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--?”
“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
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 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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Jagger Davis, JD to his friends, is at a crossroads in his life.
He takes a summer sabbatical at picturesque Sandbridge
Beach in Virginia to enjoy sun, surf, and solitude while plotting
a new direction for his life. 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
become close. But 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. He hasn’t given his summer
lover a fair chance. Now he has to convince Nate he’ll be
waiting when Nate returns - if Nate still wants him.