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150 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 25, 2014



When I see Dave hurting, it’s bigger and scarier than any wake I’ve ever hit.
There is something incredibly sexy about being ordered around by a guy who blushes when he does it.



"I know you don’t do casual sex.
And you don’t do relationships."


"We can be family. If you want, we'll take it one day at a time, but I'd really like those days to start and end together."
"Slow down."
"What?"
"Stop trying to get off and let me make love to you."
"Aren't they the same thing?"
He sits up and touches my face, stroking along the side with one hand. "No, Ben, they aren't. And it's fucking tragic that no one has ever shown you that before."
"But you need to see your whole self, Ben. You need to see the guy Eddie sees. And I really, really hope someday you'll see the guy I see. Because I love that guy, so much. And you would really love him too."
He lifts my head to kiss me. It's not one of those crazy-hot-can't-get-enough kisses I'm used to from him. This one is totally different - like he's kissing straight through he physical parts of me, the flesh and bone, and touching that soft feeling inside, stoking it, making it bigger and stronger. This lake-rat redneck has a huge gooey center.


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“What makes you feel alive now?”
“Riding wake early in the morning, before the fog’s cleared off the water. Flirting with a much younger man. Sex. Candy.”…
My tongue steals out to tangle with his briefly. It’s madness. It’s heaven. He tastes sweeter than candy, like laughter and sunny days on the lake…
I hear my voice crack. “Why can’t we be lovers and have fun and just . . .”
“Because I want more than that. I want to share my life with someone. And I want to share my life with someone who values his own life enough to take care of it.”
“And you don’t think that’s me?”
“I did.”
“You said you wouldn’t throw me away.” I grind out the words.
“What do think you’re doing now?”

"Knowing he’s loved can make any man fly."

"I kiss him gently, and it’s friendly, but arousing in the way only a first kiss can be. My intentions to keep it chaste go straight to hell because he whimpers and his lips part and my tongue steals out to tangle with his briefly. It’s madness. It’s heaven."

“I don’t know this feeling, this fucking scary thing in my chest when I hang up the phone, but I think it might be hope.”

“Good job,” I say, and he blushes. It could be my new mission in life to keep his cheeks pink.”









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