Hugo Romero is stuck in St. Louis because of the blizzard. His hotel room is given away, but as a regular customer, he’s compensated with the presidential suite. He isn’t excited about his stay at the hotel, though. The blizzard may last for days. He knows he’ll be bored.
Javier Gisbert can’t leave St. Louis but, unfortunately, he can’t get a room anywhere. Every hotel in the city is full.
When Hugo offers to share his room with Javier, he’s surprised to learn they’ve both flown in from San Francisco on the same flight earlier that day. He’s even more astounded by their lust-filled attraction toward each other. They quickly become better acquainted ... both in and out of bed.
Then the storm ends and the two men return to San Francisco. Can they sustain their relationship? Or is their passion nothing more than the heat of the moment?
When dinner was over, Hugo insisted on paying for it. Then he suggested for him and Javier to grab a drink or two at the bar in the hotel because he was having such a wonderful time with the gorgeous man. He didn’t want their waking moments together to be too short and fleeting. He yearned to savor every wonderful second he got to spend with Javier. He thought they could chat and laugh together, enjoying whatever was left of their evening just the two of them. He didn’t take into account all the other patrons at the bar, most of whom were probably trying to escape the horrid weather outside and not relishing the long hours stuck inside their hotel rooms. He scowled when he noticed a few men and women staring at Javier in what they probably considered as discreet and subtle.
“Are you okay, man?”
Hugo forced a smile at Javier while doing his best not to drool at the man’s long neck or that exposed sliver of skin on the man’s stomach. He wished Javier would stop stretching his arms up because that resulted in several interested gazes from the other patrons. He was aware he had no business being so possessive over Javier. After all, he wasn’t in love with Javier, and the two of them weren’t in a relationship. Besides, he wasn’t searching for a relationship. Or maybe he was fooling himself. He craved Javier like a thirsty, dying man desperate for a drop of water in the hot, scorching desert.
“Yeah. I’m all right.”
“Are you sure?” Javier asked while yawning a little and raising his arms above his head for what seemed like the millionth time, and Hugo frowned at some other men and women who were literally, and unabashedly, licking their lips at the sight of his drinking companion’s exposed, muscular stomach.
“Ye ... yes,” Hugo replied while clenching his fists.
Hugo knew he was dominant, aggressive, possessive, and territorial. All four combined into one huge disaster when he was in a relationship because his jealousy got the better of him at times. He did his best to curb his natural instincts to get into fights with other people who tried to muscle their ways into his domain, but it was difficult. He abhorred all those people who were shameless enough to ogle Javier. However, he had no right to be enraged. Granted, the two of them flirted with each other a few times over the past one hour or so as they chatted at the bar, but Javier wasn’t his boyfriend, his man. He breathed in and out deeply, suppressing the fury building up deep inside him. Then it exploded like an atomic bomb when one man sidled up right next to Javier and brushed one hand over his man’s elbow. To worsen the situation, Javier actually responded by grinning flirtatiously at that fucking stranger.
He stood in anger, and he was about to confront the unknown man when Javier turned to beam at him. He calmed down a little, but he had had enough. He was certain it had been a normal reaction. No man or woman would like it if other people were eyeing their partners with lust. Hugo was man enough to admit he was the type who hated anyone else poaching on his territory, and Javier was his man. After that, he couldn’t remember much of the events that had led to him and Javier rubbing their cocks against each other naked on the bed at the moment.
The lust and fury had mixed and smoldered deep within him until he had lost all of his patience and self-control. He had taken care of the bill for their drinks in a hurry before dragging the lovely, sexy Javier out from the bar all the way into the private elevator. Then he had shoved Javier against one of the walls inside the elevator and proceeded to kiss the man forcefully. He had growled in desperation and hunger when Javier retaliated by pushing him violently against another wall and returning his kiss with an equal amount of fervor and enthusiasm. Then they had rutted against each other like two feral, wild beasts, pausing long enough to rush into the suite once they had reached the nineteenth floor. After that, their clothes had come off at a rapid pace, and now they were lying on top of each other on the bed.