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130 pages, Pocket Book
First published November 21, 2014










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"The frustrating truth of the matter was, his hopes to purge Scott from his brain via distance and time had failed bigger than shit. Even now, he'd yet to stop obsessing over the guy. In fact, his urge to see Scott had only become more persistent."
"But now, as Scott sat beside him, effortlessly looking straight into his soul, Tad knew it without a doubt. The guy got him. Really got him. And it was freeing in a way Tad couldn't describe. But now that he'd tasted it, he didn't want to let it go. Didn't want to let Scott go. But not just because of the dude's comfort card. Scott was like the whole damn package. Because not only did he enable Tad to relax in his skin, he showed him how to find pleasure through it in ways Tad hadn't known existed. Scott flat-out made him thrive."
"Scott cursed and kicked up the strength of his thrusts, as if intentionally trying to derail Tad's brain. Which worked surprisingly well. But the second Tad calmed, Scott slowed to a stop. 'Don't go there,' he whispered, burying his face in Tad's neck. 'Not back where you were. Not when I just got you out.' Tad could feel Scott's lashes against his skin, felt the moment they slowly closed. 'Just ... say that you missed me ... like I missed you.'"
"Taking a left at the stop sign, he acknowledged his aching body ... and smiled. He'd be sore for a week, and not just from weight lifting. Scott had left his mark again. Tad lingered on the memory, suspecting the guy truly enjoyed making sure Tad thought of him for days. Not that he wouldn't anyway. The choice was no longer Tad's to make. It was like Scott had tattooed himself deep beneath his skin. And for reasons that were still a bit hazy, Tad was cool with that. It seemed kind of appropriate, really. If Scott was going to be in his head, have his scent all over his body, then he might as well be in Tad's bloodstream, too."

He shoved his index into Tad's mouth. "But no more small talk." His finger salaciously stroked Tad's tongue. "Suck me while I'm fucking you. Pretend it's my dick. Wanna feel how you'd try to make me come."
Again, his hand curled around Tad's throat. But just like before, it wasn't one of those dark-kinky, asphyxiating kind of grips. Instead it felt more like a gesture of claim.
