Reread 06/2025
Yeah .. still fun ;)
4 stars.
"“You didn’t try to talk to me again though.”
“Figured I didn’t have a shot,” Luke said, his bashful shrug an endearing contrast to the bulk of his shoulders. “You had a hot girlfriend. You didn’t know I existed.”
“I, uh, know you exist now. If that’s any consolation.” The hell was Jordan even saying? But fuck. He was down bad and he was already in deep: he was just gonna have to keep on saying it. “And pretty much all the shots are yours. Now. All of them, actually, point of fact. Just, you know, letting you know that too.”
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Read 10/2024
Oh this was lovely.. and sexy... and very hot.. but yes, lovely.
The cover is a bit misleading in my opinion, this felt like mm erotica with romance-elements, about a guy who discovers his sexuality through a couple of threesomes.
I enjoyed Jordan's story A LOT.
It was his pov only, but that worked well.
The story went from a threesome (Jordan, his hot girlfriend, a guy his girlfriend knew: Jake), to another threesome months later (after Jordan's girlfriend had dumped him), then the focus shifted on Jordan and Jake.
There's lots of sex obviously , and I had fun, lots of fun (I even hoped for some sketches to better visualise their positions, lol).
But what made this book so awesome was how the author was able to show Jordan's emotions through it all. How his self awareness and sexual awareness slowly changed.
He started as hetero guy who wanted his hot girlfriend to enjoy the threesome she had asked him for, then became a slightly insecure guy seeing his girlfriend enjoy the hot firefighter that was Luke, and then, with Luke taking charge and making Jordan feel welcome participant not spectator, Jordan grew confident.
He started to acknowledge that maybe he wasn't the bland hetero guy he had thought he was...
"The lock beeped, the door swung open, and then there he was, the three to their some, the ten to Jordan’s six."
"Luke’s hands were in his pockets. That didn’t do anything to make his shoulders less broad. He licked his lips, and he didn’t look away from Jordan. Not once. “You don’t gotta put a label on things to enjoy them.” Jordan was an accountant. He was all about labels, and spreadsheets, and neatly annotated charts. Labels were his thing — except now all his labels were laying in a heap on the floor, and he couldn’t organize them, no matter how hard he tried."