Blurb:
Overworked cubicle jockey Adam Byron wants to attend Oregon
Coast Pride in style but the price of a room at Buchanan House, a popular gay
retreat on the central coast, is beyond his budget. So he won’t miss out, he
advertises online for someone to share expenses. Corporate drone Silas Grant
responds to Adam’s ad, and the two get to know each other via texts before
meeting at the coast. They agree on a no-pressure roommate arrangement, yet
once they meet face-to-face their attraction is undeniable. Desire might simmer
well beyond Pride weekend, no matter how hard Adam and Silas try to live up to
their noncommitment pact.
Silas
I didn’t lose my nerve, but with how
tentative and quiet Adam stayed while I chatted with our hosts and every other
guest at the party, I took things slower than I would’ve liked. The last thing
I wanted was for him to think I was a player. Maybe he just wasn’t used to
being surrounded by a roomful of horny gay men. Or maybe he was naturally quiet
in real life. Whatever his reasons, I could respect them, but I wouldn’t be
deterred. I would find out what his body looked like, what it felt like against
mine, what it tasted like.
And I would ignore the flare of
jealousy I felt whenever another man checked out his ass or rested a hand on
his arm.
Everyone flirted with everyone
else—it’s just the way it worked at parties like that, and it didn’t
necessarily mean anything. Except one couple kept eyeing him and whispering.
Maybe hoping for a threesome, or foursome. When they started to approach us,
after the other guests had left to go gambling or dancing in Lincoln City, I
used a ruse to get Adam outside alone. It had worked on me the first time I had
drinks at a party, in my sophomore year of high school, and it worked just as
well on Adam. If he knew he hadn’t stumbled, he didn’t seem to care. The
unquestioning way he let me take him outside had my dick filling before we
cleared the porch. I didn’t think I could wait through the sunset, but it was
pretty, so I stuck it out.
I wasn’t the only one who felt
tortured, a fact that became obvious as soon as I let my arm rest in his lap.
“Do you want another drink?”
He flinched a little when I spoke.
Neither of us had said a word for the past hour. Or maybe he startled because I
increased the pressure of my arm against his cock at the same time.
“No, thanks. I’m good.”
I
don’t doubt that. “How about if we go upstairs?”
He sighed, almost as though he’d been
holding his breath and waiting for me to ask. “That sounds good.”
I didn’t really want to let go of him,
but, physics. Once we stood and started moving toward the house, things
happened fast. Almost fast enough. We raced up the back staircase—there didn’t
seem to be time to go through the party room and then the lobby to take the
indoor stairs. I pulled him by the hand until we reached the door to our room.
Adam’s key was in a pocket without a button closure, so I reached inside and
took it. I slipped my left hand back into that pocket while I unlocked the door
with my right. Neither operation went quickly or smoothly, but that first
handful—the first time I wrapped a hand around his hard cock, even through the
fabric of his pocket—was a life-altering experience.
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BIO:
Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved
to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted
daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her
sleep once in a while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a
drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has
survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through one
day without stories.
Rattle Charley’s cages:
Series: Buchanan House
Book Number: 2
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: April 22, 2015
Word Count: 13,976
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase
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