Book Title: Tik Tok No
Author: Lucy Ravens
Cover Artist: Chandra Trulove Fry
Release Date: February 23, 2021
Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romance
Trope/s: Friends to lovers
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 40 000 words/98 pages
It is a standalone story
Lucas Bentley has been in my life almost as long as I can remember.
The boy next door. My sister's short fling. My best friend.
And while we have been inseparable like brothers for years now, I have been loving him at a distance in my heart this whole time. And it doesn't hurt that he's a tatted, skateboarding bad boy from my dreams.
Now that we're adults, I want to be out of the friend zone, but after putting myself there for damn near 20 years, I'm not sure he will ever see me another way.
So, like the lovesick fool I am, I'm going to show him how I feel with an audience of thousands and hope I don't crash and burn back into the friend zone.
If you love it when best friends become more, big romantic gestures, a new kind of bromance, and lots of sarcasm, scroll up to start the first book in the Friend Zone series!
The heartfelt words slip out of my mouth on their own. I only meant to think them. Saying them out loud isn’t at all what I want. It is foolish at best. I can only hope that I didn’t speak loud enough for Will to understand my words.
Of course, I’m not that lucky. I know that because he is frozen in place with a deer in headlights look in his eyes. As the moments pass his expression changes a thousand times. He goes from shock to fear to confusion to sadness to desire, and then starts the cycle all over again. It’s difficult for me to watch. It’s my fault he’s so freaked out.
“What did you say?” he eventually chokes out through lips that don’t appear to move.
“I think you heard me,” I boldly reply. I stand up tall to face him down with the truth for once.
“What does it mean?” he asks, intently gazing into my eyes as if searching my brain for answers.
“You know that, too,” I say with a crooked smile, not even trying to hide from his searching gaze.
The tension in the room gets thicker by the moment. We don’t speak. There’s just a staring contest and a battle against giving in to desire. The room is growing hot. One of us is bound to break. It’s inevitable.
Will takes the first halting step in my direction, and the battle is lost. We collide like freight trains on the same track. Our chests bang together taking our breath away. Neither of us seems to care about whether we can breathe or not. There’s no reason to. We’ve got each other.
Our lips meet in a heated exchange. This is no ordinary kiss, nor is it soft and gentle. Instead it’s demanding, overwhelming, intense, and almost as physically draining as an MMA fight. Our mouths open wide to let the other gain entrance. Tongues battle for supremacy; twisting and turning inside the wetness of our cheeks. Will bites my bottom lip, and I taste the drop of blood that rises from the tiny wound. I gasp with intense joy as he sucks at the droplet, and he growls.
Will is leaning into me. His weight grows heavy against me. I can’t stand in place or hold myself steady. Suddenly, he’s pushing me backwards, and I slam into the wall. I hit it hard, but I like the power he’s using against me. It’s a turn-on. I’m filled with excitement and need. This is a whole new Will. I’ve never seen him like this. I revel in his strength and power.
He holds my arms in a tight grip. They are plastered to the wall. I can’t move, and I really don’t want to. I will let him do whatever he wishes to me. I need him to control me. At the moment, he’s ravaging my lips. I don’t fight back. I take everything he’s giving and savor it. I pray he never comes to his senses. I want more which scares me in a delightful way.
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