Love You So Hard

A Love You So Story

Craig Elson’s life has hit rock bottom. Even though he’s one of the best strategic planners around, a more confident guy takes credit for his work, and despite being a good-looking man, he suffers insults from the slimiest creep at the bar. Taking care of his beloved mom, who has Alzheimer’s, uses all his funds, leaving him in a plain, depressing car… and a plain, depressing life.

Until he sees gorgeous grad student Jesse Randall and his T-shirt that reads “I Would Bottom You So Hard.” The message seeps into Craig’s soul, and he asks Jesse to teach him to top.

Jesse’s had his eye on the quiet hottie who comes into the coffee shop, and he’s more than eager to perfect his tutoring. He sets out to get Craig a new job, a new apartment, and a new life so far outside plain and depressing that it’s unrecognizable.The problem is, Craig loves his lessons—and his teacher—too much to want to graduate. How can Craig reach the top without losing his sassy bottom?


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He opened the door and peeked out. Still there. Across the room, Jesse sat with his feet up on the table, looking completely at home. That was his secret. The guy appeared at home in the world. Craig? Not so much.

Squaring his shoulders, he walked back to his comfy seat and perched on the edge. “I’m glad you stayed.”

Jesse grinned. “Me too. I don’t have another class today, and my first student doesn’t come until four thirty.”

“Oh good.” Craig stared at the words on the guy’s chest. I Would Bottom You So Hard. He took a deep breath. “Would you tutor me?”

One thousand points. Jesse didn’t laugh. “What kind of tutoring do you need?”

He swallowed—doing that a lot—and stared at his hands. “I want to learn how to top.” One million points. He still didn’t laugh. Craig looked up at that calm pixie face. “I mean, don’t misunderstand. You wouldn’t have to, uh, have sex with me.” He glanced around, but no one was nearby.

Jesse grinned. “How exactly would I teach you to top without having sex with you?”

Excellent question. “I thought maybe you could just tell me, you know. Describe.”

One deep dimple flashed. “You have had sex before?”

Craig nodded. “Oh yes, but I always bottom.”

“But you know what the guy on top does, right?”

Well, damn, this wasn’t going well. “Yes, but I thought since you really like to bottom—your shirt and all—you could tell me what you like in a top. My experience isn’t all that, uh—all that.” His ears burned. Maybe running away and never coming back to the coffee shop would be good.

“But you wouldn’t want me to show you?”

Craig looked up. “Oh no, you wouldn’t have to do that.”

“Have to? What if I wanted to have sex with you?” He grinned. “As a way of demonstrating?”

Craig could feel his eyes widen, but he couldn’t control them. “That—” He cleared his throat. “—would be fine.” He stared at Jesse’s blue eyes. “It’s just, I’m so much older and not your type, and I thought you wouldn’t want to.”

Jesse cocked his head. “How do you know my type?”

Talk about flustered. “I don’t. I just figured it wouldn’t be me.”

Jesse leaned forward. “Craig, may I ask why you want to top?” His face looked open and compassionate.

Hell, might as well tell the truth. “I think it’s kind of a metaphor for the rest of my life.”




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