Jason Klein’s living with the fallout from a decision he knew was the right one at the time. He never told anyone about the love of his life, which left him to mourn alone when he found out the man he gave his heart to had been killed in combat. Now, his heart has had time to heal, but he’s not sure he’s ready to let himself move on. Until he meets Cam Morgan…
Without a job lined up following graduation, Cam Morgan took his best friend up on his offer to move to Milwaukee and stay with him until he could get on his feet. The last thing he wanted to do the day after getting to town was go to a party filled with a bunch of jocks. Sure, they were “professional athletes” but Cam was convinced that bigger bank accounts didn’t make them any more accepting of people like him. He certainly didn’t expect to meet Jason, the Mavericks’ catcher who broke every stereotype he’d had.
What started out as one hot, sweaty night together quickly grows into something deeper. Jason welcomes Cam into his home and his life, but now he has to teach the younger man that it’s not a sign of weakness to let people help you.
“You don’t have the first clue what you’re talking about,” he argued. At least my little outburst seemed to have gotten him out of his funk.
I cocked my hip to the side, pursed my lips and glared at him. “Really? Because I can’t think of any other reason that me ‘happening’ as you put it would have you reacting this way.”
Jason didn’t try to argue with me. I backed down at the feral look in his eyes, but not quick enough. He placed his hands on my hips and jerked me closer to him, close enough that I could feel the very prominent erection contained within his baggy shorts. I gasped when his mouth crashed against mine, allowing his tongue to dive into my mouth. I fought to push him away, but that only made him hold me even tighter.
Once I stopped fighting, one hand slid between our bodies, his thumb grazing over my nipple. I moaned into his mouth, knowing I’d need to breathe soon but reluctant to break the kiss. If he had a moment to think about what he was doing, he’d make some bullshit excuse and tell me that this was a mistake.
He tasted like wine and masculinity. My tongue wrestled with his, both fighting to lay claim to the other. Finally, it became impossible to not come up for air. “Wow, that’s not what I expected,” I admitted, brushing my fingers over my swollen lips.
“That makes two of us.” He backed away from me, scrubbing a hand through his already messy brown hair. When he turned back to face me, fear shone in his deep brown eyes. “Cam, I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
My shoulders slumped forward, knowing that this was the beginning of the ‘I don’t know what came over me’ speech. I allowed myself to wallow in defeat for a split-second before standing straighter and stalking toward him. “Look, whether or not you should have done it, you did. That doesn’t mean a damn thing. As I said before, you’re more than welcome to walk away and no one but the two of us will ever know what happened.”
“What if I don’t want to leave?” he asked, shoving his hands into the pockets on his shorts.