Milkweed & Gossamer

New Adult Romance

Word Count:

19,300

Jaime just turned eighteen, and she's so passionate about saving the monarch butterflies, people call her Milkweed. Josh Gossamer is four years older than Milkweed, but they fall for each other while delivering milkweed plants and working in the butterfly house. Milkweed's family does everything possible to keep them apart, fearing that Josh will talk her into giving up her virginity and then leave her forever at the end of the summer. 

But there's something her family doesn't know about her brother, Scott, and he'll do anything to protect his secret, even lie about Milkweed. 

The monarch butterfly population in the United States is in trouble. People can help by planting milkweed to give the butterflies a place to lay their eggs and the caterpillars the food they need to survive. This Earth Day story will teach readers about the plight of the butterflies in a sweet, sexy erotic romance. 

Will the first time be the last time, or will Milkweed and Gossamer find a way to be together when he leaves for grad school?

Excerpt (PG-13):

During the second week, Carlos and Josh strung the white lights over the party pavilion in preparation for the outdoor party season. 

“Yeah, this place is, like, number one for parties for little girls now. They all wear their fairy wings and come party with the butterflies,” Carlos said. “It’s more popular than the bowling alley and the roller-skating rink.”​

“What are the lights for? They have these kids’ parties at night?” Josh asked.​

“No. It’s a whole different crowd at night. The butterfly house closes at four, but they’ve turned it into a place for all kinds of parties—wine tastings, pig roasts, weddings. You’ll see.”​

Josh was climbing the step ladder when the blonde who had given him the hard-on the other day walked into the pavilion. He stumbled a bit when he realized it was the same girl. “Who is that?” He asked in a low tone.​

“Hey, Milkweed,” Carlos called. “Come over here. Josh wants to meet you.”​

“No! Hey! You didn’t have to call her over,” Josh stage-whispered as she approached.​

“Josh, I guess you don’t remember Scott’s little sister, Jaime,” Carlos said. “Jaime, this is Josh. He used to work here when you were still in a training bra.”​

“Thanks, Carlos,” she said dryly. “Thanks for pointing that out.”​

“Jaime. Holy shit,” Josh said. “You grew up.”​

“Yeah. I did,” she said. Josh could tell by the look on her face that she thought he was a few sandwiches short of a picnic.​

“I’m sorry. I just . . . Wow,” he said.​

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said. “Sorry, guys. I gotta go shop for a dress for my party next week.”​

She turned and left, once again causing Josh’s cock to stiffen a bit as he watched her ass moving away from him.

“You heard the boss,” Carlos said. “She’s off-limits.”​

“Yeah,” Josh said, shaking his head. “Off-limits.” He reached for the lights and then stopped. “Why did you call her Milkweed?”​

“Everybody calls her that,” Carlos said. “She’s obsessed with saving the monarchs.”​

“Saving the monarchs . . . you mean the butterflies? Aren’t there, like, tons of them?”​

“Not as many as there used to be, I guess. That whole greenhouse in the back is milkweed she planted to give away.”​

“Why would anyone want to plant weeds?” Josh said.​

“The monarchs need the milkweed. It’s her graduation project. Just watch yourself. If she gets an opportunity, you’ll get the whole lecture,” Carlos said. “Twice if you’re alone.”​

“I’m not sure she’d want to be alone with me. I didn’t make a very good first impression.”​

“Well, it’s probably better that way. Mr. Yaple would fire your ass if he found the two of you alone and your pants were sticking out like that.” He gestured toward Josh’s fly. “And Scott would kick your ass after Mr. Y fired it.”​

“Scott is hyper-protective of her.” Josh shook his head. “I don’t get it. Did something happen before?”​

“Personally, I think he can’t get a date, so he doesn’t want his little sister dating.”​

“He always had girlfriends in high school.”​

“Yeah. He was actually engaged for a couple months, too. I think the girl got sick of his ‘waiting until marriage’ philosophy, though.” Carlos grinned. Josh couldn’t tell whether or not he was kidding. “Now c’mon. Back on the fuckin’ ladder. We gotta finish this.”

Sexcerpt (XXX if available): 

When the food was gone, Jaime showed him the fish pond at the other end of the garden. They sat on a wooden bench, watching the enormous red and white Koi swim through the shallow water. The incandescent lights at the bottom of the man-made pond cast a soft glow on the corner of the garden. “This is my favorite spot in the world,” Jaime said. “I come in here at night all the time.”

“It’s very romantic,” Josh said with a soft smile on his lips.

“Romantic?  That’s the first time I’ve heard a guy use that word!”

“What? It is!” he said. “The lights, the sound of the water, the smell of the roses, the girl next to me . . . ”

They kissed again. This time Josh slid his hands under the hem of her shirt. She giggled when his fingertips trailed over her belly. “I’m sorry,” he said, pulling his hands out. “I’ll stop.”

“No!” she said with definitive force. “You’re just tickling my tummy.”

“Oh. So, you’d rather I move my hands up a little higher? Is that what you’re telling me?”

He wagged his fingers again, bringing another fit of giggles. She grabbed his wrists and pushed his hands right up to the lace cups of her bra.

“No,” she said, holding her hands over his, as if she was cupping her own breasts. “I’m telling you that I’m terribly ticklish, so don’t touch me there.”

“But here’s good?” he said, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs.

“Yes. Very good.” She relaxed and let her hands fall to Josh’s thighs. Her hand trailed closer to his fly, and he shuddered.

“You’re making me hard, Milkweed,” he said in a raspy voice. “I’m just warning you.”

“Right here? Is this where you’re hard?” She placed her hand over his bulge and gave it a squeeze through the denim. 

“Oh, yeah. Right there.” His voice was a moan.

Josh’s brain relinquished control and let his cock do the thinking. He moved his hands up higher on her chest, lifting her shirt and revealing the red lace on the cups of Jaime’s bra. He tipped his head to get a better look at her tits, and then he slid his hands back down, inside the cups this time. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the moan in her exhale giving him permission to proceed. 

“Uh-huh.” She nodded and moved her arms to make it easier to remove. Her braid got caught on the butterfly-shaped button on the pocket of the shirt, causing her to yelp at the tug. 

“Shh!” Josh warned, smiling at her while he fought to untangle her hair.

“Ow,” she said, quieter this time. “It’s a good thing our house is so far down the road.  All we’d need is for Dad to hear me hollering in pain.”

While Josh wrestled with the shirt, Jaime reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.

He finally got the shirt free, and he caught the first glimpse of her bare breasts. His mouth dropped open. Her perfect little tits, her nipples standing straight out of their centers enticed him. In the dim light of the fish pond, he couldn’t determine the color of her nipples, but he dropped his head and took them in his mouth, first the left then the right. 

“Oh, my god, Josh. That feels so good,” she said in a shaky voice. 

He flicked his tongue over the hard nubs and wondered if she had ever sucked a cock. He knew she was a virgin—Scott had been quite clear on that point—but lots of high school girls gave blowjobs. Josh had received a few at high school and college parties from girls that were desperate for attention, but it had been a long time since he had a pair of lips wrapped around his cock. Oh, please, he thought to himself. Please let me get lucky.

He was lucky.

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