REVIEW: A Fostered Love

A Fostered Love by Cameron Dane


My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I had to walk away from my computer for several minutes to catch my breath, wipe the drool from my face and splash cold water on my face to keep the flush from rising up my neck again after I finished reading Cameron Dane's amazingly scorching A Fostered Love.

Summary: Christian Sanchez never thought he would see Jonah Roberts again. Foster brothers for a short time as teens, Christian developed a massive crush on Jonah, his tough, older roommate. That all ended when the cops came and arrested Jonah, stealing him from Christian’s uncertain world.

Jonah never forgot Christian, even though he cut off all contact with the boy. Jonah knew the kid with the crush on him would be better off forgetting that Jonah ever existed. Jonah stayed in contact with his foster mother Marisol, but refused to hear stories about Christian, and made the woman promise never to tell Christian anything about him.

Fifteen years later, Marisol passes away. She leaves a request that Jonah come home and help Christian renovate her house. Jonah can’t refuse, even though he knows he will have to face Christian once again.

Although they haven’t seen each other in years, neither man has forgotten the other. Neither man will deny Marisol her final request either…even if it means facing their past, working together, sharing the room they had as teens, getting to know one another now as men, and discovering that the brief friendship they shared has altered into a consuming, abiding love.

What I liked about this book: It's no secret that I love rough, unadulterated passion in the books I read and while I'm not averse to a bit of romantic fluff between my men, I love when the fires ignite and they can't wait a moment longer before claiming each other... devouring each other completely. In all honesty, I like it when my men fuck like men and are rough, strong and uninhibited. Cameron Dane does that beautifully. While the many euphemisms for a good fucking abound, in her prose, they're not cheesy or Harlequinesque in any way. It's one of the many reasons, I loved this book. I'm still not sure why others only gave it 3 stars when every element of a good romance existed within the story and was heightened by raw, male sexual need. I wouldn't just recommend this book to my friends, I'd buy it for them with a few pillow packs of lube, and send them on their merry way.

Warning: The excerpt is long and scorching!

Excerpt: Christian grabbed Jonah’s hand, shoved it down over his cock, and very efficiently found the one way to shut Jonah up. Like the other morning, Christian covered Jonah’s hand and helped him find the right stroke, hissing and jerking when Jonah took over the task. Christian’s visible response pulled an answering one out of Jonah, stiffening his prick to the point where it pressed painfully against his jeans.

“Oh yeah.” Christian rocked into Jonah’s rubbing. “Just like that.” Leaning into Jonah’s body, Christian lifted on his toes until his mouth grazed Jonah’s ear. “Look at me.” He grinned against Jonah’s neck; Jonah could feel it. Just as quickly, Christian nipped Jonah’s flesh. He then took Jonah’s belt buckle in hand, working it out of the loop. “Look me in the eyes, Jonah” -- he undid Jonah’s button and slid his zipper down -- “so I can say yes.”

Groaning with need, Jonah turned his head and dipped down, searching for Christian’s lips. His cheek grazed Christian’s damp hair and rubbed over his temple and face. He finally found Christian’s mouth and stole a biting kiss. Deepening the kiss, Jonah forced Christian’s lips apart, and Christian relented, accepting the rudimentary, overeager invasion of Jonah’s tongue. He even kissed Jonah back, holding him inside with suction on his tongue. Jonah’s legs nearly buckled, and he grabbed Christian around the waist, hauling him in, nearly as much to give Jonah support as to get Christian as close as possible in every single way.

Jonah ran his hands down the base of Christian’s back and cupped his bare ass, letting the smooth, firm flesh singe his palms and set him on fire. He slid his fingers into Christian’s tight crease and grazed the man’s hole. He had never touched another person’s ass in such a way, but fuck, he already craved something more intimate. He wanted inside.

“Jesus.” Breaking the kiss, panting to regain his breath, Jonah rubbed the tip of his pointer finger over the striated entrance again. At the same time, he licked Christian’s lower lip. “You feel as good as you taste.”

Christian nibbled back on Jonah’s sensitized lips, and damn if Jonah couldn’t feel another small smile as he did it. “I just brushed my teeth.” Christian pulled at the hem of Jonah’s T-shirt and grazed his palms over Jonah’s stomach and chest as he pushed the fabric up, making Jonah shiver at the contact. “Everything is minty fresh.”

