Buckle Up - episode 6: An LGBT erotic romance

  Karen Botha

  Buckle Up Episode 6

  First published by Karen Botha in 2018

  Copyright © Karen Botha, 2018

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  Contents

  Before you start

  Elliott

  Kyle

  Elliott

  Kyle

  Kyle

  Elliott

  Kyle

  Elliott

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  Hi Everyone

  Welcome to my new, Buckle Up series, a MM erotic romance. My readers are constantly nagging me to release quicker, so I’m trying something new here as there’s only so many words a girl can write a minute. I’m going to be releasing this series in sections.

  You’ve got the brand new, episode 6 here, and then every few days as I get another section finished, you’ll be able to download it from on Amazon.

  When I get to the end of this collection, I’ll bundle all the episodes together, so if you’d prefer to read a traditional book format, that’s the one for you.

  If you can’t wait, then grab episode 7 here. If you sign up to my newsletter, I’ll give you an exclusive free interview with Elliott, one of your two co-stars in this Buckle Up series.

  I mentioned the Naked series briefly, I know, it’s a bit forward, telling you about my other books before I’ve given you a chance to read this. But hey, it’d be remiss of me to miss an opportunity. Where’s a struggling author going to break even if I don’t at least give you the chance to check out my other titles? So here goes:

  Naked Truths - 1 in Naked series

  He’s a grieving widower, the perfect boyfriend, and the prime suspect…

  Lucy knows the importance of boundaries. As a massage therapist, she keeps her work and her personal life completely separate. But when a handsome widower shows up on her table and sparks an instant attraction, Lucy is shameless, breaking her rule to cross the line to an erotic romance…

  Paula isn’t so sure about her best friend’s perfect man… or the story of how his wife died. To uncover the truth, the former detective infiltrates his social circle. When she examines a scandalous lodger, a jealous brother, and a protective mother-in-law, everyone seems to have a hidden motive for murder…

  Lucy is torn between her old friend and her dark new love. Will she follow her head or her heart? And can Paula discover the true killer before her friend makes a fateful mistake?

  Naked Truths is the first book in a series of pulse-pounding erotic thrillers. If you like steamy sex scenes, complex characters, and twists you won’t see coming, then you’ll love Karen Botha’s captivating erotic romance.

  Download Naked Truths free today to discover the twisted truth!

  Naked Lies - 2 in Naked series

  Passion, Jealousy, Murder…

  He has billions; she has his heart.

  Scarred by her ex, the last thing on Lucy’s mind is a boyfriend. But when the perfect billionaire makes a play for her, she is forced to reconsider. Gorgeous, kind, and generous, he has it all, on the surface. And he’s set his sights on Lucy. When she falls for his rags-to-riches story, she takes the plunge…

  But Lucy’s burgeoning relationship is complicated when Adam is arrested. Paula, an ex-detective, looks into matters for her best friend. When she uncovers a domineering business partner, a tormented PA, and a resentful brother, each has a motive for the worst type of crime…

  Will Lucy follow her heart and allow true love to prevail? And will Paula unravel the web of deceit before it’s too late?

  Naked Lies is the second in the Naked Series of pulse-pounding Romantic Suspense full-length novels. If you like steamy sex scenes, complex characters, and twists you won’t see coming, then you’ll love Karen Botha’s captivating tale.

  Buy Naked Lies to uncover the layers of lies today!

  Elliott

  How could I resist?

  I shift my weight on the bed so I’m straddling his hips. Caressing his firm skin under his tee, I rake the delicate tips of my fingers over his rugged chest hair. Hiking his top towards his head, then over it, I stop short, trapping his arms so he’s captured in full view of anyone passing our transparent hotel in the trees.

  Running my nails, down the smooth underside of his forearms, his biceps and his trimmed underarms, his skin rucks leaving a trail of gratification, like the velvet plume from an aircraft in the blue sky above us.

  “You are gorgeous.” My voice whispers over his ear.

  “You are… awesome,” he reaches, drinks my bottom lip between his as my breath hitches. His restrained power is exhilarating. I let a groan escape, before drawing away, impatient for more of his body, nipping his collar bone between my teeth. I draw my hands down to the sensitive area to the side of his pecs and nibble his neck, then trail over to his pert nipple, as dark as the deep chocolate pools of his irises.

  I lick a glistening sheen along his pebbled flesh, twisting his extended buttons between my gentle teeth, probing until they throb, rolling them with my tongue whilst my nails graze every sensitive section of his flesh.

  He groans, shifting his hips, “You’re driving me crazy.”

  The thrill pumps until I’m dizzy, my eyes hood and my cock swells. I suckle his taught skin, harder, with more urgency, before licking down the dip between his abs, nipping with my teeth, moaning with each touch I connect to his toned abs.

  His arms are still tied in his tee over his head. “Lift your butt.” I strip his belt open and pop his buttons. His ripped jeans and underwear catch at his knees. Tugging them, I rip them off, firing them into a bundle on the floor.

