| Author: | B.J. Ryder | ISBN: | 1230000152407 |
| Publisher: | B.J. Ryder | Publication: | July 18, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | B.J. Ryder |
| ISBN: | 1230000152407 |
| Publisher: | B.J. Ryder |
| Publication: | July 18, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Chad and Brendan are as close as friends can be. They're roommates, both top performers on the college swim team... and most of all, both harbor a secret desire.
It's been impossible to ignore the hidden glances, the subtle hints dropped between the two young men. So when the more confident and experienced Chad makes the first move, the shyer and more reticent Brendan decides to relinquish control, lay back, and enjoy whatever comes next.
Excerpt:
Chad paused, licking his lips, hands slightly trembling on the arms of his chair. He’d wanted this for so long, he was unsure where to begin. And what if Brendan didn’t go for it? Would it ruin their nearly two year friendship? He blinked, suddenly uncomfortable in his tight cargo pants, and went for it anyway. “I… I could give you something. Something… I think you’d really like.”
Brendan looked at him, calmly, eyes steady and unflinching. “Yeah,” he challenged, not glancing away like usual. His hands rested casually on his thighs. “Like what?”
“Something I think we’ve both wanted,” Chad offered, finally putting it out there as he continued to roll forward on the wheels of his desk chair. “For a long, long time.”
Brendan stiffened as Chad gently slid out of his favorite rugby shirt...
Chad and Brendan are as close as friends can be. They're roommates, both top performers on the college swim team... and most of all, both harbor a secret desire.
It's been impossible to ignore the hidden glances, the subtle hints dropped between the two young men. So when the more confident and experienced Chad makes the first move, the shyer and more reticent Brendan decides to relinquish control, lay back, and enjoy whatever comes next.
Excerpt:
Chad paused, licking his lips, hands slightly trembling on the arms of his chair. He’d wanted this for so long, he was unsure where to begin. And what if Brendan didn’t go for it? Would it ruin their nearly two year friendship? He blinked, suddenly uncomfortable in his tight cargo pants, and went for it anyway. “I… I could give you something. Something… I think you’d really like.”
Brendan looked at him, calmly, eyes steady and unflinching. “Yeah,” he challenged, not glancing away like usual. His hands rested casually on his thighs. “Like what?”
“Something I think we’ve both wanted,” Chad offered, finally putting it out there as he continued to roll forward on the wheels of his desk chair. “For a long, long time.”
Brendan stiffened as Chad gently slid out of his favorite rugby shirt...
