Jarrett grabs Dylan and presses their mouths together. He feels Dylan’s hand at the back of his head to keep him in place, but Jarrett doesn’t mind that a bit. He doesn’t want to get away. Dylan’s lips are hard and unyielding and soon take control. It’s just what Jarrett needs.Jarrett yelps a little when Dylan’s arm snakes around his waist and jerks him close, making him tilt on his tiptoes, and Dylan grinds their crotches together.“Think of your place,” Dylan whispers into Jarrett’s mouth.“What?”Dylan doesn’t answer, just keeps kissing him, so Jarrett lets his mind wander to his house, his bedroom, feeling both of Dylan’s arms around him now, and ZAP!Dylan lets him go, and Jarrett bounces back onto… his bed? Jarrett twists around and props up on his elbows.“The fuck — Dylan, what’s going on?”Looming over him, Dylan only grins. “Shut up and take off your clothes.”Jarrett squints, but wordlessly he complies. He never takes his eyes off Dylan as he undresses himself, watching Dylan’s eyes darken with desire. He’s startled when Jarrett tugs at the waist of his jeans.“Take them off,” Jarrett says as he keeps pulling, and he unzips his own pants and begins to push them down.“All right, all right.” Dylan hops off the bed and gets out of both his shirt and jeans in record time. He kicks off his shoes and jumps up back onto the bed where Jarrett is waiting for him.
What do you think, guys? It’s taken from my newest release, What Lies Beneath, published by Torquere Press.
On Dylan’s birthday, his friends give him a chocolatey surprise — a night at a private gay club, starring Jarrett, the most beautiful stripper he’s ever seen. The pair have an obvious connection, but Dylan’s hiding a big secret.
Jarrett has a rule: Never fall for a client. But Dylan is cute, and sweet, and Jarrett is only human, okay? But when the past comes back to haunt Dylan, will Dylan push him away, or will he help Dylan conquer his fears once and for all?