  “Hmm…” His cock is demonstrating its appreciation, broad and heavy, his bulbous head already aching.

  “This isn’t fair,” he pants, “you’re still dressed, it’s only me on display to anyone walking past.”

  “And, I like it that way,” I have a devilish spark in my eye.

  “No, stop.” He says.

  “Huh?”

  “Yeah, take your top off.”

  Ooh, we’re playing that game, I’m happy to oblige. Crossing my arms at my waist, I pull my top over my head, allowing him to enjoy the full effect of my muscles flexing.

  “Magnificent, well done.” His voice is raspy.

  “Now your pants.”

  He eyes me from his serene, and very nude position on the bed. I labor my efforts, unbuttoning my jeans, freeing the flies one button at a time, deliberately pulling the material apart one slow section by one. Wiggling my hips as I reveal the centre of his desire in excruciatingly small segments. He’s trembling as I splay my legs either side of his torso, shirtless and a naked V exposed where my underwear should be.

  “Flying commando again, I see.” He raises an eyebrow and his iris sizzles with passion.

  “I know how you like it!” I push the fabric lower, uncovering my waist, slowly pushing my trousers sink until the creamy flesh covering my hip bones is bare. I loop my thumbs inside, work them down to the top of my crack. I step over him with one leg, spin around so my butt is facing him and wiggle the material loose so it drifts down to my ankles. I seize the lube I’ve sneaked in, and squirt a layer between my cheek
s, tilting so he sees exactly what I’m doing.

  “Oh, Elliott, you’re incorrigible,” he murmurs, “I need my hands.”

  “You’ll get them when I’m ready.” My voice is low, husky and brimming with torturous hunger.

  Kicking my trousers into the rising pile of abandoned clothing, I turn, my slick hand draped around my length and slide it up and down. I glide over him, finally free his arms from his redundant tee and pin his wrists with my hands whilst I ride our cocks together. The look in his eyes is smoldering as we move as one, groaning as our thrills multiply, holding eye contact joined in the hedonistic pleasure of our bodies.

  The rattle of our desire is like a bullet train now, speeding towards a tunnel. The insatiable tingling transforms into pressure and I struggle to keep my focus on Kyle. He scrunches his eyes and feeling his body as close to orgasm as mine is overwhelming. The pressure rides from my balls, up my penis.

  “We need to do this together.” I manage between short surges of gasps.

  “I’m close.” His hips work harder, faster against the pressure of mine.

  My penis rubs against his in one final flurry of tense muscles, he clasps my butt against him and we both release in an explosion of fire, the extremes of pleasure combined into one insurmountable climax.

  I gasp as my body jolts against his, his against mine, teasing every final gasp of a lingering sensation from our fatigued bodies.

  I collapse against him on the bed, both sprawling on our backs, clasping hands, staring through our transparent ceiling at forever in the sky.

  Kyle

  I’ll say this for Elliott, he knows how to pull together a first date. I hadn’t expected this of the self-confessed man whore who I met only a few weeks previously.

  And, what I love more about this whole experience is that it has taken thought. This weekend isn’t special because he’s bought memories, but more because he cares enough to find a date which is meaningful to him so he can share a part of himself with me. We head back to the bikes and collect overnight bags that he’s tucked away in the luggage boxes and dump them in the den before heading off to explore the rest of the woodland.

  “Have you been here before? Around the whole forest I mean?” I ask, shoving my cold fingers into my pockets.

  “Yeah, stacks of times. I show up when I have to get my head straight. So if work is manic sometimes, the peace helps me to relax and un-muddles my thoughts so I can process whatever I need.” He reaches to loop his fingers into my belt as the path widens allowing us to stroll side by side.

  “I appreciate you love your career, but is the political side of it a ball ache?.”

  A grin stretches across his face as he nods, “Yeah, it’s mental the extent of emotional baggage that comes with racing. We’re all doing it because we want to be the best. It hurts when something happens to knock you off that spot, whether it be the car not performing, some new hot driver coming in and taking a pop at your crown or even just throwing the car into a wall because you lost concentration for a split second.”

  “Is that why you haven’t really had a partner?” I ask.

  “Kind of. In part. But we’ve not really talked yet about that.” He inspects the roots in the path, chasing his foot over one and booting it.

  My heart leaps, and not in a good way. It should sink, but it doesn’t it lunges into my mouth, silencing my reply. This is the moment we avoided the other night and I’ve inadvertently brought it up.

  Eventually I manage, “Go on.” Inwardly I’m praying, ‘Please, do not let anything spoil this weekend.’

  “I just decided it was simpler. If I’m not with anyone, they can’t mess with my brain.”

  “It must be more than that, did someone mess with your head?” Deep down, I know the answer, but I have to hear the words from his mouth.

  “Yeah.” He sighs. I stay silent, I don’t need him to have an excuse for us not to get this out of the way.

