Behind His Lens

By Beth Michele

Sometimes life throws us curve balls.    

Jake Donovan was mine.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. A birthday gift for my girlfriend Willow. He wasn't supposed to have this effect on me.

But he did.

He wasn't supposed to consume me.

But he did.

He wasn't supposed to touch me in places no other man had before.

But he did.

And I wanted him to do it again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Beth Michele
• Release date: Mar 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386375326

Beth Michele

Beth Michele is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of M/F and M/M Contemporary Romance who writes sweet, funny, and sexy stories with heart and snark. She is a lover of the written word, and pens love stories about flawed characters who fight toward a much-earned HEA. She can often be spotted hiding out with her laptop or ereader somewhere quiet, preferably on a bench overlooking the ocean. Beth is a mom to two incredible teenagers, who, when they were born, stole a chunk of her heart and refused to give it back. Come Find Me! Website: http://www.bethmichele.com Instagram http://www.instagram/bethmicheleauthor Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bethmicheleauthor/ Subscribe to my newsletter: http://bethmichele.com/1/subscribe/

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Behind His Lens

Copyright @ 2017 by Beth Michele

Interior Design by Champagne Formats

Cover Design by Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs

Editing by Chloe Giordan

Proofreading by Virginia Tesi Carey

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Also by Beth Michele

Synopsis

Note from the author

Epigraph

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Epilogue

Sneak Peak of Chasing the High

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Also by Beth Michele

M/F Romance

Love Love

Lovely

Scarred Beautiful

Finding Autumn

REX

For the Love of Raindrops

Life In Reverse

M/M Romance

Chasing the High

Behind His Lens

Sometimes life throws us curve balls.

Jake Donovan was mine.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. A birthday gift for sexy Willow. He wasn’t supposed to have this effect on me.

But he did.

He wasn’t supposed to consume me.

But he did.

He wasn’t supposed to touch me in places no other man had before.

But he did.

And I wanted him to do it again.

Dear readers:

This book started out as a short story that I was going to write under a pen name. I decided to make it a novella and release it under my own name.

It’s fun, fast-paced, and dirty. Yes, it’s definitely dirty.

I hope you enjoy it.

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

For Delilah P…and you know why.

Fifteen Years Old

Go wide, I shouted, throwing the football to Tyler in our pseudo football field, also known as my backyard. Tyler caught the ball and gripped it tightly in one hand, holding it close to his body. He was laughing, though, and that slowed his stride.

It’s go long, you idiot.

I narrowed my eyes from a distance that was too far away for him to pick up.

And then I charged.

He may have been more sports-minded than I was, but what I lacked in football knowledge, I made up for in speed. I caught Tyler halfway and tackled him, sending the football flying from his hand. What was that you were saying?

I had his arms pinned beneath me, his heavy breaths blowing against my chin. I was breathing heavy, too, but for a different reason. Maybe it was the dimples denting his cheeks, or the way his mouth curled higher on one side. But while most boys were noticing that Stacy Kerwin had a great rack, I was noticing the gold in Tyler’s deep brown eyes.

He burst out laughing. Okay, you got me. Now get off.

Shaking my Tyler-induced trance, I rolled away from him. I needed to get a grip. But with every day that passed, I found myself thinking about him more and more. I didn’t understand it. Girls were cool and I liked them too. But…Tyler and I, I don’t know, we—

Earth to Colt?

Huh?

I asked if you’re going to the dance on Friday.

I shrugged, forcing my brain to shift gears. To think about anything else. Because I knew whatever was going on with me was one-sided and would have to stay that way. Hadn’t really thought about it. It wasn’t the truth, but the truth wasn’t something I was willing to face.

He smacked me on the arm. You have to go. Ask someone. His brow lifted. I’m going with Stacy Kerwin.

Of course he was.

Yeah, she’s cool, I mumbled, trudging over to where the football was buried in the grass and scooping it up from the ground.

A minute later, he appeared beside me. Her friend Rianne is nice, maybe you could ask her and we could double?

Rianne was cute and kind of quirky, and I did like that. But the problem was, I liked what was standing in front of me a whole lot more. And if I had to watch Tyler and Stacy suck face all night—that would not be fun.

I pressed the football against his chest. I’ll think about it.

Don’t think too hard. You don’t want to burst your brain.

Funny.

Tyler tossed the football in the air and caught it with one hand. So, you and Nate still coming over for video games tonight or what?

Yeah, we’ll be there. I bent to swipe my backpack from the grass and slung it over my shoulder. Reaching into the front pocket, I pulled out the Doritos and tore open the bag.

Get ready for an ass whooping, he added as I started to walk away. I glanced over my shoulder to find him smirking. I wanted to kiss that crooked smile right off his damn face.

But I knew I never would.

Ten Years Later

What do you mean? Two guys? Was she serious? Why did the thought of that make me so damn insecure? And why did it bring to mind the one person I’d been able to put out of my head for years? I painted on a smile like what she said didn’t bother me in the least. Where is this coming from?

Colt. She dragged her tongue along the length of my jaw and my dick was hard again. It’s just a fantasy really. I could never be with two men, but… Even though what she and I had was fairly casual—I’d use the term girlfriend loosely—her hesitation still made me fucking antsy. "I have to be honest and say that the thought of watching you with another guy, well, it turns me on. She regarded my shocked expression. It was hard to hide the truth. I knew you’d be surprised. She shrugged, circling my nipple with the tip of her finger. But I can’t say I don’t think about it. Because I do. And, since our relationship is kind of open, her grin was devilish, I fully support it."

I grabbed her hand to halt her movement. "You know