September Morning
Jagger Davis, JD
to his friends, takes a summer sabbatical at picturesque Sandbridge Beach in
Virginia to enjoy some sun, surf, sleep, and solitude. Arriving at a rented
cottage, JD finds sun and surf, but the cottage next-door houses six fun-loving
guys determined to include him in their summer activities. It’s quickly evident
JD won’t have time to feel lonely.
Nate Fischer is
one of a group of friends who spend every summer at Sandbridge. An IT
specialist, Nate’s taking a few weeks off before his next assignment sends him
out to sea for months. He introduces himself to the new neighbor and invites JD
to the first bonfire of the season.
JD fends off
advances from Nate’s roommates as the two men grow close. JD harbors a secret
in his past, one he worries Nate won’t accept. When Nate’s job abruptly calls
him away, JD realizes his mistake in not giving his summer lover a fair chance.
He must convince Nate he’ll be waiting when Nate returns - if Nate still wants
him.
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EXCERPT
My eyes burned. It didn’t take a big leap of logic to figure out why and how Nate knew so much.
“You keep saying the exact right thing. Who was he?”
He took a quick breath and gusted it out. “His name was Aaron. We were together about three years. It tore me up when he got married.”
Somehow I didn’t think he meant Aaron married another man. If I didn’t ask, the unrequited curiosity would give me hives.
“As in he married a-?”
“Woman. Yes.”
“Damn.”
“Yep.”
“You didn’t-?”
“Nope. Had no clue until he packed his clothes and left.”
We lifted our cans in unison and both sucked down a long draught of beer. Nate let his arm slide down my back and dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my shorts. I squirmed away from them.
“Your fingers are cold.”
He bumped against me. “Maybe I’m nervous you’ll reject me.”
“Well, you know I did tell Sven I’d have lunch with him in the not so distant future.”
Nate laughed softly. “I’m not worried about Sven. I saw Paddy whispering in his ear and he looked at us. He’ll have lunch with you but he won’t make a move on you.”
“Pity. I’ve never kissed a Norse god. I might like it.”
He growled and tumbled me backward onto the sand. His cool, beer flavored lips covered mine. Not gentle now, he thrust his silky tongue into my mouth and led me into a mock battle. Back and forth we teased, learning secrets few others would ever know.
I clung to him as long-forgotten heat coursed through me. I’d mourned the loss of having someone to touch, and to touch me, as much as I’d mourned losing Michael. Now my senses flooded with Nate’s nearness. My cock, so unresponsive for so long, swelled full and hard. I needed to breathe but I would have passed out from lack of oxygen before I’d pull away from him - or let him go.
“Ah, kick some sand on ‘em.”
Nate jerked away from me at the sound of a voice, close to our ears. Sven took a step back as we scrambled to sit. Good-natured laughter traveled around the bonfire. I glanced at Nate and hoped I wasn’t as glassy-eyed as he was. The man looked dazed.
I guess I did. Sven loomed over me and grinned.
“Does this mean our lunch date is off?”
I got to my feet with as much dignity as a guy with a big bulge in his pants can muster in front of a crowd. “That depends. I still need to eat.”
There was a smattering of applause as I reached out a hand to Nate and pulled him to his feet.
Huh. He had a bulge, too. I liked it.
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SEPTEMBER MORNING
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