Lucci Grimley is indeed alluring—crowned with a mane of long blond hair, and blessed with an enchanting musical talent that draws a brave rescuer to a high tower hidden in the forest.
However, this modern-day Rapunzel is a young man, sold as a child to the wealthy and childless Damien Gotham for the price of a fast car and a pile of cash. And Lucci’s heroic prince is William “Prin” Prinzing, a handsome college student and star soccer player, hired to care for the grounds of the lavish Tower Estate. Prin climbs an extension ladder rather than a long golden braid to gain access to Lucci’s second floor bedroom window, ultimately penetrating the secrecy surrounding the cloistered young man.
Friendship, and soon romance, blooms. The tower captive eagerly gives his loving innocence to his brave rescuer, which sends the strict and reclusive Gotham into a frenzy of jealous rage. With Prin, Lucci gets a taste of real life, and he wants more. Together, the young men must face Gotham’s ruthlessness and pay the price of liberating Lucci.
Be Warned: m/m sex
And suddenly I am held in the circle of Prin’s arms. “I love it when you laugh!” he says breathlessly, right before he leans forward and kisses my smiling lips.
I am stunned, as this is the first kiss I have ever received directly on my lips, but still I reach my arms around his neck, in the manner Father so appreciates. I do not do this merely to please him, though, as I do with Father. It is an act I commit without any thought at all.
“I kissed you…” he whispers, as if it is a secret of which I am unaware. “I can’t believe I just did that.” Prin’s cheeks burn red, and he appears somewhat distraught.
Nevertheless, I ask the question that has been weighing so heavily on my mind. “Is this the way of friendship, Prin?”
Prin takes me by the hand and leads me to the bench. He pushes gently on my shoulders, so I sit down beside him and he then takes both of my hands in his. I notice that his hands are trembling as Father’s often do when he gives in to his need to touch me, and I suspect that something is amiss. He looks into my eyes, but glances away quickly. “We’re friends,” he says in an anxious tone, “but, for me … for me, I think it’s also something more.”
My thoughts are drawn to the thick treasury of stories with gilded pages I keep on my bookshelf. Many of the stories within are about the love between princes and their princesses. The way Prin and I embraced and kissed so sweetly is reminiscent of these stories of love I have read and reread.
“Then this is love?” Prin seems to possess many answers, and so I ask.
He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”
Prin reaches for my shoulders and pulls me toward him. I do not resist, as I sometimes do when Father embraces me. In fact, I lean forward with eagerness, so that my face is closer to his. And this time when Prin kisses me, it is not short and breathless. This kiss is long-lasting and quite dramatic, like the ones I have seen in the romantic musicals to which Father occasionally takes me. I am shocked when Prin uses his tongue to part my lips, and then proceeds to taste every corner of the inside of my mouth. I do not remember this detail from the stories in my treasury, but I find it thrilling. It seems to define perfect intimacy far better than Father’s way.
When he pulls away, I say, “I think you do know that this is love,” because I do not think a person kisses his friend in such a manner. I tell Prin, “Now I will kiss you,” and, placing my hands along the short growth on the fine bones of his face, I take my turn at learning the contours of the inside of his mouth. First, I press my tongue on the small space between his two front teeth that I find so engaging, and once I have fully explored this, I move on to find his soft tongue. I tangle mine with his, and when I do, I become hard between my legs. I wish only to press my hips against him, as I am in need of relief.
“It is happening to me again, Prin.” I take his hand in mine and press it to the stiffness of my private part, and as soon as I do this, I find that Prin is the one kissing me again.
“Lucci … I feel the same way,” he confesses upon a heated breath, and our kissing suddenly seems quite mutual.