’t
remember why he had been concerned about Cian’s rugby team or what had
triggered the thoughts in the first place.
“I want to fuck you.” He gasped the words at Cian,
fully aware this was something they rarely did and that it was the first time
he’d verbalized the desire.
“Let me guess,” Cian said, his voice heated. “You’d
like me on my knees, with my arse in the air so you can see the straps while
you ride me.”
Before Mitch could reply, Cian turned on the bed and
presented himself exactly as he’d suggested. The sight took Mitch’s breath away,
and for a few moments all he could do was stare at the sheer beauty and
incredible hotness of Cian’s well-formed backside. When Cian reached behind him
and pulled his cheeks apart, Mitch moaned softly.
“Hey!” Cian glared at Mitch over his shoulder. “This
arse isn’t going to fuck itself.”
The joke, expressed in a needy tone of voice, was
exactly what Mitch needed. He pulled the tube of lube from the bedside table
and squeezed some onto his fingers before making short work of preparing Cian
for the coming invasion.
It wasn’t long before Cian was pushing back, trying to
fuck himself on Mitch’s fingers, and Mitch took it as a sign. He withdrew his
hand, squeezed more lube onto it, and spread it across his cock, grateful
they’d decided to forgo condoms shortly after moving in together. Since they
were a couple and exclusive as well as each other’s first, they’d agreed to do
without the protection.
Fighting his need, Mitch eased his way into the narrow
heat. Cian seemed eager enough, but that didn’t change the fact that he rarely
bottomed. When the full length of his dick was buried deep inside Cian, Mitch
rested, pressing his lips to Cian’s shoulder while their bodies adjusted.
“Will you get a move on.” Cian wiggled his arse,
stressing his impatience.
“Your wish…” Mitch didn’t waste any more time on words
and pulled back, only to immediately slide into Cian again, relishing the hot
grip the tight hole had on his straining cock. He’d forgotten how good this
was.
“Fuck, yeah,” Cian groaned. “You feel so good.”
“You too,” Mitch said, struggling for breath. “So
tight. This won’t take long.”
He moved faster, pushing in and out of Cian with more
force. Already he could feel the telltale tingle in his balls, and he struggled
to fight his impending explosion, to extend the pleasure for a few more
moments. Cian enthusiastically moving with him intensified every penetration, which
didn’t help at all.
When his orgasm hit, Mitch felt it in every inch of
his body. Cian’s arse contracting around his erupting cock only enhanced
Mitch’s climax. It wasn’t until he’d shot the last drop of cum that Mitch realized
he’d completely ignored Cian’s dick and even failed to release it from its
pouch.
Still seated deep inside Cian, he lifted one hand and
reached for Cian’s cock, expecting to find it throbbing and hard. When his
fingers connected with a wet, sticky patch of material instead, he chuckled.
Cian glanced at him again, and Mitch wasn’t sure
whether the red glow on Cian’s cheeks was the result of his recent climax or
embarrassment over how he’d reached it.
“That was hot,” Cian said. “We’ll have to do it
again.”
Mitch couldn’t argue
with that. He might not be sure how he felt about Cian joining a gay rugby
team, but he had no doubts about how much he loved having a rugby-playing
boyfriend.
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