So…I read something of Devon’s that just didn’t really work for me and I am completely bummed about it.
Devon has an amazing talent…there is no doubt. Typically I find that he has the perfect balance of sexiness, smutty banter and heart-melting moments that just makes for the perfect story and characters.
And while I loved these guys, the balance here, for me, was just off. Way off.
Lord. These guys had so much sex that I am honestly surprised Scott could walk AT ALL, let alone Mikey feel anything from all the use he gave that "hole". The phrases, worshipping of the hole, unloading into asses, and love for the pre-com…I get it…they love sex. But good grief. We will have such a sweet moment and then a statement gets thrown in that just completely breaks the beauty that was the relationship being formed.
And granted these guys were technically “fuck buddies” for 95% of the book…but still. We knew where this was going so come on. At a certain point I don’t need lines like “Spew in me.” (oh and that statement was in the Epilogue.) Just no.
Again, this author can write some amazing characters and relationships. And this one had its moments, which is why I am just so torn. Unbelievably written and touching scenes with the siblings and parents and honestly each other that just countered all the other pornish qualities. I really loved this couple a lot.
Inside his body of muscles, there is strength. It makes me think of his tattoo: Strength is Within. But there’s weakness, too. Maybe that’s why he works so hard on his tough exterior; it’s a shell to protect him from the rest.
Whatever the reason, all I know is that the more I get to know him, the more I realize that what he has going on inside is at least just as beautiful as his incredible body, and I’m starting to suspect that the more I get to know him, the more beauty I’ll discover within him.
It’s just too bad they were so few and far between.
AND THERE IT is, Tate thought, as one of his curls fell forward and Logan automatically moved to brush it back from his forehead. For a man who claimed he wasn’t sweet and said the wrong things, Logan always managed to take the wind right out of Tate’s sails in moments like these. He wasn’t even sure Logan was aware of what he was doing. But the look of absolute devotion in his eyes as he fingered the strand of hair put into words everything he was unable to say out loud. And Tate loved that this was a side of Logan that was all his.
Logan drew up short as his eyes landed on the man waiting for him in his office. He was tall and lean, which was emphasized by the charcoal slim-cut trousers he was wearing and the lightweight black turtleneck. But what really caught Logan’s eyes were the black-and-blue crocodile monk-strap shoes that matched the messenger bag the man was holding. There was no way in hell he knew this guy, Logan thought, as he walked inside and shut the door. Because he’d never forget someone who wore shoes like—