“No, it’s not the toothpaste.” Jonah lifted his arms and let Christian remove his shirt. The material swept over his head and fell to the floor, and Jonah found Christian’s gaze again. His voice gruff, he added, “It’s you.”

Light sparked in Christian’s eyes, turning them to the darkest chocolate. “God, man. The things you say… Damn it” -- he stepped back -- “look at what you do to me.”

Almost afraid, Jonah took his first full viewing of Christian’s naked body, and it stole his very breath away. Dark tan skin pulled tightly over sinewy lines of muscle owed to Christian’s athletic background, a fitness he clearly maintained beyond his retirement from professional baseball. A smooth chest with tiny brown nipples gave way to a tapered, flat stomach, lightly hairy thighs, and big feet.

His mouth dry as a bone, Jonah’s gaze traveled back up Christian’s legs, and he finally let himself stare openly at Christian’s prick: long, hard, and pointing north from within a tamed patch of dark hair. Jonah’s throat went from desert dry to full of saliva in a flash, just from looking at Christian’s erection. His own cock pushed equally fiercely, free from the confinement of zipped jeans but still trapped behind his underwear. Christian’s body posed a virtual smorgasbord of places Jonah wanted to stop and feast, but one overwhelming need hit him harder than all the rest. I want my mouth full of his cock.

“I’ve never hungered for someone before.” Jonah dropped to his knees on that confession. He felt almost as if he worshipped at the altar of another person’s body. More than that, his entire being responded to the almost-submissive thought, growing tight with the desire to possess and to be owned equally so. Christian’s stomach muscles quivered in front of Jonah, and a thick bead of precum grew on the tip of his cock, teasing Jonah’s newly unearthed needs. “But I can’t seem to stop wanting when it comes to you.”

“Shit, Jonah…” Christian dug his fingers into Jonah’s hair and forced his face up. Jonah found dark eyes waiting for him, and he swore to God they saw past the confusion, defensiveness, and awkwardness, straight into the truth in Jonah’s soul, struggling to show itself to this one person. “The things you say.”

Growling, panicked with this vulnerability, Jonah buried his face in Christian’s crotch, hiding and taking at the same time. He inhaled deeply, and the clean fragrance of soap and musky scent of man that could never be washed away filled Jonah’s nostrils, rushing through his system faster than the purest alcohol and intoxicating him as quickly. Christian’s hard, hot cock seared a burn mark into Jonah’s right cheek, enticing Jonah to turn his head and lick a line from base to tip and then engulf the dark head when taste testing wasn’t enough.

“Oh, shit yeah…” Christian bucked in front of him and inadvertently shoved more of his dick into Jonah’s mouth. “More. Fuck, take more.”

Jonah eagerly opened wider and did as asked, forcing nearly half of Christian’s cock past his lips. Salt, heat, and man burst on Jonah’s tongue, popping every taste bud and nerve ending in his mouth to excited life. He dug his fingers into Christian’s ass, holding him in place as he bobbed up and down Christian’s shaft, lapping and licking and sucking, anything that would give him more of Christian. Jonah didn’t know if he should move over Christian’s flesh or stay where he was in order to give Christian the most joy. For Jonah, he just wanted everything, all at the same time, so he sucked down Christian’s cock, only to drag all the way back up with a vacuum of tightness, and then take as much as he could back inside again.

Rumbling noises of pleasure escaped Christian and spun through Jonah, making him dizzy. He didn’t know anything about giving anyone else pleasure, but every sound Christian made, and every time Christian pumped his hips into Jonah’s face with a little grinding motion, Jonah grew increasingly excited and wanted to do more, give more, make Christian feel more, anything that would help tie them together when they were apart.

Apart. No, please. Jonah’s insides seized, and he doubled his efforts, suddenly almost panicked to make Christian come. He held Christian to him with a rough grip, one ass cheek clutched so tightly in each hand that he split Christian open in the back and inadvertently slipped his middle finger over Christian’s snug ring, filling Jonah with an aching desire to push through the snapped-shut bud. Jonah’s cock pounded with its own heartbeat in time with Christian’s, and he could think of nothing more perfect than getting inside Christian’s tight ass.

