Jeff could hardly wait to run his fingers through Deak’s
auburn hair and watch Deak’s green eyes take on that heavy-lidded look, the one
that meant hold on for a wild ride for the rest of the night. The
thought made his heart give a happy leap.
Reunions were the best.
The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out, pulling
the suitcases behind him. At the door to 3-A, Jeff let himself in. A single
light was on in the living room, and the place smelled like home: lemon
furniture polish, houseplants, and wet dog. Deak’s Jack Russell terrier,
however, was nowhere in sight. That was fine. Sissy despised Jeff, and he
didn’t want to start out by asking Deak to put the bitch in the bathroom.
From down the hall came the sound of the treadmill and
Lady Gaga. Jeff grinned. Deak was working out. He’d be shirtless and sweaty and
shiny, hair shoved off his face, every muscle outlined… Hot. Very hot.
Jeff set the carry-on down, toed off his shoes, and
tossed his coat over the suitcases. He ignored the mail; he had something
better to do—like get into an intimate tangle with a hot man. He grabbed the
champagne and headed toward the music.
As he sneaked down the hall, panting and grunting joined
the music. Maybe Deak had the TV on? Jeff paused. Maybe he had porn on. In that
case, Jeff wanted to reach him before Deak climaxed. The poor guy had probably
jacked off as much as Jeff had over the past four months. He’d start with a
kiss, and then strip…
Hefting the champagne, Jeff whipped around the corner.
The word “surprise” died in his throat.
It certainly was a surprise. A sweaty, shiny Deak had a
dark-haired guy bent over the weight bench, the slap of skin against skin
matching the tempo of the music. Jeff couldn’t move, couldn’t peel his gaze
from the tableau torturing him. The dog walker? The window reflected Jeff’s
shocked expression back at him.
~*~
More about Rabbit Wars:
After two months in Dubai supervising a construction
project, architect Jefferson Fontaine returns home to find his boyfriend
boffing the dog walker. Reeling, Jeff grabs his dignity and departs. The
arrival of a mysterious wicker box and a letter requesting Jeff’s presence for
the reading of a local entrepreneur’s will sends Jeff to his hometown of
Crooked Creek, Colorado. The last thing he expects is to encounter an old flame
who disappeared fifteen years ago.
After high school, Ashton Eiker hoped to start a future with the boy he loved, but his world crashed when Jeff refused to bring Ash along with him to college. Ash ran from the rejection, but returned to Crooked Creek a year ago, bringing his confectionary talents and opening a chocolate shop. When the great uncle of a childhood friend names Ash in his will, he could hardly anticipate getting a helping of his past in the mix.
Jeff and Ash jointly inherit the historic Jeremiah Rabbit House, and are forced to work together to meet the terms of the will or neither will have the mansion. It’s a battle of opinions, shared personal history, and present attraction, but the true prize isn’t the Rabbit legacy. It's the chance at something better.
After high school, Ashton Eiker hoped to start a future with the boy he loved, but his world crashed when Jeff refused to bring Ash along with him to college. Ash ran from the rejection, but returned to Crooked Creek a year ago, bringing his confectionary talents and opening a chocolate shop. When the great uncle of a childhood friend names Ash in his will, he could hardly anticipate getting a helping of his past in the mix.
Jeff and Ash jointly inherit the historic Jeremiah Rabbit House, and are forced to work together to meet the terms of the will or neither will have the mansion. It’s a battle of opinions, shared personal history, and present attraction, but the true prize isn’t the Rabbit legacy. It's the chance at something better.
Whitley Gray
www.whitleygray.com
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