Excerpt Reveal - SWOON by Lauren Rowe

SWOON: A Brother’s Best Friend Standalone Romance

by Lauren Rowe

Release Date: November 1st

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EXCERPT

Twenty minutes later, I’ve successfully pulled two more massive orgasms out of Amy, exactly like I thought I would—though neither one was a squirter—which means she’s now a glorious, moaning animal who can’t stop begging me to fuck her. I’d love to keep going, but I’m too turned on. Plus, I have a feeling, if I don’t get inside her now, she’ll pass out from exhaustion and the holy grail will elude me.

Panting with excitement, I release Amy’s soft cuffs, place a pillow underneath her lower back to maximize my angle and ensure maximum friction with her clit, draw her arms above her head, and plunge myself deep inside her like a man possessed.

At the invasion of my body inside hers, Amy growls and squeezes my hands, while I grunt and groan with relief and pleasure. Oh, my fuck, heaven itself couldn’t feel more pleasurable than this. She’s as wet and warm and perfectly molded to me as I’ve ever felt. I feel drugged by the sensations of pleasure overtaking me as my body rocks in and out of Amy’s feverishly. I feel physically drugged. Like someone has shot physical bliss straight into my bloodstream.

My head spinning, I grind myself against Amy’s clit with each beastly thrust, and, within minutes, I feel Amy’s innermost muscles tighten and clench sharply around my cock, letting me know she’s all cued up. I whisper into her ear for a bit, saying everything I know works best on her. And soon, forceful waves of pleasure begin milking my cock, launching me straight into the most eye-roll-inducing, intense orgasm of my life. By far. The pleasure gripping me, slamming into me, is so profound, so merciless, so consuming, in fact, for a moment I feel in serious danger of passing out.

As my body explodes and my vision literally blurs, I collapse, and then lie still on top of Amy for a long moment, trying to catch my breath.

That’s when I finally process something I just heard Amy say, in the midst of all that pleasure. Hold up. Did Amy say she loves me, in the middle of that euphoric mutual orgasm, or did I imagine that? Because I’m ninety-nine percent sure I heard Amy say the “L” word just now. Loudly. Shit.

As the euphoria I’ve been feeling fades, a slight panic begins taking its place. Did she say she loves me? Oh, fuck. I think she did. Which means I’ve definitely let things get way too intense, too fast here. This is only day two of Amy’s weeklong sexual education, for fuck’s sake, and I already feel like we’re butting up against the outer boundaries of our agreed-upon “no-strings” arrangement. Why’d I tell Amy all that stuff at breakfast? Why’d I open up like that? I’ve never told anyone that stuff. So, why’d I think it’d be a good idea to tell her?

Okay, that settles it. I need to cool my jets. Slow things down. Stop running off at the mouth. From now on, I need to remember our arrangement. No strings. No promises. No leading her on to think otherwise. It’s one thing to role-play being Amy’s fantasy man and another thing to start believing it myself. One of us has to keep a clear head here—remember this isn’t a fairytale and I’m not her Prince Charming. And that person is going to be me.

Blurb:

Growing up, I knew my older brother’s best friend thought of me as “Logan’s kid sister.” For me, though, our next-door neighbor, Colin, felt like anything but a sibling. Whenever I spied on him through my bedroom window, as he banged away, shirtless, on his drum kit, I felt sensations inside me I’d never felt for my actual brother. But when we moved away and Colin’s band took off like a rocket, I knew my tweener fantasies would never become a reality.⁣

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Fast-forward nine years to my brother’s wedding, when I saw Colin again and we shared a secret, drunken kiss that rocked my world. The next morning, Colin blamed the alcohol. Said we should pretend the kiss, and my unfortunate text afterward, never happened. ⁣

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Now that I’m heading to LA to work for Colin and crash at his place, though, all bets are off. I’m determined to make Colin swoon for me, the same way I’ve always done for him. Because no matter what he insisted, Colin’s body during our kiss, and the shocking thing he whispered into my ear right afterward, made it clear he doesn’t really think of me as his little sister, any more than I do.