The L Bomb

By Phoenix Emrys

Gil Donigan is a man with a reputation for fooling around and no stranger to the strategic employment of a certain three word phrase to get him laid. However, for the first time in his life, he has fallen hard and fast for Devon. So when Gil’s shocked when Devon cuts and runs after he drops the “L” bomb.

Devon’s abrupt departure leaves Gil feeling betrayed. But then Devon turns up on his doorstep with an enigmatic box, begging for a chance to explain. Will Gil hear him out? Has Devon returned to say goodbye or take me back?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jun 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9781685504694

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The L Bomb

By Phoenix Emrys

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2023 Phoenix Emrys

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The L Bomb

By Phoenix Emrys

I love you.

Gill spoke with glib ease, but then this was hardly his first time. While he didn’t exactly toss these particular words around like verbal confetti, getting them out had never been a problem. Three little words, one magic phrase, tried and true, sure fire, 99.9 percent success rate. Whether he meant them or not because—truth be told, and yeah, he knew that made him—he didn’t always.

So what?

A little white lie never hurt anybody. And he always gave as good as he got. Sometimes even better because, let’s face it, he was pretty good. So maybe he had worked the field a little fast and loose, occasionally, but he was definitely a player.

Player, yeah. That was him all right. Played with everyone who came his way.

That is until his game had been called on account of Mr. Supposed-To-Be-a-One-Night-And-Wouldn’t-Take-Go-For-an-Answer.

Ted. Trouble. Both starting with T.

It had been almost two years since the Night of the Cracked Camaro or there had to be a less lethal way to end a relationship during which he played with himself and didn’t talk to anybody. Staying on the bench had seemed the wisest option at the time, although admittedly, not as much fun.

Then, suddenly, like a literal bolt from the blue, larger than life and three times as gorgeous, there was Devon and all bets were off. As was his self-imposed emotional hiatus. From the very first day the man he now held in his arms drove into his life, Gil came out of romantic retirement swinging.

Ready, willing, and oh, so able.

And here they both were. Together. Devon with him, and him with the only man he’d ever known who made him feel like there was actually a reason for existing. Gil knew he was a far better man than the one Devon had almost run over that stellar day they’d first met—funny how so many pivotal moments in his life seemed to involve automobile accidents—and hadn’t they had a few laughs about that fateful, but thankfully not fatal, encounter ever since?

Good times.

So even though post-Ted Gil swore he’d never swear those words again because of all the trouble they’d got him into the last time here he was, dusting them off and debuting them to the drowsy, dreamy-eyed man lying sated and closely snuggled in his arms.

Because he meant them. For the first time in his completely self-absorbed life his heart sang with every syllable.

And he wanted to share.

He did. Mean them. It. The whole love enchilada. Honest and for true. Take back every other time he’d ever taken those words in vain; now, when they were directed at Devon, Gil wasn’t talking the same, old, tired, self-serving trash, but the goddamned God’s own truth.

Keep up, kids, this is the real deal.

Gil wasn’t playing no fool-around now he was done with all that shit. This is what he looked like giving himself over to Devon and forever with joyous, giddy ease. Along with every ounce of his heart.

For what little that tired old thing was worth.

Devon. The guy nuzzling his armpit, the perspiration from their vigorous lovemaking still beading his flushed, contented face. Gil loved him crazy mad