Hubby said, “I can tell when you’re writing the sex scenes. We go through a lot of batteries.”
Um, yep, it’s true. Writing sex scenes has an added benefit for me. I get really *warm* when I’m in the middle of a smutty scene.
Some authors say they can write bedroom scenes without getting emotionally involved. I can’t imagine how unfulfilling that would be. Jeez, half the time I’m writing I’m all tingly and juiced up. I love it!
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And that’s where the battery usage comes in. I know, Too Much Information, right? But I’m usually writing at home alone during the day, so finding Kick and dragging him into a private corner is just not an option. I have to find a substitute!
When I’m reading sexy romances written by other authors, I love it when I get that same feeling. The “OhMyGosh – ICan’tWait” steals over me and woop-woop, there I go!
This snippet is where I stopped writing yesterday. Right in the middle of the scene, I was imagining what would come next. It promised to be so dang sexy, I had to stop ’cause ICan’tWait happened again.
This is from my work in progress, a male/male erotic romance Hot Springs Temptation, Book 1 of the Temptation Ranch Series. (It’s unedited, of course.)
Brace paced the kitchen, his bare feet slapping along the hardwood floor. The scavenger hunt started three hours ago. It was ten already. Where the hell was he?
A tapping at the door sent his heart racing. Ethan. Brace walked into the mudroom and opened the door. “Hey.”
He stepped inside. “Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t leave the thing tonight.”
Brace nodded. “I’m not sure how much time we have. Zeke’s probably right behind you.”
Ethan caught his gaze and smiled. “I just saw your brother and Wyatt riding off.”
At the same moment that Brace’s sense of urgency lifted, his belly tightened with desire. Ethan, in a T-shirt and shorts, had never looked sexier. He seemed to fit into the house too damn well.
He looked past Brace. “Give me a tour? I’ve been staring at this cowboy mansion wondering what it looked like inside.”
“Sure. C’mon in.” He pointed down. “Shoes off, though. Darla’d kill me if we got dirt on her floors.”
“Brace.” Ethan toed off his flip flops. “I want to thank you for stocking the cabins—my cabin—with food.”
A flash of heat warmed his chest and he nodded. “Welcome.”
He stepped closer and set his palm on Brace’s arm.
Where he touched, tingling started and spread.
“I know you did it for me.” He stared into Brace’s eyes, his hazel irises sparkling in the bright kitchen light. “It meant a lot that you did that. That you thought of me.” His voice came out choked.
Brace put his hands on Ethan’s arms, wanting to pull him close, to silence him with a kiss. But the need to connect with him grew too strong. “I think of you. Probably too often.”
A slow smile tugged at Ethan’s lips. “I got under your skin, huh?”
“Damn.” Why couldn’t he resist? He pulled him in, spread his legs on each side of Ethan’s and pressed his hard cock against the tent in the counselor’s shorts. When his lips touched Ethan’s, every nerve in his body fired a live round.
Ethan’s tongue met his for a teasing lap.
Brace sucked and Ethan’s barbell dragged over their joined lips. He played with the jewelry, tasting and flicking it. The memory if the ball pressing into his cock slit made his hips jerk and a spurt of pre-cum moisten his head.
Ethan slowed the kiss. “Tour first? Then hot, amazing sex?”
All Brace’s air sucked out of his lungs. Yeah, he’d be sliding his cock into this man’s anus, pumping until they both went crazy and came like thoroughbreds.
The counselor grinned and rubbed his cock across Brace’s hips. “I can see by the look in your eyes you may not agree with my agenda.”
One side of his mouth quirked. “Whatever you want, hotshot.” He stepped back and glanced around the kitchen. “Self explanatory?”
“Uh huh. Big enough for a dozen people.”
“Yup. We do it big here.”
Ethan’s eyes dropped to the bulge behind his fly. “That’s for damn sure.”
He grinned, but when Ethan clicked his tongue barbell against his teeth, a shiver of lust rambled through him. “C’mon. We’re gonna need to make this fast.”
“Yes, it’ll be fast. When I get you naked, I want it hard and fast. I wanna feel you all the way inside me, pumping that big cock into my ass like you have to fuck me or die.”
“Jesus Christ.” Brace grabbed him from behind, pulling him tight, his cock jerking as he pressed against Ethan’s hard, round ass. “You want the fucking tour or not?”
Ethan reached back and gripped Brace’s ass cheeks and tugged him closer. “I want the fucking tour. Then I want a fucking.” He released him, turned to face him, and backed away. “But I want to build the sexual tension between us.”
