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Loving You
by Giovanna Reaves
My One-Night Stand Book Two
After catching his fiancé cheating, Ethan Beaumont needed to get away. Ethan decided a spontaneous weekend in Las Vegas was just what he needs. He was not expecting on running into the dashing and sexy Tyler Hamilton, the man he'd had a crush on since the day they met.

Tyler Hamilton, known for his love ’em and leave ’em attitude, just got back from tracking a bioterrorist and needed some downtime. Asked to go to Las Vegas to close a business deal by his business partner and twin brother, Lucas, Tyler decided to take time to relax as well. Running into Ethan Beaumont, Tyler made him an offer Ethan couldn't refuse.

They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, will that be the same for Ethan and Tyler?

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Content/Theme(s): M/M, Gay, GLBT, Mpreg, Contemporary, Fantasy
Release Date: September 20, 2016
Publisher: Indie

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Excerpt:
Damn, this is so fucking wrong but feels so damn right, thought Tyler.

The way Ethan was moving his body, rubbing his sweet ass on him, there was no way he could hide his growing erection. And to be honest, Tyler didn’t want to hide it. Once the song that was currently playing ended, he grabbed Ethan’s hands and pulled him off the dance floor. Tyler escorted him over to a table in the back that was always reserved for him whenever he visited. They sat down next to each other in the booth, and Ethan scooted closer to him, leaving a small bit of space between them.

Immediately a server came over and placed a bottle of his favorite vodka and two shot glasses on the table. Tyler wanted to use the time to talk to Ethan, thinking that since they were getting along he might as well push their unspoken truce to the test. Their dance had his brain fried and he needed a few minutes to hold on to what brain cells he had left. It might not have been the ideal place, but Tyler felt he needed to give whatever attraction that was happening between them transpire without him stressing the minor details. No matter how much his cock was screaming at him to fuck talking and get straight to what he desperately wanted, Ethan in his bed or the nearest wall and Tyler pounding into him.

He picked up the bottle of vodka and poured them each a shot. Ethan picked up his glass and downed the contents in one gulp while Tyler watched his every move.

Ethan placed his glass down then leaned closer Tyler, who automatically wrapped his arms around him.

"What are we doing, Ethan?" Tyler asked, digging his nails into Ethan’s side.

Ethan closed his eyes and lifted one of his hands to Tyler’s bearded jaw, caressing it before running a thumb over the man’s bottom lip. “So soft,” Ethan whispered, then opened his eyes to stare up at him, "I thought we were having a drink," he said cheekily. “Or is there something else going on that I am not aware of?”

Tyler didn’t know how to answer that question. In the little time they had interacted, that version of Ethan was keeping him on his toes. He was used to men and women throwing themselves at him, but tonight he felt unbalanced, and figured if he ever had a chance with Ethan there would be some type of struggle. Oddly, he was not turned off by the new behavior, it intrigued him more.

Reaching up, Tyler cupped the left side of Ethan’s cheeks, and stared into his eyes, "You know what I mean. This is the first time since I’ve known you, we’re not snapping at each other."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders, "Eh, what you call snapping at each other I call foreplay." He reached over and poured himself another shot, sipping it.

Tyler chuckled as he slouched, stretching out his long legs, crossing his feet at the ankle. Ethan rested his head on Tyler’s shoulder. If anyone passed by they would assume he and Ethan were lovers. Tyler had to admit Ethan felt wonderful next to him and in his arms, as if he belonged there the entire time.

"Very well. What about your fiancé?" he asked, looking down at Ethan’s profile. His long lashes, resting against his brown cheeks fluttered as Ethan looked up at him. Tyler needed to make sure, just in case things moved too far. Dancing was one thing, but fucking was an entirely different matter.

Tyler was not mistaking the sexual vibes between them, and he would be a fool to ignore it, but there were certain rules he tried to live by that kept him alive. Other than shoot first and ask questions later, his main rule in life was never sleep with a taken man or woman. That one rule had saved him from a lot of fucking drama in the long run.

A look came over Ethan’s face, which Tyler couldn’t read, before he answered. "There's no fiancé,” he said before taking another sip of his drink. “Well not anymore, anyway,” Ethan continued. Tyler realized he still hadn’t had his first drink yet and brought the glass to his lips, watching the various expressions pass over Ethan’s face. “I’m a free agent."

Even though Tyler suspected something was up, he was still surprised. And shamefully admitted to himself, he was a tiny bit happy. "When did this happen? And I take it that Christen doesn’t know."

Ethan pulled away and started to stand up, their possible moment was ruined. Tyler grabbed onto his arm, stopping him before he could get any further. "Tell me," Tyler demanded.

"Does it really matter?" Ethan asked, sitting back down, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yes, it does, contrary to what you might think, I care about you, a lot," Tyler told him.

“I damn sure hope not as a brother,” Ethan said, then purred. “Not the way we were practically fucking each other on the dance floor a few minutes ago.” The man’s mood shifted back to the beguiling kitten from a few moments ago. It was so quick it almost gave Tyler fucking whiplash.

“Do you think I would want to fuck Christen or Lucas?” he said, making his point clear.

