“Hot damn.” Jesse zeroed in on the muscles bulging as they flexed under the strain of fitting the heavy wood display case into position. “Who is that? And where do I sign up to ride him?”
“Huh?” Zane turned in the general direction Jesse was looking, but in fairness the room was filled with hot men. Although in Jesse’s opinion none of them held a candle to the mouthwatering eye candy he was staring at.
As much as he wanted to point and shout “this one with the rippling muscles that would make any man want to take a bite,” Jesse tried to be more discreet. “The one putting in the display case.”
Zane didn’t even bother looking where Jesse indicated. “Parker Flemming. He’s the one I told you about that’s making all the furniture in here.”
Jesse vaguely remembered Zane talking about hiring an old school friend to keep the interior of the bakery true to the cabin charm of the exterior. Well, it was the feel of the interior also since the building was made to look like one of those log cabins.
To be honest, Jesse really hadn’t been paying too much attention. He was happy for Zane for finally open a bakery of his very own. Really. But his friend tended to go on and on about décor and equipment and blah, blah, blah.
Okay, maybe he was a little jealous that Zane was going for his dream while Jesse was stuck trying to decide what to do with the rest of his life. He sure as hell never imagined living in some backwoods town in the middle of the smoky mountains, that was for sure.
Of course that was before his eyes fell on Parker Flemming, God among men. The man’s sleeveless checked shirt was open down the front, showing all those glorious muscles. Jesse nearly swallowed his tongue when Parker stood up to show off his six-pack—no, eight-pack abs.
Suddenly Jesse found himself needing to adjust his cock as it went hard inside his daisy dukes and was trying to show itself. Drool threatened to spill as he drank in every inch of Parker’s rock-hard body, from his brown cowboy boots to thick thighs encased in jeans that fit him like a glove.
There didn’t appear to an ounce of fat anywhere. Jesse’s eyes continued their journey up past firm pecs to Parker’s solid jaw. Firm lips that tilted slightly upward held Jesse’s attention as he imagined that small smile was meant for him.
It wasn’t until his gaze met Parker’s that he realized Parker had been smiling at him. It was like a dream come true. The hot guy was looking at him.
Jesse elbowed Zane to get his attention.
“What?” Zane asked exasperated.
Jesse couldn’t help it if Zane was up on a ladder trying to wash the beams on the ceiling. Who does that? It wasn’t like anyone was going to look up at the ceiling and say, “Look at all that dust. Maybe we shouldn’t eat here.”
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to the man of my dreams?” Disappointed that Parker had already gone back to working on lifting the countertop onto the display case, Jesse didn’t want to blow this opportunity.
“Introduce you to whom?” Zane asked in confusion.
Jesse glared at his friend. “Mr. Hot and Sexy over there.”
The way Zane tilted his head to the side to look at Jesse told him that Zane had already forgotten Jesse was asking about Parker. In the next moment, Zane’s eyes widened before turning toward the man in question. “Jess, I don’t even think Parker’s gay.”
Clearly Jesse couldn’t depend on Zane for help. With a quick look down to make sure his pink tank top was tucked neatly into his daisy dukes, he made a few adjustments. Satisfied he looked his best, Jesse sashayed in his matching pink flip-flops with the rhinestone bedazzle on the straps over to Parker.
When he was halfway across the room, Parker noticed him heading his way. That cute little smile was back as the man watched Jesse walk his way. As he stepped up to all that muscle, Jesse held out his hand, palm down. “Hello, handsome. I’m Jesse, Jesse Grant.”
Parker took his hand without hesitation, brought it to those firm lips, and pressed a kiss onto the back. Heat ignited a fire from that spot racing up his arm and straight down to his groin. His aching dick felt neglected and strained against the zipper to get a kiss too.
Dark brown eyes filled with what Jesse hoped was lust, looked into his own dark eyes. “Parker Flemming. It a pleasure to meet you, Jesse.”
Damn. That deep gruff voice had Jesse’s dick twitching hard to get out of his shorts. “You’re too kind, Sir.”
By the time Jesse was due home, Parker had the table set, with two taper candles glowing. The wine was opened to let it breathe and he’d spread the rose petals to create a path from the front door to the kitchen table. More were laid along the hall to the bedroom where he had more candles ready to be lit as soon as dinner was over.
