RELEASE BLITZ
OVEREXPOSED BY MEGAN ERICKSON
BOOK 4 in the IN FOCUS SERIES
BLURB
Love
runs wild on the Appalachian Trail…
Levi Grainger needs a break. As a reality show star,
he’s had enough of the spotlight and being edited into a walking stereotype.
When he returns home after the last season of Trip
League, he expects to spend time with his family, only to learn his sister
is coming back from her deployment in a flag-draped casket. Devastated, Levi
decides the best way to grieve will be to go off grid and hike the Appalachian
Trail—a trip he’d planned to do with his sister.
His solitary existence on the trail is interrupted when
he meets Thad, a quiet man with a hard body and intense eyes. Their connection
is stronger than anything Levi has ever experienced. But when Levi discovers
the truth about what Thad is hiking to escape, their future together looks
uncertain, and uncertainty is the last thing Levi needs…
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EXCERPT
For a moment, we locked
eyes, and the air between us crackled with the promise of what could come next
if we let it. I didn’t breathe—didn’t move—because this rubber band tugging at
us could snap any minute, and I had no idea which way it would go.
Thad’s jaw clenched,
then his hand shot out and gripped the side of my head. I sucked in a breath as
he pulled me toward him. The heat of his palm seared my scalp as
he closed the distance until our mouths were inches away. The tent was filled
with panted breaths, pounding hearts, and every cell in my body was screaming want want want.
I licked my lips, the very tip of my tongue brushing his, and that
was the last encouragement he needed, because then Thad slammed his mouth onto
mine. His body crashed along with it, so my back slammed onto the ground and
Thad landed on top.
But I didn’t care about any of that, because Thad was devouring
me. His mouth moved against mine, opening me up, demanding to be let in, and I
obliged. Thad swept his tongue inside, kissing me like he couldn’t get enough,
would never get enough, like kissing me was better than breathing.
Kissing Thad was
better than breathing.
I held on as best as I
could, clutching his broad shoulders, the muscles shifting beneath his skin.
With his knees, he spread my legs and slotted himself between them, grinding
his hard cock against mine.
It was a frenzy of
tongues and lips and saliva and good, hard, need-you-now kind of sex. Thad
broke the kiss to suck hard on the skin along my jaw, and I arched beneath him
as he hit the spot below my ear that always got me going.
My cock was achingly
hard, my balls already drawn up tight, but I needed something more. Thad’s
hands fumbled between us until my boxers were shoved down. A fist wrapped
around both of our cocks and began stroking them together.
My brain
short-circuited, my lungs screamed for air as I gasped at the firm grip. Thad
wasn’t fucking around. This was down and dirty and about getting off on each
other.
My hips churned with each stroke of Thad’s hand; his hip bones dug
into my inner thighs as each stroke shoved my legs further apart. I had no time
to imagine what we looked like, what we sounded like, because Thad bit down on
my shoulder, hard, and I came like a fucking rocket. I couldn’t even cry out,
as I pulsed soundlessly in his hand. His hips froze on one more powerful
thrust, sending my head smashing into the side of the tent, and then he let out
one small groan against my skin.
I squeezed my eyes shut,
relinquishing my grip on Thad’s shoulders, belatedly noticing my nails had
etched crescent-shaped marks in his flesh.
He rose off of me
slowly, his eyes skittering away, not meeting mine. He grabbed my pack of
wipes, and cleaned himself, then me, wordlessly. I bit my lip, unsure what to
say. What did one say when they were dry-humped in the middle of the night by a
man who spoke in sentence fragments?
Nothing apparently.
Because Thad rose, pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt, and with one last
look at me, left the tent.
Without a word.
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