Scorch (Homecoming Hearts Book 1)By: H.J. Welch
The release of this book coincides with me taking the plunge and fulfilling my life-long ambition of becoming a fulltime author. Words are normally my jam, but I don’t think I can adequately thank all the people who have supported me on this journey, and will continue to do so. Mum, John, Dan, all the Welches and my dear friends. You are, put simply, the awesomest.
Thank you to my family and beta readers, Mum and John. Your dedication and enthusiasm gives me life. Thank you Dan, for the unyielding support that comes in a million different forms. Most notably, for making me a cat mom. All writers need kitties, everybody knows this.
Thank you to my awe-inspiringly talented author buddies. Alyson Pearce, Amelia Faulkner, Ed Davies, Aubrey Cullens, Lynn Van Dorn, Anna Martin. You guys deserve medals for all the freaks outs you’ve helped me with haha!
Special thanks to Aria Tan from Resplendent Media for the stunning cover and Meg Cooper for the excellent editing.
Also thank you to you, the reader, for choosing this book out of so many to take a chance on. I sincerely hope you enjoy.
So far, Elion was having a pretty spectacular morning. He should have known it wasn’t going to last.
“Oh yeah, baby,” the guy, Todd, breathed into his ear. “You like that?”
He did, in fact, like it very much. He was pinned down on a soft mattress with clean cotton sheets while a gorgeous guy took him slowly from behind. He grabbed a fistful of bedding and moaned.
“You’re so hot,” Todd said. “You know that?”
Elion grinned. “Naturally. Now fuck me harder.”
Todd laughed and smacked his ass. “I’m gonna fuck you all morning, you minx.”
Elion had met Todd the night before at one of his favorite bars in Cincinnati. He was just Elion’s type. Muscled but not too big, great smile, smooth moves on the dance floor. And just a hint of devilment in his pretty blue eyes.
After an hour or two’s circling around each other, Elion had finally gone over and introduced himself. There had been a bit of chat, drinking, then finally back home to Todd’s place for a night of gloriously filthy sex.
Todd rubbed his stubble against Elion’s shoulder as Todd picked up the pace. Elion was still tender from the night before, but sometimes a bit of rough was just what he craved.
“Yes, yes,” Elion uttered. He pushed back so he was on all fours. That way Todd could get just the right angle to slam against his prostate.
In the daylight, he could now tell the room was well decorated and spacious. That wasn’t necessarily his primary concern just then, but it was better than a lot of bedrooms he’d found himself in in the past. It was possible this guy was the kind with his life together. Maybe this one was a keeper?
Elion snorted and rutted against Todd’s hard dick a bit more. He never picked keepers, that was sort of the point. But he hadn’t immediately wanted to run away from him that morning. Quite the opposite. As he felt his orgasm build, he allowed himself just a little bit of hope.
“Oh my God, babe,” Todd panted. He grabbed Elion’s hips and drove into him. “Gonna come. Take it, take it.”
Elion cried out incoherently and shot his load over the bedsheets, Todd shuddering against his ass. As his cock softened, he flopped on top of the mattress, trying his best to ignore the wet patch he’d landed in.
Todd eased out of him, disposed of the condom, then spooned against his side. “That was amazing.” Elion tried to school his grin, but it was difficult.
“Not bad,” he said with a shrug.
Todd tickled his side, making him yelp. “Not bad? I’ll show you not bad.”
Elion shut him up with a kiss. He ran his hands lightly over Todd’s hard abs, getting to know his larger body. “So, got much planned for the day?” he asked casually. It was a Saturday, after all.
“No. Stay,” Todd whispered. “I’ll make you eggs.”
Excitement bubbled up in Elion’s belly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to stay with anyone for breakfast, let alone been asked. “Okay,” he whispered back.
Through the apartment, the front door slammed. “Babe?” a male voice called. “Are you home?”