The scrape of a key in the lock had his heart racing until he was sure it was going to burst out of his chest. When the door opened, the most stunning man he’d ever met walked inside.
Mascaraed eyes widened at the rose petals as they followed the trail to land on the candlelit table. Red shimmering lips parted in surprise as Jesse’s gaze moved to where Parker stood.
Lust flared in those dark eyes, stealing the very breath from Parker’s lungs. He could get lost in Jesse’s eyes. A wicked smiled flashed at him as his dark angel slowly moved toward him.
Each step was deliberately made as legs encased in gold shiny pants tucked into black calf-boots edged in gold held Parker’s attention. He licked his lips as images of those legs wrapped around his waist urging him to fuck that tight ass flashed through his mind. Parker was going to lose his mind and he hadn’t even touched Jesse yet.
“Does this mean the doctor gave you a clean bill of health?” Jesse’s voice was huskier than usual.
Parker loved that his angel was affected by just the thought of sex with him. “Yes.” It was all he could get out as Jesse stopped inches away, licking those deep red lips like he wanted to taste Parker.
Soft hands landed on his chest, fingers kneading his muscles. “What about the kids?” Jesse asked.
“With friends.” His voice was barely more than a whisper as Jesse’s talented hands slid down his abdomen to cup his groin. He gave a low moan as Jesse began to caress him through his pants.
Warring between the need to continue and the need to stick with the plan, Parker’s brain was shorting out. He wanted to give his angel a special night, but he couldn’t deny his body’s need as Jesse continued to drive him out of his mind with those talented hands.
The ding of the oven timer brought him out of his lust-induced fog. Capturing Jesse’s wandering hands in his, Parker took a step back. “I have dinner. Why don’t you take a seat while I bring it to the table.”
Jesse’s hand wrapped around his arm, stopping him in his tracks. “I have a better idea.” That hot body pressed against Parker. “Let’s skip dinner,” Jesse whispered.
Not able to deny this man, Parker stepped into the kitchen and turned off the oven. Without missing a step, he strode back to Jesse and threw his angel over his shoulder. A man could only be tempted so much before his caveman tendencies came shining through.
The sound of Jesse’s laughter bouncing off the wall of the hall told Parker just how much Jesse liked his caveman moves. Wanting to hear more of that laughter, Parker tossed Jesse onto the bed so that he bounced on the mattress. His angel shrieked with laughter until his gaze landed on Parker stripping.
Jesse scrambled off the bed. Not wasting time, he whipped his shirt over his head. Parker’s gaze riveted on rose-hued nipples. His mouth started watering for a taste. Taking the two steps that put him in front of Jesse, Parker bent over to lick one.
The sharp gasp had him smiling, then licking the other. This time he got a low, needy moan for his efforts. Wanting more of those sounds, Parker nipped the flesh with his teeth. Hands suddenly gripped his head and pulled him closer along with another moan.
More than willing to give his lover more, Parker’s mouth sucked in the beading nub. With one hand on Jesse’s upper back and one on his ass, Parker dragged his whole body closer until they were rubbing against each other.
Realizing Jesse hadn’t taken his pants off yet, Parker popped the button and slid the zipper down. A whimper of dismay filled his ears as Parker came off the nipple he’d been laving attention to. When he moved to the other nub, that whimper turned into a whine as Jesse tried to move impossibly closer.
Parker slid his hands into the Jesse’s waistband, pushing the material down only to realize he still had his boots on. “Fuck,” he murmured against Jesse’s chest. Dropping to the floor, he started the arduous process of loosening the ties.
But when the position put him eye level with Jesse’s hard, leaking cock, he couldn’t resist the urge to lick the tip. His angel tasted like heaven. Wanting another taste, Parker forgot about the boots as he wrapped one hand around the base before sucking the tip into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Jesse yelled out. His hips pushed forward trying to get deeper into Parker’s mouth.
Needing to see all that passion, Parker lifted his lashes to stare into Jesse’s eyes. With each second, they seemed to grow impossibly darker, spurring him on to drive Jesse out of his mind with desire.