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271 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 28, 2008
Love is in the air...
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but I liked (a lot) this book, so I'll give 3.Summary: Two dozen roses, one dozen balloons and a night with a sexy, young stripper. What a thirty-sixth birthday for Jimmy Trent. But the ultimate gift is yet to come as he finds himself falling in love with the beautiful dancer. Adam Hyland's life is in the dumps. Living in his car and stripping for his supper, he doesn't expect much when the birthday-boy invites him to stay for cake and champagne. Yet seeing the look in Jimmy's eyes, Adam dares to hope for more. Will their differences tear them apart? Or can their love take flight like a Phoenix Rising from the ashes?
Excerpt: The rain had stopped and a thumbnail sliver of moon cast silvery light over the yard. From the rear of the garage the ground sloped down. About ten yards down the slope, the manicured grass gave way to a line of trees and wild growth where the shadows grew thick and heavy.
“That’s Fairmount Park,” Jimmy said from the bathroom doorway. “It backs up to this property so there aren’t any neighbors, not unless you count the deer.”
“How far does it go?”
“The park? Miles and miles. Fairmount is the largest municipal park in the country. When we were kids we weren’t allowed back there. My mother was sure we’d wander off and she’d never see us again.”
“But you went anyway.”
“Of course we did.” Jimmy laughed. “Tell a kid not to go somewhere and that’s the first place he wants to go. I remember when Laton was in high school, he used to take his girlfriends back there and make out.”
“How do you know?”
“I followed him a couple times. You know, the kind of stuff little brothers do.”
He didn’t, because he didn’t have any brothers, but he liked listening to Jimmy talk. Knowing these little details made him feel closer to Jimmy, like they could actually be friends. “Did he ever find out that you followed him?”
Jimmy shook his head. “Are you kidding? He would have kicked my ass if he knew.”
They both laughed.
Adam let the curtain drop and stepped away from the window. “How about you? Who did you take back there when you were in high school?”
Jimmy’s cheeks flushed. “I went to boarding school in New Hampshire.”
“So you never snuck into the woods with anyone to make out?”
Jimmy’s hesitation was just enough to tell Adam there was something here. A little thrill raced through him.
“Who was he, Jim?”
Jimmy shook his head. “I don’t remember. That was a long time ago.”
Adam stepped up close. Jimmy could easily have moved away but he didn’t.
Adam slipped his hand inside Jimmy’s open collar and stroked the warm skin. Jimmy’s pulse jumped under his fingertips as Adam leaned in. “Tell me.”
There was a pause. Jimmy’s lips parted. He swallowed. “His name was Christopher,” Jimmy whispered. “Chris Daley. He was the first boy I ever kissed.”
Adam leaned closer, stopping with their lips no more than a breath apart. “You took him into the woods and kissed him?”
“He kissed me.” Jimmy’s lashes fluttered down.
“Show me how.” He didn’t know where this little game had come from or where it was going, but he liked it.
Jimmy’s hands slid around Adam’s waist. The man drew him close. He pressed against the hard length of Jimmy’s body.
Jimmy’s mouth claimed his, the kiss starting slow, the contact soft and just a little tentative, the way a teenage boy might kiss.
Adam’s fingers caressed the back of Jimmy’s neck before sliding into the close-cropped hair. He sighed as his eyes drifted closed. But when his lips parted, Jimmy broke the kiss.
Adam opened his eyes. “What—”
“He asked me if I liked it,” Jimmy said, his words slow, his tone dreamy and far away. “And I said I did. Then he put his hand on my cock.”
Adam’s breath caught. He could imagine it, Jimmy so young and unsure, never even kissed let alone had another boy’s hand on his cock. God.
“How old were you?”
“Fifteen. We were both fifteen.”
Adam slipped his hand between their bodies. With a fingertip he traced the hard length of Jimmy’s cock through his pants.
“So hard,” Adam murmured. “Were you hard for him, Jim?”
“Yes,” Jimmy breathed, “so hard…from the kiss, you know? And it was nothing really, just a kiss. But, God …” Jimmy’s hips pressed forward, silently asking for more contact.
Adam squeezed Jimmy’s prick before sweeping his thumb over the head where a damp spot on the fabric of his pants let Adam know just how much Jimmy liked this game.
“Did he fuck you and make you come?”
“I came,” Jimmy said, hips rocking against the press of Adam’s hand. “He kissed me and I came in his hand.”
