BLACK HEART DOWN by S.J. Frost
M/M Contemporary Erotic Romance
Published at MLR Press
Available in all ebook formats and soon in print
BLURB:
For Robbie Russo, only one man has ever owned his heart, Kyler Christenson. The years at each other’s sides never diminished his love for him, but with the rise to fame in their rock band, Black Heart Down, more than a few challenges hindered their relationship. Now, he’s reached a crossroads, either he’ll have all of Kyler, or he’ll walk away from everything they’ve built together.
Kyler may be fearless on stage, but if there’s one thing to send his heart crashing down, it’s losing Robbie. When Robbie delivers his ultimatum, Kyler’s willing to do what it takes for things to work. But change doesn’t happen quickly, and when he makes a terrible mistake, all their history together might not be enough to save their future.
EXCERPT:
*In this scene from Chapter 2, guitarist, Robbie Russo, is in the penthouse of his lead singer, Kyler Christenson, after being away for a while after they’ve argued*
Kyler went to the monitor and confirmed with the doorman that the pizza was his, then went back to the living room and handed Robbie the beer. “I’m going to change out of these things.” He gave the top of his pants a tug.
Robbie caught his movement, and also the large bulge pushing against Kyler’s pants. He flicked his gaze up to Kyler’s. “Alright.”
Kyler slowly turned away, walking toward a hall to go to the master bedroom.
Robbie couldn’t resist sneaking a look at Kyler’s ass in the leather pants. He reclined back on the couch, unconsciously running his hand over the supple black leather, then realized he was doing it and let out a frustrated groan, since he knew exactly what the gesture mimicked. He gazed around the room, attempting to distract his mind.
The tables were glass with stainless steel accents, the décor consisting of concert posters, Gold and Platinum records, two electric guitars, one acoustic. Everything cool, hard, rock star, like Kyler himself. Yet there was style and softness to the place also, like in the chairs and couch.
Robbie closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. Now his thoughts had gone from bad to weird. He was analyzing Kyler’s furniture trying to gain insight into him. He had officially lost it.
A knock sounded on the door. Robbie started to get up, pausing halfway to standing as Kyler came back down the hall wearing an Indianapolis Colts T-shirt and blue workout pants. He’d taken his hair out of the ponytail and shook his fingers through the golden strands as he walked toward the door.
Robbie dropped back to sitting. When Kyler was dressed in trendy clothes, he always looked hot. But when he was like this, to him, Kyler was even more stunning.
Kyler paid for the pizza and dropped it off on the coffee table on his way back into the kitchen to get plates. “Go ahead and throw in whatever movie you want.” He smirked over his shoulder. “You know where the porn is.”
Robbie couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, but unless you’ve bought some new ones, we’ve already watched them all.”
Kyler returned with the plates, offering one to Robbie. “True, but we’ve also never made it all the way through one. The second half of any of them would be like a whole new movie.”
Robbie stared at him. His heart pounded quicker. His cock, which he was sure hadn’t gone all the way down since getting around Kyler, hardened to its fullest. The intensity in Kyler’s eyes was a look he knew well, and it always defeated him. He’d never understand how he could want to deny him and have him at the same moment. But he couldn’t do both, so he’d have to choose which path to follow; his heart telling him to surrender to Kyler’s smile, or his mind telling him to keep things cool.
Robbie reached up to take the plate, but laid his hand more over Kyler’s. “You never gave me a welcome home kiss.”
Kyler wet his lips. “I was under the impression you didn’t want me to kiss you.”
Robbie pulled the plate from Kyler’s hand and set it on the table. He stood, leaving only inches between them. He angled his lips toward Kyler’s. “I always want you to kiss me.”
Kyler lifted one hand, sliding it to the back of Robbie’s neck as he leaned forward, whispering before their lips touched, “That’s good, because I always want to kiss you.”
A hushed moan sounded in Robbie’s throat. He wrapped his arms around Kyler. As their bodies pressed together, his chest met with Kyler’s, his hands explored the muscle of Kyler’s back. Kyler’s kiss was tender, his tongue gliding over his own in slow, deep thrusts. Each time they had tension between them, when they finally allowed their hearts and bodies to succumb to what they truly wanted, it was always like this, as if they were starting over, again and again. And yet even though things would feel fresh, underneath it all was comfort and familiarity.
Robbie moved one hand up Kyler’s back to toy with the ends of his hair. The gentle kiss was wonderful, but he wanted more. He wanted Kyler to unleash his hunger, his aggressiveness. Robbie dropped both hands to Kyler’s ass, grabbing hold of each cheek and jerking him forward so their hips pressed tight together.
Kyler broke the kiss, his voice breathless. “You won’t be getting any rest if you keep this up.”
Robbie lightly nipped Kyler’s neck. “I’ve changed my mind about that.”
Those words were all Kyler needed. He spun Robbie and pushed him down to the couch, following after him.
Copyright 2011 by S.J. Frost
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