Heaven Sent: Feisty Little Firecracker

Jet Mykles

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In Hell, Brent learned that "little" and "cute" didn’t mean feminine or submissive. New band member Hell showed him love and pleasure like he’d never known it. Now, Brent's late and Hell's pissed. H...
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In Hell, Brent learned that "little" and "cute" didn’t mean feminine or submissive. New band member Hell showed him love and pleasure like he’d never known it. Now, Brent's late and Hell's pissed. Hell loves fireworks and he was looking forward to watching the Fourth of July fireworks show with his lover from the balcony of their new lakeside home. Brent screwed up and now he's got to make it up to his little firecracker in the best way he knows how.

  • Note:This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: m/m sexual contact.
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Brent toed off his Birkenstocks as he headed for the door and reached down to grab the hem of his T-shirt to pull it off. He fumbled with it, then managed to toss the garment into a nearby chair. Left only with his cargo shorts, he stopped in the doorway.

Hell didn’t turn, didn’t move from gazing up at the sky. “You’re late.” His tone was cool, but maybe he wasn’t too mad. A pop and a swish and a trail of sparkling white shot into the sky, giving a silvery sheen to Hell’s lavender curls.

“I know.” Brent stepped onto the wooden slats of the balcony floor. “I’m sorry.”

A huge bang in the distance and the sky lit with green. He reached Hell just in time to hear the imp’s gasp of pleasure at the sight. Brent glanced up, admiring the brilliant fire flower, but lost interest quickly. Fireworks were cool and all, but he was much more interested in this fiery little man. Brent gripped the banister on either side of Hell and stepped into him, pressing his cock into the curve of the smaller man’s back.

That earned him a glance over the shoulder, those violet eyes gleaming black in the odd lighting. Hell quirked an eyebrow at him without smiling, then turned back to the display.

Okay, so I’m to be punished. Brent pressed into his back, making Hell aware of his erection. We’ll see about that.

Hell grunted, pushing back roughly. “Not now. After the fireworks.” Another cool glance. “Maybe.”

Brent chuckled, bending in so he could nuzzle the smooth, pale skin at the side of Hell’s neck. “Fireworks after the fireworks?”

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