Semua Bab Burnt Offerings: A Forbidden MM Erotica Collection: Bab 1 - Bab 10

TwoTen years later The large hall was teeming with familiar faces when Logan walked through the glass, double-doored entrance. The air smelled thickly of lavender and roses, merriness inclusive. Adjusting his blue tux, Logan swept his eyes across the sea of faces, both familiar and unfamiliar. Strings of familiarity pulling at his chest. It’s been years since he last stepped foot in this city, never looking back after his high school years. The city, and the familiar faces, awoke some painful memories that he’d decided to keep buried. Memories of shame…and heartbreak. He’d vowed to never return to the city, but the wedding of one of his closest buddies back in school couldn’t let him keep that vow. He knew he couldn’t skip the wedding, else he’d never be forgiven. And he wasn’t ready to lose another one of his buddies. The one he’d lost already still shattered his heart till this day. Sighing, and pushing the thoughts away, he gripped his bag tighter and strode int

FourThe friction of their bulging cocks against each other almost drove them wild, the air between them electrically charged. They groaned into each other’s mouths, their senses and vision blurred out by the desire that fueled the kiss. Vibrating with need, Finn reached between them and slipped his fingers into Logan’s pants, and as his hot fingers curled around his throbbing cock, Logan tore his lips away. His eyes were wide and glazed, confusion sparking in them. “Are you sure about this, Finn?”“What?” Finn replied, his breaths hot and raspy. “This…” Logan gestured between them, his gaze straying to the bulge between them. “If we do this, there’s no going back, you know.”Finn sighed, his fingers delving into Logan’s hair as he pulled him close and dropped a light, feverish kiss on his lips. “I don’t know, Logan,” he murmured against his lips, “but I can barely control these desires anymore. They’re threatening to drive me crazy, and from the look in your eyes, I guess I can s

Two Moving to the uptown of Chicago had never really been the plan for Nico. But just 72 hours after he moved, he was beginning to see it in a different light. Maybe moving wasn’t so bad, after all. Probably be a fun experience. He’d had this thought the moment he saw his next-door neighbor. The hot professor with the glaring eyes and perpetual, somehow captivating frown. As a perpetually inquisitive person, Nico’s interest had been piqued after the good shoulder he received from the hot neighbor. Plus, there was also the fact that he wasn’t used to being ignored or overlooked, mostly because of his looks and his career as a model. People fawned over him, and most of the time it was overwhelming. No, all the time. But it irked Nico that there had been zero to no reaction about his looks or whatsoever, from his new neighbor. He’d only been given the cold shoulder. And he wasn’t used to that. It bothered him, so he’d proceeded to find out why. A subtle excuse to

Four“So, what’s the genre we’re looking at?”Nico picked up one of the books on the desk and flipped it to the back, reading the short description. “This one seems to be about magical powers and shit. Fantasy?”Theo nodded, taking a sip of his wine. He set down his glass and picked up a book from the pile. “I have romance, crime thrillers and fantasy, here.”He handed him a book. “What do you think about this?”Nico took the book and glanced through it, trying not to think about the electric jolts that had bolted up his spine at the brush of their fingers. He flipped through the book, his eyes taking in the words on the pages. “A reincarnation trope?” he asked, squinting his brows. “Mmhm.”“So why’s it so lackluster? I know I’m only skimming but I haven’t caught a single glimpse of anything interesting or attention-worthy in these pages.” Nico glanced up at Theo, a genuine confusion on his face. “Is this normal?”Theo let out a quiet chuckle, running a hand through his hair. He wa

2Wedding dayMarcus Tallavera walked into the chapel courtyard, realizing that he was a little late to his cousin’s wedding. A little late was an understatement, in fact. Because the couple was already reciting their vows.Sighing, he ran a hand through his already tousled hair and crossed over to the tall, glass windows, where some paparazzi clustered themselves, taking snapshots even through the glass windows. He stood off to the less deserted side, looking through the window, at the gorgeous couple who radiated brilliantly from a distance. The bride being his beautiful cousin, Bridget Tallavera, and her groom. Marcus’s gaze flicked to the man that stood facing his cousin, wearing a thin, wan smile. Picking out a hint of familiarity in the side features—a silver stud, full, grimly set lips, a slightly crooked nose..The groom…Marcus stiffened. For some reason, the physique of his cousin’s groom reminded him of the strange man he’d fucked in his bed the previous night. The sa