| Rain blasted in a thundering sheet against
the front of the cabin, stamping a relentless beat into the
windows and wood. The power had gone out long ago. A blazing
fire roared in the fireplace, but Sirus could not settle down.
He knew why too.
Greyson Cole.
The man sat on the couch with his laptop in hand, an external
battery allowing him to go right on working without a pause.
The fire and a half-dozen kerosene lanterns cast the entire
living room in a soft glow, cast Grey in a soft glow,
and Sirus couldn’t keep his cock down to save his life. He
stood by the window, forced himself to watch the rainstorm
putting on a show outside, and tried to ignore the silhouette
of Grey he could see out of the corner of his eye.
Fuck, though, the guy was so damn sexy, and Sirus hadn’t
been with a man in over two years. He’d done a lot of yanking
on his dick during that time, and he had a handful of toys
for when he craved feeling something inside him, but… Playing
with himself satisfied the physical need for release, but
it didn’t stop the craving for companionship ... or for something
more. Sirus had learned how to cope with the wanting, and
he even understood it had its place. He also knew he had a
tendency to pick men who would not stand up and be with him
out in the open. After his last break-up, he swore he would
never again pursue someone who wouldn’t be out and equal with
him. Sirus had a damn good feeling that included Greyson Cole.
Sirus was an adult, and he knew how to control his physical
needs and desires. As attractive as Grey was, Sirus could
easily share a cabin with him and not be overly tempted. That
was, until Grey had to go let that slip of vulnerability show
through earlier today and mess with Sirus’s head. How could
Sirus have complete disdain for someone so clearly alone that
he almost attacked in his need to prove he had people who
cared about him? And beyond that, to stop himself and compliment
Sirus’s art, when he so clearly wanted to get the hell off
Sirus’s side of the lake, burrowed its way under Sirus’s skin
and wouldn’t let him go.
His attention strayed Grey’s way again. He latched his gaze
onto the solid frame of the man, watching Grey as he focused
so intensely on whatever project he had open on his laptop.
Grey had his feet kicked up on the coffee table, his legs
stretched out, covered in dark denim, his feet bare. The man
looked sexy when he worked. Sirus rubbed one of his own bare
feet against the other, his toes curling at the curious intimacy
of them both, together, without shoes and socks. It made Sirus
think he had every right to walk over to Grey, extricate the
laptop from his hands, and sink into a deep, distracting kiss.
He would settle in on Grey’s lap, straddle him, lean in close,
and rub his ass against Grey’s dick. Sirus would tease the
hard ridge of flesh until they tore each other’s jeans down
and, with a cry, Sirus impaled himself on Grey’s cock. He
bit down a moan, almost able to feel the claiming right where
he stood.
Stop it, goddamnit!
Snapping out of his fantasy, Sirus’s heart slammed with fear
as he looked for awareness in Grey. Grey went on, unaware,
typing away on his keyboard, and Sirus slipped again, immediately
imagining the damage those fingers could do in his ass.
Fuck. Sirus’s channel clenched, begging for attention,
for a complete filling. His gaze drifted Grey’s way again,
and he took a step forward, even as he knew this guy was so,
so wrong for him. A picture of Paul flashed before Sirus’s
eyes right then and stopped him dead in his tracks. Sandy
blond hair and blue eyes seemed to look right into Sirus’s
soul, suffocating him, forcing him to relive the last time
he had taken a chance on someone that deep down he knew wasn’t
right for him. Still, as Sirus stood there and experienced
the brutal break-up again, his body ached for a man, and he
took another step closer to Grey.
No! That scream of denial woke Sirus up, resonating
in his head. He turned, rushing to the door. I have to
get out of this place.
Now.
Sirus threw open the door and a blast of wind and rain soaked
his front before he took one step outside. He forged into
the frigid display of nature, letting the cold wash over him
and cool his insides. Sirus made it halfway down the steps,
almost to freedom, when a ruthless grip locked on his arm
and jerked him into the step railing.
Sirus looked up into the rage of Grey’s face.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Grey looked
like he shouted, but it barely registered as such above the
noise of the pounding rain. “It’s goddamned pouring.”
Looking up into the darkened night, Sirus welcomed the torrent
of rain beating down on his face. For the first time in what
seemed like forever, he felt alive, and he forced himself
to believe it was because of the harsh elements and not this
man’s bruising hold.
“Come on!” Grey shook Sirus again and tried to tug him up
the stairs. “Get inside!”
Sirus pulled back, digging his feet into the wood. “No, it’s
just rain. It won’t hurt me.” He could not, could not,
go back in that cabin with Grey.
“You’ll get sick as a dog.” Rain plastered Grey’s hair to
his head in a skullcap and poured down his face. “Of course
it can hurt you.” His lips pulled with hard lines, and all
Sirus could think about was kissing Grey breathless and shoving
his tongue into the warmth of his mouth.
Stifling a groan, Sirus pushed past Grey and down the steps.
He called over his shoulder, not daring to look back, “If
I get sick, I’ll deal with it.” His feet squished in the mud
the dirt path had become. The cold no barrier, a painful erection
raged in his jeans. “You go inside. I want to be out here.”
Grey shouted a curse and slammed into Sirus from behind,
locking his arms around Sirus’s arms and chest. “You’re not
running around in the rain and the dark! Fucking stop, damn
it!” Grey’s muscles contorted wildly against Sirus’s back
and arms as he struggled to take Sirus to the ground, surprising
Sirus with his strength. Sirus had the extra height and the
bulk, though, and he ripped Grey off his body, whirling on
him, his emotions playing too close to the surface to fully
conceal.
Sirus laid his eyes on the hard set of Grey’s face, and on
the way his body heaved with labored breathing. His soaked
shirt clung to his chest, exposing hard pecs and tight nipples,
pointing with cold. Sirus looked up and their gazes clashed,
the heat so intense Sirus jerked with it. A rough noise escaped
Grey right then, and that’s when Sirus glanced down. A thick
bulge thrust hard against Grey’s pants, giving him away.
Grey stared right back at Sirus’s cock, and figured him out
too.
“I don’t want this,” Sirus uttered, his voice stripped bare.
“Me either.” Grey sounded as if he were in agony.
Swearing, they flew at each other in a furious kiss. …
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