Christian thrust back into Jonah’s blunt fingertip and circled his tight pucker against the pad. “Ah, God, yeah, I’m throbbing inside for you.” Christian reached back, pried Jonah’s hand off his ass, and brought it to Jonah’s face. “Wet it, wet it.” Christian didn’t wait for Jonah to help; he forced two of Jonah’s fingers into Jonah’s mouth next to Christian’s cock, stretching Jonah’s lips and jaw open even wider. Christian braced his free hand against the wall, hissing as he looked down at Jonah, cock and fingers shoved in his mouth. “God, you’re the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Wet your fingers. I want you in my ass.”

Stuffed full, almost to the point of discomfort, Jonah had never felt more primal and sexual. He laved at his own fingers, tasting the saltiness of sweat and rich male musk. He somehow rolled his tongue around everything invading his mouth, slicking his fingers and Christian’s erection with so much saliva that it dripped down the corner of his mouth.

Right then, Christian uttered, “Oh fuck, that’s good. Need you.” He dragged Jonah’s fingers back out, pushing them into the split of his ass again, and Jonah no longer cared about the picture he made. He had Christian’s cock taking over his mouth and his fingers against Christian’s asshole, with Christian holding his hand there. For the first time in his life, Jonah thought he found the person hiding inside him; he knew who he was supposed to be.

Christian’s man.

Jonah shuddered, frightened to his core by the certainty of that thought living in his soul. Needing to hide, Jonah drove his middle finger through Christian’s sphincter and shoved his way home, breaching that tight barrier and invading the scorching channel on the other side.

“Ahh! Fuck…fuck…” Christian’s asshole squeezed down on Jonah’s finger, sucking half of it inside, where Christian’s rectum immediately started rippling all around Jonah’s digit in shivery spasms.

Instinct and the need to claim ownership took Jonah over completely, and he quickly started finger-fucking Christian’s ass in time with every suck on his cock, overwhelmed by the desire to bring Christian to his knees with pleasure. When Jonah pulled off Christian’s cock, he pushed his finger inside Christian’s ass, taking him until he could go no farther, and then pulled out his finger only to bob back in on Christian’s dick, letting Christian’s rigid thickness overtake his mouth again. Soon it wasn’t enough, and Jonah worked a second finger through Christian’s stretched ring. Christian whimpered in response, and Jonah’s own ass channel pulsed, shocking him with equal wanting. The thrill of thinking Christian would take his body in this same way rocked through Jonah at full force, and he redoubled his fucking efforts, sawing in and out faster, imagining that Christian did the exact thing to his ass.

Jonah rubbed over a raised bump inside Christian, and the man rose up onto his toes and slammed his hand over Jonah’s fingers buried in his ass. “Don’t stop.” Christian frantically tried to guide Jonah’s fingers in and out of his anus, while simultaneously grinding his backside into the fucking. “Oh God. So close…so close… Please don’t ever stop.”

Jonah tried to mumble, “Won’t,” but didn’t want to release Christian’s prick for even the second it would take to say the word. Christian pumped his hips furiously at Jonah’s face and continued to hold Jonah’s digits inside his rectum. His eyes glazed over and his mouth fell open, as if he struggled to take everything Jonah did to him. The sight of Christian was a picture of pure beauty to Jonah, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed everything.

He needed Christian to lose all control.

Unsure, but unable to stop, Jonah breathed through his nose and loosened his jaw as much as he could, and this time when he went down on Christian’s cock, he kept right on going, struggling, but pushing the tip past his throat. At the same time, he forced a third finger into Christian’s tight ass and took him to the hilt.

Christian doubled over and sank his fingers straight into Jonah’s scalp, digging deep. “Ohhhhh, shhhhittt…” His entire body jolted, his chute clamped down hard on Jonah’s fingers, and he moaned long and low in his throat, spewing ejaculate as he lost the battle and came. It seemed orgasm overtook Christian’s entire being; he filled Jonah’s throat with his hot essence, so much that it backwashed into Jonah’s mouth, where the bitter flavor covered Jonah’s tongue, cheeks, and even his teeth, tagging Jonah with ownership that he never knew he wanted.

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