Erika
Pike
Blurb:
College student Coby is being
stalked by a young guy and has no idea why, until someone suggests
that the stalker may have a crush on him. The idea both excites and
terrifies Coby, who is so deep in the closet he can barely manage to
think the word “gay” without freaking out.
About Erica:
As a teen, Erica spent hours at a time
lying in bed. Some would have called her lazy (though her very
supportive parents never did), but she’d disagree. It’s not like
she wasn't doing anything, she was busy daydreaming! You’d have
thought the daydreams would lessen as she got older, but that wasn't
the case. Since these are the kind of dreams that can’t really come
true, Erica decided to make them come alive on paper.
She lives in Iceland with her adorable
little twin boys, and is happy with what she has. She often says that
her real name sounds like Klingon to foreigners. Seriously, if
“Eyjafjallajokull” looks like someone fell asleep at the
keyboard, Erica’s real name could leave a non-Icelander in a
zombie-like stupor for days.
She’s been writing for several years,
or ever since reading became an obsession. Aside from a business
degree, Erica has taken English courses at the University of Iceland
and gulped down anything that might help her in her career as an
author. She takes great interest in English, but will break every
single grammar rule for the sake of the voice.
Erica loves hearing from her readers.
She’s a friendly, easy-going (if a bit silly) person who doesn't
mind talking about herself in third person.
Author Website: -
http://www.ericapike.com/
Excerpt: 18 + Only
He flinches from my touch and backs
into the wall, but I follow and thread my fingers through that
kitten-soft hair, pushing it aside to see the fading bruise.
Who would do that to him?
As Grayson looks down with flushed
skin, his cheek brushes the inside of my palm. He jerks to a stop and
holds his breath, just as I hold mine.
Without thinking about it, I lay my
palm further against his skin, taking in the warm, soft feel of it.
It’s like touching a girl...but still different. His skin is
smooth, but there’s a thin line along his jaw that feels rougher,
like a hint of stubble.
“Have you ever kissed a guy?” I ask
in a low voice, shocking both him and myself with my words. But
instead of trying to reel them back, I gaze down at his lowered face.
Ray’s words this morning flash through my mind. ‘Just because
you’d fuck him it wouldn't mean anything.’ I've been half horny
all morning...
He sucks in his lower lip and licks the
upper one with the tip of his tongue. It makes my whole groin twitch.
The heat in my crotch is almost painful and the rest of my body feels
numb.
“Yeah,” he whispers, still looking
down.
“What’s it like?” I ask, my voice
low and a little thicker than usual. “Is it different from kissing
a girl?” It feels like there’s a vibrating rock in the pit of my
stomach and its sending shocks to my rapidly beating heart. My
fingers on his face tremble, and I’m breaking out in a sweat.
His gaze rises to meet mine, wide and
pretty – eyes much too large for his small face. He licks his lips
again, cocking his head to the side.
“ I've never kissed a girl,” he
says in a low voice, chest heaving rapidly, red lips half parted.
God...
Before I can even think to stop myself,
I’m lowering my head, my trembling lips touching his very, very
lightly. It’s not enough to determine if it’s different, but it
feels soft and wet, and oh, he smells so good. His hair is a little
damp after the rain, but his own natural smell... I touch my lips to
his again, a little firmer this time, lingering, savoring the wet,
ticklish feel that sends all sorts of sparks through my body. My head
feels so light it’s like I’m not even in my own body anymore.
Yeah, it definitely feels different from kissing a girl; it feels
unreal.
We kiss more, each touch experimental,
hesitant. My fingers barely touch his face and he trembles less than
an inch from my arm.
When I pull back, I gaze in Grayson’s
dazed eyes. They mirror my own hazy brain. The warmth from his body
is like a magnet, trying to pull mine closer, and I gently position
my hands on his hips. I lick my lips and step closer.
He meets me halfway when I bend down to
kiss him again, sliding his arms up my torso to rest on my pectorals.
He moans once, his mouth opens for my tongue, and my knees go weak
with all the fireworks shooting from limb to limb. God, he feels so
good. His tongue is thin, nimble, and so hot against mine it burns.
He grabs my shoulder when it feels like he’s about to fall, and his
other hand clasps the shirt on my back for support. I grab him,
holding on tightly as I kiss him with tongue twisting, teeth clashing
intensity, grazing his lips with my teeth and sucking on them. I hear
myself moan into his mouth and him echoing with added whimpers and
sighs. He feels so good.
I break away to rest my forehead
against his, just to catch my breath a little.
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