“Damn near to bursting right now, Ethan.”
He grinned. “I know.” He turned and walked into the dining room.
“Holy shit, this is awesome.” He trailed his fingers along the rustic wood table that could seat twenty-four. Looking down, he wiggled his toes into the huge antique rug that covered most of the floor. “This has got to be the most amazing Native American piece I’ve ever seen.”
“Commissioned by my grandfather to fit the room.”
Ethan turned slowly looking in each of the glass-front dark wood cabinets and at the paintings hanging on the dark paneling. “It’s like out of a movie.”
Brace shrugged. “It’s always been home.” He flinched. Damn. He hadn’t been thinking about the counselor’s rough history with his own home.
His hazel eyes caught Brace’s. “You’re lucky.” He pointed to the portraits of Brace’s parents. “Are those your folks?”
He nodded, not wanting to spoil the sensual mood by bringing up their deaths.
“Zeke told me.” That’s all Ethan said before he walked into the next room.
Relief flowed through him as he caught up to the counselor.
“Fancy.” Ethan caressed the soft leather on one of the couches.
“Formal. Hardly ever used any more.”
He stepped onto the hearth of the huge stone fireplace, the opening was nearly as tall as he was. “You could roast a whole cow in here.”
Brace laughed. “Haven’t tried it, but it probably could be done.”
“There’s no TV.” He walked to each of the full-length portraits across the room. “These must be grandparents.”
“Yeah.” His grandfather stood in full cowboy gear, his horse beside him. His grandmother smiled calmly in her floor-length dress. “They built the place.”
Ethan glanced back and forth between his grandfather’s face and Brace’s. “You’re the spit and image.”
He nodded, a wave of nostalgia taking over as he recalled learning to ride with the help of his grandfather.
Ethan’s footsteps padded toward him on the carpet. “When do you get your portrait painted?”
Brace shrugged. “Hell, it’s about thirty years too soon to think of that.”
The counselor stared into his eyes. “Do you want kids?”
Brace jerked back and frowned. He’d been relieved when Ethan hadn’t wanted to talk about his parents’ deaths. Now he wanted to dive into his personal life head first?
Ethan shook his head. “I’m not trying to pry. It’s just that…” He gestured around him. “After you and Zeke are gone, will there be anyone to take over?”
He huffed out a long breath. “I don’t think about it much.” Actually, he did. More than he cared to admit to himself.
“Okay. New subject. Where’s your man cave?”
He nodded his head toward the back of the house and led Ethan to his office.
As Ethan stepped into the room, he pointed toward the big television. “There it is. Where rodeo magic happens.”
Brace chuckled. “Baseball’s my sport.”
“Oh yeah?” Ethan wandered through the office, examining paintings that hung on the dark wood walls, making an attempt to lift Brace’s grandfather’s giant desk, then finally sitting in his leather swivel chair. “I can feel the power in this room.”
Brace shook his head. “The power to work sixteen hour days, seven days a week.” The thought made him tired and he sat on the arm of the couch. “No vacations. No holidays. Just work.” He sounded pathetic, even to himself.
Leaning forward in the chair, Ethan set his palms on the desk, just as Brace had done a hundred times. The site was oddly stirring. “Why don’t you have a foreman?”
He dropped his head. His brother, Zeke, had harassed him about that for years after their parents died. He’d finally told him the truth. Zeke had laughed at first, thinking Brace was joking. He’d been serious. Brace felt responsible for his parents’ death. No amount of talking it out with Zeke had changed his mind, so his brother had dropped the subject.
“I need to work the land myself. It’s something I felt I had to do after we lost our parents.” It was his self-inflicted punishment. His penance.
The desk chair squeaked softly and Ethan stalked slowly toward him. “I’d like to talk about it sometime. If you want.” He stopped right in front of Brace, the counselor’s knees bumping into Brace’s. “But right now…” He licked his lips. “I need to taste every inch of you.”
Brace looked past Ethan to his office door. No one was in the house, but Zeke could come in any time. A wicked burst of Dom overtook him and he wanted to possess this man, needed to show him how fucking turned on he was, how he’d make his body rattle with his orgasms.
“Close the door, boy.”
I need to know that I’m not the only one. Do you ever get *warm* while reading (or writing) sex scenes? Which ones are your favorites?
Have a smutty, sexy day!
Randi “Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
Turn Up the Heat, Chase and Seduction, and Her Cowboy Stud are available at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon
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