Ethan Weatherby. Well…Vic and Grayson are smackdab in the middle of their happy-ending, loving each other with so much sugary sweet sap and disgustingly dirty sex that it’s turning my stomach…or making me green with jealously. Magnus and I broke up months ago, making me the laughing stock of Hollywood and leaving me drowning in a big black pit of despair. In an attempt to hide away from all the Hollywood glitz and gossip, I accompany Vic to Florence, Alabama for her latest movie. In my messed-up mind, I tell myself that I’ll get me a little Southern Boy Nookie that will miraculously make me forget all about Magnus. As it turns out…I get so much more than nookie.
Jeremy Michaelson. He’s hands down the hottest, most innocently beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Every alpha instinct in me comes to life the first time I see him and the overwhelming desire to make him mine comes roaring to life. After our first encounter, I’m pretty sure he feels the same way about me.
At least I thought he did…until I realize there is so much more to my Southern heartthrob than what he wants me to see. He has secrets, potentially deadly secrets that risk putting an end to us before we even have a chance for our beginning. The more I try to unravel his past, the harder he pushes me away.
Here’s the deal…when I want something, I don’t give up easily…and I want Jeremy Michaelson.
Every nerve inside me went on high alert when I heard his soft voice calling to Zeus as he made his way through the darkness. After a few seconds, a light switched on in the barn and I, from my hiding spot, was still able to drink my fill of his absolute beauty. Dark smudges were under his eyes, giving testimony that walking away from me hadn’t been as easy as he’d thought it would be. At least, that is what I was going to tell myself.
He moved with a sexy grace that made my mouth water. His T-shirt clung to the lean muscles that I’d traced with my fingertips and tongue and his low hanging jeans barely clung to his lean hips. He wore the same dusty boots that I’d begged him to put on and wear (just them) during one of our many lovemaking marathons. He’d refused with a cute smile that made me think I would have eventually gotten him to cave. Little had I known, he was going to sneak out and leave me while I was in the shower fantasizing about having him again.
The thread bare jeans hugged the lean muscles of his long legs, outlining every detail that I remembered so very well. He has the cutest birthmark on his inner right thigh. I’d teased it with the tip of my tongue until he had been writhing and moaning, begging me for more. His blueberry eyes had been gazing down at me, watching with lust swimming in their depths, while I’d inched closer and closer to his cock and balls. By the time, I’d gotten there, he’d been pleading with wild abandon and not an ounce of stubborn southern pride.
But it had been more than that. There had been more than lust in his eyes when we’d been together. Why had he run from me? Why wouldn’t he let me have his heart; give us a chance? Jeremy Michaelson was mine and I was about to take him back. It had only been three days, but my body…my heart was starved for him.
“Hey, Zeus, baby. Did you miss me today?” I heard his husky voice and my cock started responding immediately to the erotically familiar sound.
Zeus nodded like he did when I talked to him and offered him horsey treats. The handsome beast had us both wrapped around his hooves.
“I know you did, pretty boy. Don’t worry, it won’t be much longer. We’ll get to race across these pastures again in no time. Let’s get you some oats and fresh water.” He stroked the horse’s long face and lovingly nudged its nose with his forehead. “I hear somebody’s been giving you sugar cubes and apple slices, big guy. You’d better be careful, that sugar will go straight to your hips if you aren’t careful…especially since I’m not able to get your usual runs in during the day. You be nice to him though because he was really nice to me.”
Hell, now I wanted to cry like a girl. I wanted to leave my hiding place, grab him and kiss him until whatever he was afraid of completely vanished to where he could only see me and how much I was beginning to care about him. More than that, I wanted to leave my hiding place, grab him and fuck him until his only thoughts were of me. I was going to do both before the night was over.
I waited, my heart thundering wildly, my cock starving for him, while he finished taking care of Zeus. I wanted him completely focused on me when I finally made my presence known. He puttered around the stall, making sure Zeus ate his meal and then led him out into the middle of the barn and started hosing him down. Watching a horse getting a shower and a brushing shouldn’t have been such a turn on, but then everything Jeremy did turned me on. The water hose, thank God, had given him problems and the front of his T-shirt and jeans were practically soaked. When he moved, I could see each and every lean muscle ripple and dance beneath the clinging fabric. I could see the outline of his manly package as the wet jeans hugged it the way I wanted to. The chiseled muscles of his arms flexed with each stroke of the brush.
By the time he led Zeus back into his stall and latched the half door, I was knocking at the door of coming in my pants like a high school twink. I’d played this scenario over and over in my mind but my arousal had me tossing all of my declarations of love right out the window and moving straight back to fucking him into submission. My body felt as tight as a bowstring pulled back as far as possible. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anybody. Hell, I wanted him so badly it literally physically hurt me.
And I was damned tired of playing games…