Maggie Blackbird

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For my post, I am sharing an excerpt between Billy Redsky and René Oshawee from Real Warriors, the fourth and final in the When We Were Young series, now on sale at eXtasy Books for 40% off.

The courage of a warrior is a must on their new path, or they’ll never grasp their happily ever after.

Blurb:  Just when eighteen-year-old Billy Redsky believes he’s holding his happily ever after in the palm of his hand, he must practice what he’s learned in ceremony to face two more tests—share with the world his love for René, and let go of the past.

But that’s not so easy.  René is terrified of exposing their secret to anyone else but his family.  As for Billy’s brother, he has no intention of changing his criminal ways.

Only a miracle can help Billy reach his final destination on the red road his Ojibway ancestors once walked.  For his dream to come true, he must look deep inside of himself and trust the creator he follows.

Genre(s): Multicultural, m/m contemporary romance, LGBT, new adult.
Heat Rating: Level 3
Publication Date: August 13, 2021
Publisher: eXtasy Books

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“So Chunk won’t be back until two?” Billy set the doggie bags on the kitchen table.

“Nope. Sometimes he’s not even home until four.” René entered the kitchen. He’d paused to hang up his jacket.

Billy spun on his heel. Maybe the devilish glint coursing through his veins reflected in his gaze. “C’mere.” He wiggled his finger.

René’s long legs coasted one in front of the other. His slightly broad chin was tilted a smidgen downward. The delicious grin he flashed said anything you want.

“I ought to throw you over my knee for making me wait this long.” To hell with pausing for a witty comeback. Billy snaked his fingers around the lapels of René’s shirt and tugged. He melted his mouth on René’s satin lips.

The kiss was slow and sensual, not the urgency Billy had anticipated after being apart for two months, but closer to savoring a favorite drink. He was being steered to the bedroom. His socked feet brushed the linoleum floor. The beat of his heart was loud enough to break through his shirt.

Sure, they’d made out tons of times. But feeling each other up on the sectional in the basement back home had never led to what was always forbidden until they’d gotten busted last January. When Daniel had caught them, René had been leading them, because Billy had been too nervous. This time, he stomped down his trickles of fear so he could become part of each stroke and delicious pucker bestowed on him.

He was laid out on the double bed, his mouth still filled by René’s tongue that licked and tasted. The plush comforter smothered Billy’s back. Each touch lavished on him was silk whispering along his skin.

A fog of confusion unfurled through Billy’s mind, tossing him into a whirlpool of pleasure that sucked him downward. His body became a sensation of tingles and responded to every caress.

Each shoulder received a tender kiss. Goosebumps spread across Billy’s flesh. His neck was suckled so lovingly that his beating heart came close to bursting through his ribs. He received a helping hand easing the t-shirt over his head.

René’s smooth flesh vanished on Billy’s skin, leaving him shivering, silently begging for the blanket of warmth to cover him again. Standing before him, René peeled back the hem of his shirt. He displayed his hard abs Billy had caressed with his eyes too many times to count. The determination in René’s gaze was fingers claiming Billy’s shoulders. René unsnapped the button to his jeans, where a long, thick outline of his boner was buried beneath.

A good helping of saliva overfilled Billy’s mouth. He fumbled with his own jeans, attempting to unfasten the button and lower the zipper to free the deep ache caged in his underwear. When he slipped his hand inside his shorts, the sticky mess his crotch had become saturated his palm.

He’d watched and re-watched the gay porn René had snuck home in February so Billy could better understand how two guys got busy. Although he’d done his best to coach himself, nothing prepared him for the unveiling of René’s dick. Light hairs dusted his sexy thighs, yet Billy couldn’t stop zeroing in on what stood proud and strong, hidden from him until today.

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