Book Title: Naughty & Nice
Author: DJ Jamison
Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
Release Date: November 19, 2020
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Ex-stepbrothers, snowed in, holidays
Themes: Christmas, family, making up for past mistakes
Length: approx. 60 000 words
It is a standalone story.
Buy Links – Available on Kindle Unlimited
Why can’t I forget your kiss…
Blurb
Why can’t I forget your kiss…
Dear Quinn,
Why must I have these feelings for you? You’re my ex-stepbrother, and nothing will change that truth, no matter how many letters I write.
I never expected to see you again–or to rescue you from the side of the road in a blizzard. I didn’t think you would ever like me, much less kiss me in a steaming hot tub on a snowy night. It seems we make better lovers than brothers, which is all kinds of naughty and nice while we’re snowed in together.
But can this new intimacy last when the skies clear and my family finally arrives for the holidays, or are we just two guys in a mountain cabin with a great view of everything we want but can’t have?
Hopelessly yours,
Jonas
Naughty & Nice is set in the same universe as Secret Admirer but stands alone.
JONAS
I crawled out of the nest of blankets I was sharing with Quinn in the living room to roast another marshmallow over the fire. We’d had so much sex I didn’t think I could go again if I wanted to. Quinn was fantastic in bed. I don’t think he had any idea how sexy he really was. He had an obsession with my abs, but it was his attention to my nipples that really made me hot. And I had an obsession with…well, just about every part of him. His expressive eyes, his full lips, his round, luscious ass. Hell, even the arches of his feet did it for me.
But unlike with most of my hookups, I liked spending time with Quinn out of bed. Time like this, still naked and intimate, was a first for me.
He prodded my ass with his foot. “Mountain cabin with a great view.”
I chuckled. “Do you mean the scene out the window or my bare ass?”
“Oh, I definitely mean your ass.”
I turned the skewer, toasting this marshmallow an even light brown because Quinn was fussy about his marshmallows. I loved them toasted, charcoal on the outside and lava goo on the inside. But I still remembered Quinn once hurling his marshmallow into the campfire in a temper because it’d gotten slightly overdone.
I edged back from the fireplace, pivoting toward Quinn. Despite being naked, I was hot from kneeling so close to the flames. Quinn was ready for me, a graham cracker in each hand with a square of Hershey chocolate bar on top. I set the marshmallow down, and he used the graham cracker to help tug it off the end of the skewer.
“Smooth as silk,” I said as we made a perfect exchange and Quinn sandwiched the marshmallow into a s’more.
I placed the skewer on the gray-brick hearth, then scuttled back into the heap of blankets with Quinn.
“Wow, you got this marshmallow perfect.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want you tossing it into the fire in a fit of rage.”
“I would never—” He paused. “You really do remember everything, huh?”
There was a calculating look in his eye that made me feel transparent. The thought of him realizing how much I’d thought about him, longed for him, over the years made me uneasy. I tapped my temple. “I’m not just a pretty face and a hot body.”
“I never said your face was pretty,” he teased.
“Oh, now you’re gonna get it!” I tipped him to the floor beneath me.
Quinn flailed, holding up his right hand as he attempted to squirm away. “Ah, the s’more!”
“Better eat it while you can,” I warned as I pinned his legs but allowed him to sit up enough to gobble the melty mess in his hands. Chocolate was seeping down one wrist. I leaned forward and licked it from his skin.
Quinn made a garbled sound, mouth still full of marshmallow and graham cracker. I took his now empty hand and cleaned it of chocolate, finger by finger. By the time I sucked his thumb clean, he was breathing hard.
“Chocolate tastes good on you.”
Quinn lurched forward, slamming his lips to mine with a needy sound. That sound went straight to my dick, hardening it. But it also made my stomach flutter and my heart lurch. That sound made me feel like the smartest, biggest, most impressive specimen of man on earth. I wanted to drag that sound from Quinn, proof that he wanted me, proof that I gave him pleasure, again and again.
I met his hungry tongue and fed him my own passion in return. He lay back, flat on the floor, and pulled me over him. I ground my hips into him while we made out like mad. It looked like I had enough energy left for one more round after all. Quinn could probably make me hard anytime he crooked his little finger.
That didn’t worry me. All the other stuff did.
I’d managed to distract him from thinking about why I remembered so many little details from our time living together as teens, but I’d have to be more careful to guard my heart. Quinn hadn’t said as much, but I was pretty sure he’d never had casual sex in his life. He was a relationship guy. Hooking up with a hot guy? I was pretty sure it was a novelty for him.
I used to pride myself on being some pretty boy’s naughty sexcapade, but Quinn wasn’t just any pretty boy. I’d been carrying a torch for him for years. Dozens of letters to him were bundled in my duffel bag, just in the next room, full of words of longing and frustration.
Why couldn’t I forget him and move on? I thought I was hung up on his rejection, or was just a pushover for guys in need. I thought we’d never meet again. Now, as he moaned under me, rubbing his body against mine, I realized something I’d never fully admitted to myself before.
I was in love with Quinn.
For two years, our families had lived together. For two years, I’d dedicated myself to drawing him out of his sad shell. I provoked him, I teased him, I tried to make him laugh. Somewhere along the way, Quinn became my whole world.
And when I kissed him under that Christmas tree, it all came crashing down. The secret hopes and affections I’d been harboring led to rejection, awkward tension, more pain. For both of us.
We’d been stepbrothers. Of course we couldn’t be together.
But what about now? Could two ex-stepbrothers have a real future—or was this all there would ever be between us: a secret fling in a mountain cabin with a great view of everything we wanted but couldn’t have?
DJ Jamison writes romances about everyday life and extraordinary love featuring a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual. DJ grew up in the Midwest in a working-class family, and those influences can be found in her writing through characters coping with real-life problems: money troubles, workplace drama, family conflicts and, of course, falling in love. DJ spent more than a decade in the newspaper industry before chasing her first dream to write fiction. She spent a lifetime reading before that and continues to avidly devour her fellow authors’ books each night. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons, one snake, and a sadistic cat named Birdie.
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