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174 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2006
Summary: Chance thinks he's got a pretty good life. He loves his job as a fireman, he's got an ocean view, and he has a great bunch of friends. He figures there's not much reason to change until he meets Tucker, a paramedic who works his shift. Tucker might even be worth breaking the don't ask, don-t tell policy at work, might just be worth coming out for.
Trouble threatens to tear the two apart, though, when Chance is injured, which takes a toll on all of his relationships, most importantly the one he had developed with Tucker. In fact, it shatters everything they've worked so hard for. Can Chance and Tucker rebuild their lives, coming back together to be better than ever?
Then, in Flashover, the boys from Heat are back! When a family tragedy forces Tucker to return to Kentucky to wait out the probate on the old homestead, he and Chance are separated for a while. Chance has been promoted to Captain, and can't leave his job for long, putting strain on their relationship.
Even when they can find time to be together they have to face adversity from the locals, problems in their own personal lives, and even the weather as they try to get the farm settled enough to leave it behind.
Can Chance and Tucker keep it together even when the fire burns high enough to flash over their heads?
Excerpt: "Don't touch that."
Chance glanced up in the mirror to see Tucker leaning in the doorway of the bathroom, watching. "You took yours off already," he pointed out.
"Mine ain't got as much skin that needs to heal. You can take it off before bed." He came in and stood behind Chance, resting his chin on Chance's shoulder and meeting Chance's eyes in the reflection. "So whaddya think?"
"I think I like it," he said softly, leaning his head against Tucker's. "It's sort of ... permanent." Except there was no 'sort of' about it, and that was the part he liked.
Tucker nodded. "That was the idea."
They looked at each other for a long time in the mirror, Tucker's arms hooked around Chance's waist, until Chance turned his head to kiss him. "I know I was a dick," Chance murmured against Tucker's mouth, but Tucker shook his head and didn't let him say anything else.
They stood in the same position for long minutes until Chance felt Tucker grow hard against his ass. He shifted slightly in Tucker's embrace, meaning to turn and face him, but Tucker tightened his arms. "No," he whispered to Chance.
"Stay this way. Watch in the mirror."
Chance felt his cheeks heat immediately. "Aw, come on."
"For me," Tucker said, and damn if he didn't know just what to say to make Chance obey his every wish.
It didn't take much more than unzipping two sets of shorts before Tucker was reaching over to the medicine cabinet for the lube and sliding wet fingers into Chance. Chance would have closed his eyes then to savor the feel, but Tucker squeezed one hand around his cock and said, "No, look. I
want you to look."
So Chance looked, the last of the embarrassment fading away as he felt Tucker line himself up without ever breaking his gaze in the mirror. Their eyes stayed locked as Tucker eased in to the hilt, one hand on Chance's waist and the other making perfect strokes on his cock. "Us," Chance whispered, darting a fast glance down to the fresh ink on his arm and back up. "You and me. Just us."
"Just us," Tucker repeated, pulling out with a sigh and then gliding back in. "Just us, always. Promise."
"Promise."
Chance felt as if he was floating and grounded at the same time. Tucker's eyes in the mirror kept him rooted where he was, but the hand on his cock and the small brushes over his gland were sending him soaring. He would have likened it to finding the perfect wave, but there really was nothing else that compared to how he felt when he and Tucker were connecting on more than a physical level.
Tucker's teeth were against Chance's neck then, eyes still holding Chance's in the mirror as he sucked up a bite and brought dark blood to the surface of the thin skin. Chance knew Tucker was leaving another mark, not as permanent as the one on his arm, but a sign of possession nonetheless, and Chance felt the muscles in his thighs begin to tremble with the strain of holding off his orgasm. "Tucker," Chance said by
way of warning, hands gripping the countertop, knowing if Tucker had a mind to do it, he could keep Chance on the edge for hours.
The hand on his cock sped up, teasing with nimble fingers at the head and tracing the heavy underside while Chance fought to keep his eyes from closing. "You're gonna look," Tucker murmured to him. "I wanna see you when you come."
Chance could only nod and suck his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down hard enough to bloody it and straining for the release that Tucker wouldn't let him have until Tucker was good and ready. Tucker's hand was tight around his cock and Chance jerked into his fist, feeling the push and pull behind him start to get a little shaky.
He wouldn't have thought that watching himself would be so hot, but now that Tucker had made him look, he couldn't tear his gaze away. Chance noted how their muscles flexed and stretched against each other and he started to see details of his own body that he normally never looked at. The way his tan contrasted with the skin below his bathing suit line.
How he grew taut whenever Tucker's fingers tightened on him. It was an experience Chance hadn't had before, one he'd never considered as erotic, and he filed it away to remember for later.
It only took one more sweet tug on his dick and Chance was coming, hard and messy against the countertop, Tucker's name on his lips and a hot stare burning into him in their reflection. Chance ran a finger through his own come pooling on the sink and lifted it behind him, to Tucker's mouth.
The instant Tucker darted out a tongue to catch the taste, Chance felt him freeze and suck in a breath. "Oh, goddamn," he groaned, and then Tucker was trembling and gasping and coming hard enough to make him lean a hand over on the counter for support.
They traded kisses and touches and whispers while they cleaned up, and that night after dinner, Tucker took him back into the bathroom and carefully peeled off the bandage over his tattoo. Chance watched silently as Tucker used gentle fingers to put ointment on the ink, pressing a kiss to Chance's shoulder when he was finished.
"Just us, always," Tucker said again, repeating their words from earlier. "Promise."
"Promise," Chance whispered, watching him in the mirror.
"Always."