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He did. The kiss was soft at first, his tongue warm as it pressed against my throat. He was right over a vein. (Or maybe an artery. I’m not a bio major. But he was over something, and I could feel it pulsing as he licked me.) Then there was the tiniest scrape from his teeth, and then they stopped scraping and just held steady, denting my skin.

I loved him this close. I reached up and planted my hand on the back of his head, stroking his velvet-soft hair and pressing his face to my neck.

He started to suck.

Oh! I thought. No wonder he loves this. It was fist-clenchingly, toe-curlingly, boner-inducingly good. I gasped, the air hissing between my teeth, then closed my eyes so that Ben’s mouth was the only thing in the world.

I don’t know how long he sucked, but it wasn’t long enough.

When I opened my eyes, he was smiling down at me. “There.” He touched it, pressing on it just enough to make it ache, and it sent a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “Now we match.”

I grinned up at him. “Is it as dark as yours?”

“Can’t see mine. It’s pretty dark, though.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah.”

Eventually, we’d get out of bed. We’d put on clothes, covering our bodies against the cold night outside our dorm. We’d walk hand in hand to Ben’s truck, and he’d drive me to the Box Car, where people would whisper about us. We’d order coffee and breakfast burritos and hash browns. We’d share a slice of Mississippi mud pie. We’d talk all night and leave just before the sun came up. We’d return to his room and crash, too tired to think, huddling together under his blankets, keeping each other warm.

Eventually, we’d do all that, and we’d love every second of it.

But for a few more minutes, we just lay there in his room, looking at the marks we’d left on each other, and smiling.

THE END

About Travis Beaudoin

Travis Beaudoin lives in a big old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, where the days are quiet and the nights are bright. His roommates include a neurotic dog, a terrorist cat, and the world's most supportive husband. He likes rainy days, long drives, and cuddling. He drinks more coffee than he ought. He insists he's fun at parties, though it's been several years since he's given anyone a hickey at one.

Size Queen

R.A. Frick

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Miles O’Donnell is a graphic novelist and comic artist in San Francisco. With rainbow hair and a sassy personality, Miles never has trouble getting attention. Unfortunately, most can’t satisfy what he really needs…

Shane Long is an engineer who just turned forty and isn’t sure there’s a partner out there for him when they complain he’s too big. Until a chance meeting and a game of Truth or Dare puts a certain size queen in Shane’s path.

Can a game night bring these two together? It might take more truth than they expected to share.

Contents

1. Chapter One

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