“...The fourth and last book in Shawn Lane's inter-related Only Forever series. You don't have to read these books in order, but this last book contains followups with the couples from the previous books, so you will probably enjoy it more if you have read the first three. The sex scenes are hot, the angst is not overdone and the secondary characters are unusually well-drawn. I found this book enjoyable, as is the series as a whole.”--Carole, Rainbow Reviews
"...Brings the pleasurable series to a close with a lovely romance between two heroes who are sure to endear themselves to readers. What charms me about Drew and Mark, indeed what I like about the diverse cast of heroes in the series, is that they all seem like people I could meet in everyday life. The obstacles in Mark and Drew’s burgeoning relationship are also realistic, and I avidly read His One And Only eager to see Mark and Drew get their happily ever after...A sweet, sensual read that left me a well-satisfied reader. I’ve greatly enjoyed the Only Forever stories...Shawn Lane has ended the delightful quartet of books on a high note.”--Shayna, Joyfully Reviewed
“4 Nymphs!...Enjoyable to read...I loved the epilogue as it was a nice touch to the end of a very enjoyable series. It has been a lot of fun to inhabit a world rich in gorgeous men with kind hearts, good souls and wicked action between the sheets.”--Rose Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews
...Drew took a big sip of beer, foam covering his lips when he lowered the glass. He laughed and ran his tongue along the top lip. Then he noticed Mark’s nostrils flair and his dark eyes widen ever so slightly. He took the glass out of Drew’s hand and set it on the bar counter.
“Mark?”
Mark leaned down and sucked the foam from Drew’s bottom lip. He gasped and the minute his mouth opened, Mark’s tongue slipped inside. Any hunger for food was quickly replaced with a deeper, more primal hunger. Drew grasped the hem of Mark’s shirt to pull them closer.
As if that was the only encouragement he needed, Mark’s hands slipped under and grabbed Drew’s ass, pulling him off the stool. Drew’s fingers worked at the buttons of Mark’s shirt.
“I want you…now,” Mark groaned against his lips.
The smell of cooking potatoes had Drew asking, reluctantly, “Dinner?”
“Can definitely wait.” Mark’s hand tugged on the waistband of Drew’s jeans. “Bedroom.”
Mark practically dragged him down the hall to the bedroom, but Drew was too turned on to think too much of his caveman behavior.
When they reached the room, Mark knocked him onto the bed and quickly covered his body with his own, his mouth devouring Drew’s, barely allowing him to catch a breath.
It had been ages since he’d been kissed like this. Drew whimpered low in his throat and inched his hand down to cup his aching erection through his jeans. Mark’s body crushing his into the mattress didn’t quite allow him to unzip his pants. He squeezed his crotch and moaned.
“Okay, baby, hold on,” Mark murmured. He moved just a bit so he was laying half on and half next to Drew. He covered Drew’s hand with his own and rubbed.
“Oh, fuck.”
Mark smiled and sucked Drew’s bottom lip into his mouth. “Like that?”
“Hell, yeah.”
Mark maneuvered so he could unzip Drew’s jeans and he pulled Drew’s cock out of his boxers. Grasping the hard length in his big hand, he whispered, “You’re fucking gorgeous, Drew.”
Drew’s breathing hitched when Mark rubbed the drop of pre-cum into the tip. Dusty brown fingers rolled his balls. “Mark, you keep that up and I’m going to come.”
“Uh-huh.” Mark urged Drew to rise just enough for him to yank the jeans and boxers down his hips and to his knees. His hand looked especially dark against the very pale skin of Drew’s thighs. His lips found Drew’s once more even as his hand stroked Drew’s dick, sending jolts of near blinding lust through Drew.
And then Mark pulled back.
“What?” He grasped Mark’s arms, trying to prevent him from moving away.
Mark laughed. “Easy. Just want to get you naked.”
Naked. Yeah, that’s a good idea.
Warm fingers slipped under his shirt and inched it toward his armpits. Drew struggled up enough so that he could pull the offending garment over his head.
“Your body is amazing. I never imagined a little guy like you would have such a killer chest and abs,” Mark said, his gaze raking over Drew’s bare flesh.
Feeling his cheeks heat, Drew shook his head. “I’m not little.”
“Not here, that’s for sure.” Mark gave a quick stroke to Drew’s cock. He stood and quickly divested Drew of his shoes. But rather than taking off Drew’s jeans, Mark unbuttoned his own shirt, his fingers taking it far too slowly for Drew.
“Let me.” He sat up and reached for the hem of Mark’s shirt and tugged him closer. He pushed Mark’s hands out of the way and slid the buttons open with practiced ease.
“Wow, you’re good at that.” Mark raised an eyebrow even as he shrugged off his shirt and it dropped to the floor.
“I’d be happy to show you what else I’m good at if you want to hurry along the striptease...”