When Jeff, the man Connor moved across an ocean to spend the rest of his life with, announces their relationship is no longer working, Connor is caught unawares. Without Jeff, Connor has no reason to stay in Florida, but he doesn’t want to return to Scotland.
An impromptu visit to a nightclub leads
to Connor meeting Parker, a man nothing like clean-cut Jeff and a lot more like
the bad-boys Connor used to go for back in Glasgow’s biker bars.
A one-night-stand becomes something
more, but the two barely have any time together before Connor is hit by another
bolt from the blue.
Jeff decides he wants Connor back, and
his offer to start over means Connor has to make a decision. Return to the
security of his relationship with Jeff, or jump in at the deep end with Parker
and find out if he still remembers how to swim.
Excerpt
“Hey,” Connor said.
“You don’t look like you belong here.”
The man’s voice was deep, and he spoke slowly, almost lazily. Connor liked
that.
“I just got out of work.”
The man nodded and gestured to the
bartender. A few moments later, another bottle of beer was placed in front of
Connor along with a glass of coke. Judging by the easy smile on the man’s lips
and his complete disregard for personal space, Connor was willing to bet the
coke wasn’t virgin.
“And you thought instead of going home,
you’d come here. Somewhere that’s not your usual hangout. Somewhere you’re
unlikely to be caught…by your boyfriend?”
Connor laughed and picked up his drink.
“Partly,” he said, holding the bottle close to his lips. “Except for the
boyfriend part.”
The man nodded and let go of Connor’s
shoulder. He took a long swig of his drink.
“Is that why you’re here? This doesn’t
exactly look like your scene either.”
The man smirked. He bit his bottom lip.
“I’m babysitting,” he said, nodding at the bottle-blond guy Connor had been
staring at before.
Connor knew dreadlocks weren’t
hereditary, but, “Your brother?”
“Cousin. He’s just moved here. I
thought he might need a little supervision.”
“Looks like he’s got things covered.”
The man shrugged. “I’m Parker, by the
way. I caught you checking him out. You didn’t look very impressed.”
Connor took another swig from his
bottle of beer before moving a step closer to Parker. In those baggy jeans it
was hard to tell, and Connor wanted to know if Parker was really interested.
Connor made a move he hadn’t used in years and rubbed up against Parker’s
groin, concealing his real intentions by whispering in Parker’s ear.
“He’s not my type. I prefer my men a
little rough around the edges.”
Connor felt a rush of heat on his neck
as Parker let out a breath that was too heavy to signify anything other than
arousal.
Parker drained the contents of his
glass before looking at Connor again stepped to the side, moving away from
Connor, teasing as he pulled his lip between white teeth. Connor waited and
Parker reached for him. He locked his fingers in the long hair tied in a
ponytail at the nape of Connor’s neck. He pulled Connor towards him, making
Connor close the distance between them again. Connor didn’t resist.
The first press of Parker’s lips
against his own seemed to amplify the alcohol in Connor’s system. The banging
base of the music melted to a thudding beat that dictated how Connor’s hips
thrust against Parker’s, how their hands wound and pulled in each other’s hair.
When Parker’s lips parted, Connor dived inside, wanting to lick away the taste
of cheap bourbon to get right down to the taste of the man himself.
Parker’s hands left Connor’s hair and
landed back on Connor’s hips. He moved Connor, rubbing their erections together
until kissing was becoming damn near impossible. Connor kept pulling away to
suck breath down into his lungs and Parker stole it from him every time he
brought their lips back together.
“Jesus,” Parker said, breaking the
kiss. He rested his forehead against Connor’s. Connor couldn’t take his eyes
off the smile playing on Parker’s lips. “Where’d you learn to kiss like that?”
Connor laughed, still rocking his hips
against Parker’s. “Glasgow. Heard of it?”
Parker nodded. “I’m going to have to
add it to my list of places to visit.”
“Do that… but, not tonight.”
“No. I have other plans for tonight.”
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Born and raised in bonnie Scotland, Douglas Black writes contemporary MM erotic romance. Welcome to your fantasy.
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