Today I am so pleased to welcome Garrett Leigh to Joyfully Jay. Garrett has come to talk to us about her latest release, The Sex Coach. She has also brought along a great giveaway. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!
I opened the door to Toby exactly four hours after I’d last seen him, bare-chested and dripping wet, with a pretty Italian on his knees at his feet. There were no words to describe the possessive growl I’d carried in my chest since then. It was lunacy. And totally inexplicable. I’d kissed Toby twice. I had no claim to him and never would. If he wanted to get sucked off by Angelo—
My brain caught up with reality. Toby was still on the doorstep and I was glaring at him as if my twisted take on what I’d seen in Joe’s kitchen was actually true. Twat. If it was true, he wouldn’t be here, remember?
I grabbed his hand and tugged him inside. The door shut with a rattle behind him. He frowned. “I need to fix that.”
“Not right now. Come on.”
“Inside, mate. Unless you want to hang out in the hallway?”
Toby followed me into the living room. “What’s that smell?”
“Either my cooking or the oil diffuser over there.”
I pointed to the small lamp in the corner that huffed out clouds of frankincense and ylang-ylang-scented steam. Toby’s gorgeous eyes lit up with curiosity and he ambled over, some of the tension leaving his slim shoulders.
“This is really cool. Where did you get it?”
“Can’t remember. Camden, maybe? You can get them on Amazon, though.”
Toby lowered his face into a cloud of steam. I bit my lip, wondering if the oils would have the effect touted on the labels. I hadn’t deliberately chosen scents with reported aphrodisiac properties, but . . . yeah. There were a dozen others I could’ve used.
“So nice.” Toby breathed deeply. “My mum was obsessed with scented candles. She’d have loved this.”
“Were you close to her?”
“Sometimes. More so after my dad died. He didn’t really like me.”
He said it so matter of factly.
I shook my head. “How could anyone not like you?”
Toby snorted. “I wasn’t exactly the strapping son he’d dreamt of.”
“You’re like ten feet tall and strong as a fucking ox. What more did he want?”
“How do you know I’m strong? I’m weedy as fuck.”
“No, you’re deceptively slim. I’ve seen you work. I know how much that body can lift. What those hands can do.”
Toby’s patented flush stained his cheeks. “Yeah, well. My dad never did. He caught me with flowers under my pillow and a boner over my Jared Leto poster, so . . .”
It wasn’t funny, but Toby’s expression was so adorable I couldn’t help smiling. “My dad owns a cut flower distribution empire, so there wouldn’t have been much he could’ve said about me stashing flowers under my pillow. What kind were they?”
“Cherry blossoms. I like the smell.”
“Valid. Did you have dinner at the house?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask why not, but the answer was obvious in every inch of his body that I could see: he was nervous as hell. And prolonging whatever would go down between us tonight was making it worse.
I stepped towards him.
He stepped back and bashed into the coffee table.
I spread my hands. “Easy. We can Netflix and chill if you want. Nothing needs to happen here.”
“I know that.”
“But you’re scared?”
“I’m a little scared too.”
Toby snorted. “Of what?”
“Of the fact I wanted to punch Angelo for being so close to you.”
“Angelo? Wha—” Realisation dawned. Toby coughed out a laugh. “Really? Angelo has been with his boyfriend even longer than Harry and Joe, and they go to sex parties in London when Angelo’s well. Plus, I’m like the annoying little brother, and—”
“Stop listing things you think make you unattractive.”
“I’m not. I’m just saying there’s no way Angelo would ever be on his knees for me for any reason other than picking something up from the floor. Which is what he was doing.”
“I know that. Still made me ragey, though. Weird, huh?”
“I wanted to grab you and haul you back here.”
“You could’ve done.”
“In front of Angelo?”
“Definitely in front of Angelo.”
I was missing something, but I was too caught up in the excitement of having Toby to myself. Finally. It had been a long few days since our last real conversation. My client list was full, and Ella wasn’t sleeping. Plus, my first two messages to Toby had gone unanswered. I had to know why before we opened a box we couldn’t shut. “Why didn’t you answer the first few messages I sent you? Second thoughts?”
“Huh? I didn’t get any messages.”
“I sent them on WhatsApp— Oh.” It dawned on me that I hadn’t checked the messages had delivered, let alone that Toby had read them. “You don’t have WhatsApp?”
Toby shook his head. “My phone isn’t connected to the internet.”
“What? Not at all?”
“Nah, I don’t need it.”
“Do you have an iPad or something for social media?”
“I don’t use social media. Harry uses Instagram for work and it makes him depressed. Besides, everyone I want to talk to is right here.”
“What about your sisters?”
“They call when they want something. I visit when I can. Don’t need the internet for that.”
If I wasn’t perilously close to having major feels for him before, I was now. I chanced another step forward. This time, he didn’t flinch. He took my hands and tugged me closer so we were chest to chest. His heart was racing, his skin blazed. I wanted to fuck him so bad, but at the same time, I wanted to hold him until he wasn’t scared anymore.
I wanted to kiss him too. Fuck that, I needed to kiss him. So I did. Hard. Letting him know that nothing had changed since the first time he’d put his mouth on mine.
Toby gasped. His lips parted and I slid my tongue between them. I found the velvet of his as we tangled together. Another sharp noise escaped him, and I squeezed his hip, grinding against him just enough to show him the effect he had on me, this time and every time.
Toby stiffened and pulled back, breaking the kiss.
His eyes were so wide, his expression was impossible to read.
I pushed his hair back from his face. “Relax. We don’t have to do anything this time, or at all, ever, if you don’t want—”
“I do want. Uh, I mean, I do want to.”
“Are you sure?” I ghosted a hand down his ribcage, revelling in his whole-body shiver. “You can change your mind at any time, you know. Even if we’ve started something.”
“I know. Jesus, Cole. I’m not worried about that.”
So what are you worried about?
But I didn’t ask, because the time for talking was over. I had something Toby wanted. It was up to him if he took it or not.
The teacher and the student. The stable hand and the single dad. First times and friendship turn to love.
There’s nothing attractive about a twenty-four year old virgin, especially not one who blushes every time a hot dude looks his way. But I can’t help the heat that ripples through me every time I see Cole Maguire. And the clench of my heart when I realise how unhappy he is. He’s a city boy with a baby on his hip—we have nothing in common—but if he can teach me how to own my sexuality, perhaps I can teach him he’s worth loving.
I don’t like horses. But I love my daughter, and there’s nothing I won’t do for her, including leaving the city for life on a farm. I’m ready for that, but I’m not ready for blushing stable hands who make my heart race and my blood run hot. Toby has no idea how beautiful he is. I can teach him that, if he can handle the heat, but after one night with him…damn.
Maybe it’s me that has a lot to learn.
The Sex Coach is an MM summer romance with first times, a virgin stable hand, a single dad pilates teacher, and guaranteed happy ending.
Garrett Leigh is an award-winning British writer and book designer.
Garrett’s debut novel, Slide, won Best Bisexual Debut at the 2014 Rainbow Book Awards, and her polyamorous novel, Misfits was a finalist in the 2016 LAMBDA awards.
When not writing, Garrett can generally be found procrastinating on Twitter, cooking up a storm, or sitting on her behind doing as little as possible, all the while shouting at her menagerie of children and animals and attempting to tame her unruly and wonderful FOX.
Garrett is also an award winning cover artist, taking the silver medal at the Benjamin Franklin Book Awards in 2016. She designs for various publishing houses and independent authors at blackjazzdesign.com, and co-owns the specialist stock site moonstockphotography.com with renowned LGBTQA+ photographer Dan Burgess.
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