They’re no longer snowbound, but Rich is still living happily in domestic bliss with his longtime crush, now his new partner, the gorgeous Parker. Parker has escaped an abusive relationship to hide with Rich in a little farmhouse in an isolated wilderness. After two weeks of peace, they’re relaxed enough to venture out of hiding. They think the danger has passed. They think it’s safe to lower their guard.
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Late one winter night, Rich is stunned when his one-time teenage crush Parker knocks on the door of his isolated farmhouse in the middle of a blizzard. Parker is bruised, hypothermic, and refusing to explain why he needs refuge after five years of silence.Rich offers him shelter from the storm. His little farmhouse is an island of warmth in a…
4700-word MM erotic romance.
Rich woke wonderfully, wrapped in the warmth of his bed, as Parker slid down his body.
Rich’s eyes fluttered open of their own accord. Sunlight slanted past his lashes to dazzle him; he had to blink several times before he could see. The curtains had been flung back and light flooded the white-painted room, turning it bright and new. The mirror shone, the polished wooden furniture gleamed.
Parker kissed his way down Rich’s bare stomach, his smile curving. Parker was all warm golds in the sun, a mischievous sparkle in his blue eyes as he glanced up. The roughness of his jaw felt spectacular against Rich’s skin.
“Good morning,” Parker said huskily, then promptly went down on him.
Rich’s head fell back onto the pillow as he groaned aloud, his world narrowing down to the sensation of sinking into Parker’s talented mouth. It felt sinfully good. Parker draped an arm across his stomach and licked him all over, making little satisfied sounds that filled Rich up with happiness. Parker clearly enjoyed tormenting him.
Rich could not help smiling as he covered his eyes with his arm against the sun. This was the perfect way to wake up. He had nowhere to go, nowhere to be. Just a lazy morning in bed with a gorgeous man intent on pleasuring him. It was so relaxing he might just melt into a puddle.