SUPERPOWERED LOVE 9: UNDER SIEGE
Katey Hawthorne
M/NB paranormal romance
Release date: 02.17.20
Blurb:
After shaking off a toxic boyfriend, admissions counselor and activist Kieran returns to his safe place: the lake house. Andrew and Gabriel have welcomed him there as an occasional third in their bed since they got together, and nothing could be more comforting. Kieran knows it’s not a long-term situation for him, but Andrew and Gabriel have other ideas.
Just when everyone’s settled, Andrew and Gabriel’s unspecified law enforcement work brings Rocco, a mysterious figure fond of long skirts and heavy metal, into their protective custody. Though no one can tell Kieran what kind of trouble Rocco’s in, the two get closer and closer until their mutual attraction is too much to deny. To start a real, honest relationship, Rocco will have to come clean about his big, superpowered secret.
Before they can find their way to happily ever after, though, Rocco’s trouble shows up to lay siege to the lake house. Maybe, if they can fight their way out, Rocco can be free to live and love Kieran once and for all.
Tags: superpowers, action/adventure, romance, lgbtqia romance, nonbinary hero, superheroes, femme
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They left me alone with Rocco, half-naked, in a hot tub. Now, Rocco had been drinking, though not excessively, all night, so I was very aware that I should be careful and move slowly. I was nervous, even, for the first time I could remember when I was planning seduction—which I was right then.
Rocco slid from his seat and next to me, then turned to look me in the eye, so suddenly close it cut off my train of thought and left me completely and utterly stupid.
He bit at his bottom lip. Looked at mine. Then touched it with one wet, warm thumb. “This is nice,” he whispered.
“If you don’t kiss me right now, I’m going to jump you so fucking—”
He cut me off by attaching his mouth to mine, dipping low and tilting my chin with his hand. His mouth was soft against mine, hotter even than the water somehow. I parted my lips and he went with it, and we were tasting each other’s tongues before I knew what had happened. I reached out, tried to pull him nearer, and he threw a leg over my lap. This unexpected but very welcome development got a little moan out of me, and his damp, plump lips tilted into a smile and molded mine with them. I traced my way up his thigh underwater, slow but steady.
“How are you so hot?” I asked, meaning it literally. But also figuratively. He really did seem to be on fire, hot tub aside.
“I’m dying,” he said with a little laugh. “I’ve been dying since we met. You’re so beautiful.”
Goosebumps raced over the few parts of me not immersed. He was so sincere, so earnest, so amazed… My hand reached the top of his leg, and I slipped it around to the outside before it could hit anything too important, tracing just under the hem of his shorts. “We’re not allowed to come in the hot tub,” I said, like a goddamn idiot.
Rocco laughed, maybe a little nervously, and kissed me again. I pulled at him, and this time he shifted to straddle my lap, resting lightly, mostly buoyant and just out of reach of my rapidly hardening cock. I tilted my head up, and he bent to kiss me again. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down into me. When his erection pressed into my thigh, pinned against the inside of his, he whimpered. Then whispered, “No promises…”
Smiling again, I redoubled on the kissing, running one hand up his stomach and using the other to keep a death grip on his hipbone. He wrapped his legs around me, tucking them behind my back, and carried on like that for long moments.
He kissed like he talked, like he wanted to know what I had to say too. Like he wanted to know how I wanted to be kissed, touched. I hardly knew myself, at that point. The UST was exploding all around me, and I just wanted to eat his face off.
I brushed a thumb over his tightened nipple, and he gasped. Forehead to mine as he caught his breath, he whispered, “Please…don’t play with me.”
“What?”
“I meant what I said before. About… I don’t like to screw around. It always hurts.”
“I’m not,” I assured him, touched and experiencing a riptide of affection. “I’m not, Roc. I know we can’t do all the get to know you right now, but…eventually, right?”
“Not soon enough.” And he kissed me again, and we stayed that way, wrapped around each other in the hot tub, until we damn near lost our minds.
I’m too much of a demanding bitch to be content with that, though, when it seemed clear he was up for an enthusiastic orgasm trade. I knew I should take him to bed, but I couldn’t see a way to get him there fast enough. On the other hand, I suddenly recalled he’d never been with a man before, and I didn’t want to rush it.
So I let him decide. “Do you want to go to bed with me?” I asked. Then, just because these situations require clarity: “We don’t have to do anything. We can just…do this. If—”
“No. I mean, yes. Yes, let’s go to bed. And you can show me… I mean, I know how to—I do it to myself. But…um…I would fucking love to get you off.”
Ahhhh, this one would be the end of me. In more ways than one if I didn’t get him into bed and naked ASAP.
Katey Hawthorne is an avid reader and writer of superpowered and paranormal romance, even though the only degree she holds is in the history of art. (Or, possibly, because the only degree she holds is in the history of art.) Originally from the Appalachian foothills of West Virginia, she currently lives in Ohio with her family, two cats, and two huge puppies. In her spare time she enjoys travel, comic books, B-movies, loud music, video games, Epiphones, and Bushmills. Her favorite causes include animal rescue and bisexual representation in media. She is an unashamed fangirl and collects nerdy tattoos like she’s trying to prove it.
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