4 out of 5 stars
This novella was just one scorchingly hot read! From the prologue to the end, you’ll be consumed by the lust set off when these 2 best friends finally take the jump and get down and dirty.
Rhys has been pining over his straight best friend for 12 years! To cover his feelings and tge fact that he is even gay, he spends his nights with random men to scratch the itch. He has no idea that Wade is hiding his own secret!
When Wade stumbles drunk into Rhys’ apartment one night he sees Rhys masturbating and screaming out his name. To say that he is shocked is a gross understatement. He is pissed that his best friend has been hiding this secret from him all these years, but finally he can’t take it anymore. He takes matters into his own hands rather forcefully. You can imagine Rhys’ shock when he finds out that Wade knows his secret.
The rest is mind blowingly hot sex, but Rhys does have his insecurities that I can’t blame him for. How can his straight best friend truly be interested in him? Wade has to be the aggressor to get past these insecurities, and it’s hot as hell!
They call me the Charmer. My best friend Wade tells me it’s because I’m suave and mysterious. But he doesn’t know my secret. The one I’ve kept hidden from him for twelve years. The one I will never reveal to him — Rhys
They call me The Brute. Probably because of my physique. And, let’s face it, because I’m a total dick at times. So Rhys likes to tell me anyway. Thing is, there’s something Rhys isn’t telling me. Something I’m dying to hear from his lips. His sinful confession. You see, I know Rhys’s secret — Wade
Rhys Damon has spent most of his adult life watching Wade Tucker bed woman after woman, his dark desire for his best friend and business partner a secret he is determined to take to his grave, since he knows it will never be reciprocated. With their design firm thriving across two continents, Rhys finds himself content burying his heartache in a string of meaningless, casual sex arrangements. Until the night everything changes.
When Wade Tucker stumbles upon his best friend calling out his name as he pleasures himself, he knows his relationship with Rhys will never be the same again. A year later, the memory of what Wade saw is still branded in his mind and his feelings for Rhys have evolved into something he never anticipated. As tension mounts and the relationship between the two business partners becomes increasingly strained, things finally come to a head the night Wade follows Rhys and discovers him with another man.
After an explosive confrontation, Wade makes Rhys a proposition he can’t refuse: that they try things out for six weeks. Six weeks of exploring a side of each other they never knew before. Six weeks of torrid kisses and sultry touches. Six weeks of screamingly good, scorching hot sex. Six weeks of utterly losing themselves to one another.
But as the end of their proposition looms in sight, can Wade persuade Rhys that he wants more? Or will Rhys’s deep-seated fears stop him from fully surrendering his heart and soul to the one man he thought he could never have?
Discover Rhys and Wade’s wickedly intoxicating story in this sixth novella in the hot, contemporary romance series Nights by A.M. Salinger.
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That was when Wade heard it.
The sound had frozen his feet to the ground. Heat had flooded his face in the next instant when he realized Rhys had someone with him. Someone he was evidently having sex with. Wade was berating himself for being an ass and had decided to leave Rhys’s apartment and go back to his own place when the moan came again.
It was louder. Breathy. Sensual. And most definitely male.
Awareness slammed into Wade with the force of a speeding train. He knew that voice. Had known it for sixteen years.
He moved then, his feet taking him unbidden toward golden light spilling on hardwood floor, his racing pulse sending blood thundering in his ears. As the hairs rose on his arms and his mouth went dry, Wade ignored the internal voice screaming at him that this was a bad idea, that he didn’t have the right to do this.
To watch his best friend have sex.
But overwhelming curiosity fueled by alcohol clouded his better judgement and Wade found himself standing in front of Rhys’s bedroom in the blink of an eye. The door was slightly ajar. He saw his own hand rise and push it open a few inches as if in a dream.
Wade swallowed as he acknowledged a staggering truth to himself in that split-second before he looked up. He needed to see. Was desperate to see who had elicited such a sound from the refined man he had come to know and respect. A man Wade had never been able to fully figure out, despite over a decade of friendship.
The sight that met Wade’s eyes had his breath locking in his throat and his heart stuttering in his chest.
Just like the rest of the apartment, Rhys’s bedroom was an elegant mix of grays, blacks, silvers, and whites. Dominating the stylish space to the right and visible through the gap in the doorway was a large, charcoal, modern sleigh bed which Wade knew faced a floor-to-ceiling glass wall overlooking a terrace and the city at the opposite end.
Everything blurred out of focus as Wade stared at the man lying atop the gray sheets. The naked man who was very much on his own and masturbating while he pushed a large, flesh-colored dildo up his ass.
Sweat beaded Rhys’s forehead and upper lip as he dug his heels into the mattress and thrust up, his hips undulating in time to his busy hands as he squeezed and rubbed his glistening, engorged cock while driving the lubed love stick between his thighs in and out of his body.
A tortured sob left Rhys’s lips as a spasm of pleasure shuddered through him.
The sound traveled down Wade’s body and straight to his groin. Wade stared, entranced, as Rhys writhed on the bed and pleasured himself. There was no shame. No guilt that what he was doing was wrong. That watching Rhys in this state was a vile transgression of his friend’s privacy. Instead, only one thought filled Wade’s mind as Rhys’s movements grew more frantic, his voice unrecognizable as he moaned and cursed and groaned out in rising ecstasy.
Rhys Damon was as sexy as fuck.
Rhys suddenly stiffened on the bed. He let go of his cock, grabbed the headboard behind him in a white knuckled-grip, and rammed the dildo into his ass once, twice.
Rhys climaxed on the third violent thrust, his spine arching off the mattress in a deliciously tense curve, his toes flexing in the sheets while pulses of cum jetted out of his flushed dick and struck his golden, sweat-slicked chest and stiff nipples.
Rhys’s breath hiccupped in his throat a second before he cried out, his face crumpling as he surrendered to pure pleasure.
Shock blazed through Wade at the sound of his name on Rhys’s lips. It brought him back to life in an instant, jolting him out of the hypnotic daze he’d found himself in. He stepped back from the door, turned, and headed rapidly out of Rhys’s apartment, more sober than he had ever been in his entire life.
Ava Marie Salinger is the pen name of an Amazon bestselling author who has always wanted to write scorching hot contemporary and erotic romance. In 2018, she finally decided to venture to the steamy side. NIGHTS is the first of several sizzling series featuring sweet, sexy men and women with dark pasts and a whole lot of love to give to the ones brave enough to fight for their hearts. When she’s not dreaming up hotties to write about, you’ll find Ava creating kickass music playlists to write to, spying on the wildlife in her garden, drooling over gadgets, and eating Chinese.
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