  “I always knew, right from the crazy teenage hormone time, that I was attracted to guys and girls. I was around more boys than girls so they took the preference in my register of crushes and it never occurred to me that this process should be attached to a dilemma. Yeah, I noticed this was unusual, but my best buddy who I was knocking around with was also the same, so there wasn’t an issue as such.”

  “OK…” I breathe in through my nose, smelling the damp leaves on the muddy floor.

  “Well, as we grew older, my friend, Noah, and I grew tight. We were spending every possible hour out of school together, so looking back I guess it was inescapable.” He pauses and faces me, holding both my hands.

  I nod, pursing my lips, preparing for worse.

  “It didn’t develop overnight, but I did worship him.”

  “So, what went on?”

  “I started doing better than him in the competitions and my career took off. I had to move away, which was fine, it was always part of the plan. You can’t race if you don’t travel so to me it wasn’t a big shocker.”

  “But to him?”

  He smirks, there’s no light in his eyes. “He didn’t want to be with me when I was famous. Said, he couldn’t allow for my job to take priority, which it didn’t by the way…” he laughs, but his iris’s are stormy.

  His behaviour is making more sense. “So, you broke up?”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t realize. Then when I arrived home from a race weekend, I couldn’t get in touch with him. Turns out he’s now straight and has moved in with a girl!” His voice rises and octave, still outraged so many years on.

  “Hmm, that’s hurtful.” He shifts to wander on, I hold his arm firm at his elbow, preventing him from walking away.

  “Is that everything Elliott? You were with a dude and he cheated behind your back?” I don’t add that although it’s tough, it happens every day.

  He pauses, thoughtful, “More that he was ashamed to be with me. He never even acknowledged me after that. Until…”

  I hold my breath. Here we go.

  “Until, we met at an awards banquet and got chatting. One thing led to another. After all that had passed I still ran back to his hotel with him that night. I fell in love with him all over again.”

  “And by dawn he was done with you again?” I ask starting to see why this would make him over protective of his emotions.

  He swallows and I have to force myself not to kiss his Adam’s apple, “Yeah, I was just his entertainment on the side. He was married by then and had no intentions of leaving.”

  “And you vowed you’d never let yourself be used like that again, you turned the tables, became the one doing the using?”

  “Yes, although the people I went with always knew upfront what they were getting into. But you’re right. It does fucking hurt, and when I’m struggling with emotional pain, I can’t push a car to the brink. I tanked it in a barrier the next time out. I was lucky to get out with only a smashed collar bone. Falling in love at this stage of my career just isn’t worth risking my life for. So, I steered away from it… until you.”

  Elliott

  “Anyway, enough of that, becasue without all of that I wouldn’t appreciate what we’ve found together.” I kiss Kyle’s hand.

  “That’s great to hear, because this is an awful lot of trouble for you to go to if you’re not that into me.” He’s, grinning then kisses my cheek.

  That’s it. Conversation over. No repercussions. He doesn’t think I’m weak, just accepts that I have a history which shames me, and we move on.

  “How about you, what happened with your soon to be ex wife?” I ask.

  “Ah, not much. We met young. She was more my families choice than mine. My Dad is big into his religion, so it was always expected that I’d wed a good catholic girl.”

  A giggle rumbles up my rib cage, “I thought we were past the times of arranged marriages?”

  Kyle nods, “I didn’t know any better. And so I just went along with the notion. Found Madeline in a local bar, she was nice, drinking l
emonade because she was driving. That was that. I didn’t need to know any more. It was a problem solved. Or so I thought.”

  “Go on, surprise me.”

  “Standard stuff, we had different values. She wasn’t as good a catholic as she made out. My family ended up loving her more than I did. But they didn’t see her true character.”

  “Hmm. Do any of us ever expose our underlying personalities.” A small bird flutters into a branch. It’s probably nesting season.

  Kyle hasn’t noticed, he pushes me against the damp bark of an old tree, and whispers inches from my face, “I have discovered more about myself with you than I ever considered possible. I want us to be absolutely honest, all the time.” He cups my jaw, fixing his stare into my eyes. “It doesn’t matter what happens, we should know we always have each other. OK?”

  “OK.” My voice is weaker than I’d choose. “Fuck Kyle, this is so intense.”

  He laughs, “Yeah, some first date, hey?”

  I reach my mouth up to graze his lips. As they part an intensity emanates from him through into my core.

  “I really want to screw you against this tree.” I say, cocking my head, a heated smile catching my mouth. “Just being honest.”

  He laughs. “I’m ready to go further if you want?”

  Whoa, if I’m ready? Is he kidding me? “Erm, yeah!” I thrust into him, to demonstrate the point.

  “I hope you brought condoms with you? I wasn’t altogether prepared for this adventure you’ve brought us on.”

  “Wait and see, but my packing abilities may please you.”

  “What have you brought for me to wear by the way?” We start making our way down a path to the left. Heavy water rushes over rocks somewhere in the distance.

  “I did consider bringing nothing and keeping you my naked captive all weekend.”