Ethan didn’t answer his question. "Look,” he began, “I don't want anyone to care about me right now. Tonight I came here to have fun, not think about what little troubles I might be going through.” He leaned closer to Tyler his lips grazing his outer ear. “I want someone who can fuck me stupid.” He placed a hand on Tyler’s leg, slowly moving it up and stopped just a hair’s breadth from touching his crotch. Tyler was breathing so hard he was sure everyone in the club could hear him. “Can you do that, Tyler? Fuck me until I forget my damn name, or should I find someone else?"

Tyler once again wondered to himself, where or why has Ethan been hiding this part of himself? He was always bold, but never this forward. He pulled his face away from Ethan, capturing his chin between his thumb and his pointer finger. He caressed the soft lips with his thumb. He wanted to look into Ethan’s eyes to be certain he was aware of his words and behavior.

"Who are you?" he said quietly. But he was confident Ethan heard him.

Ethan smiled and licked his bottom lip, and his tongue touched Tyler’s finger. “I’m not a stranger, Tyler. I’m the same Ethan, you know and...” He tilted his to the side. “Should I say love or want to fuck?”

Tyler cupped Ethan’s cheek with his free hand, turning in the booth to face him. “You are certainly not what I was expecting tonight.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?” Ethan quipped then licked his lips again, this time sucking on Tyler’s thumb, staring into his face before pulling back. “Normal can get a bit boring. Don’t you agree?” Tyler was sure that wasn’t a question. Right then his brain was frazzled with all the thoughts going through it. Ethan had him doing mental backflips.

“You didn’t answer my question from earlier,” Ethan said to him.

“What question’s that?”

Ethan moved closer to him, practically sitting on his lap. Tyler’s hand slowly fell from his face. One of Ethan’s legs was draped over his. His hand was still close to Tyler’s cock, his thumb lightly rubbing on his balls. Ethan’s lips brushed against his bearded cheek and whispered in his ear. “Should I find someone else for the night?”

“And if I said yes, would you get up and find someone else?” Tyler teased.

This was their game for years, the snarky banter between them. Tyler would admit that some of his animosity towards Ethan could be a result of his attraction, which he had tried to hide, playing it up as dislike.

He heard Ethan snicker. “Never knew you for the type to playing hard to get. Besides you don’t want me to walk away and miss the opportunity to have me writhing beneath you.” Ethan licked the shell of Tyler’s outer ear. “You like me too much.”

Tyler pulled back, putting some space between them and smiled teasingly. Hiding his reaction to Ethan’s teasing was getting harder the longer they sat there playing a flirtatious game of cat and mouse. “Who said I like you.” He asked rhetorically.

“Oh, not only do you like me, but you also want me. And if you haven’t noticed, I want you too.”

Tyler remained quiet for a few seconds. He had to slow down from their easy flirting. He knew what was about to happen, but he didn’t want to be the rebound.

"I don't want to be the rebound guy, Ethan." Voicing his thoughts out loud.

Ethan looked up at him quickly, some of the teasing disappeared from his eyes, "Who said anything about rebound? You make it sound as if I’m looking for a permanent relationship. Been there, done that,” he said flippantly. “I only want one night together. Who better to have with it, then with someone I have always wanted?"

"I don't want you to regret this in the morning," Tyler stated.

"Trust me, I won't," Ethan assured him. "I'm an adult and far too sober than I would like right now."

“How about dinner first?” Tyler suggested. He had no idea why he was stalling. Maybe he really wanted to know what happened between Ethan and that guy he had been with. Or maybe he wanted some more time with Ethan than just a quick fuck. Whatever the case, it didn’t matter.

Ethan whined softly and dropped his head on Tyler’s shoulder before lifting it again, looking up at him. “Tyler, seriously, dinner? I guess they were wrong about you. You’re not the fuck’em and forget’em type of guy.”

“Do you listen to everything you hear?” Tyler chuckled despite the mild insult, “I forget strangers after I fuck them, not friends.”

“Well then, let’s pretend I’m a stranger, just for tonight,” Ethan said boldly.

“I don’t think I can forget you,” Tyler told him.

“You are a charmer, Mr. Hamilton, do you say that to all the men you take to your bed or am I a special case?” Tyler didn’t miss the small bit of self-doubt in Ethan’s question.

Tyler chuckled, “I never try to take my one-night stands to dinner.” Tyler reached up and grabbed the back of Ethan’s head. He missed Ethan’s long curly hair. “I want you so bad it hurts. I’m holding myself back from jumping you and humping you like a horny dog.”

They stared at each other, coming to the realization that it was going to happen. For all his talk of having dinner, Tyler's libido was in overdrive the whole time and he felt like a kid in a candy store.

“Then let’s get the hell out of here. There’s no reason you need to hold back.” Ethan assured him. “Not on my account.”

Ethan started to get up when Tyler stopped him. "Wait." Tyler grabbed onto his arm pulling him back down in the booth. "Let’s take this one step further.”

“How much further are we talking about?”

“Instead of one night give me the whole weekend?" Tyler asked. Ethan opened his mouth to protest. "Hear me out," he urged.
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