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  Keith felt his cheeks grow hot. He quickly took a sip of beer and nodded. “Sure.” Damn! Tom’s eyes were bluer than the summer skies over Pine Bluff and through his tight white t-shirt, Keith saw that he was also built. He wasn’t overtly muscular like some steroid gym freak, but lean and defined. Blond hairs littered Tom’s forearms, and Keith wanted to touch him desperately.

  “Great.” Tom sounded enthused. “We’ll hang out afterwards.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” Keith watched as Tom went back to work serving customers. When the end of the night finally came, anxiety kicked into high gear as he waited around for Tom to close the bar.

  ****

  Jayne considered herself the queen of organization. She folded each article of clothing before placing it inside her suitcase. She decided to head to the lake a day early. Everything was set. She’d already spoken to the guy who managed her property when she wasn’t there. He’d seen to everything, and the house would be ready to go when she got there. She’d yet to meet him. Maxwell something or other had the job before him, but that hadn’t worked out and she switched to this new guy.

  He sounded nice on the phone. She wondered what he looked like. Not that it mattered, but his deep baritone voice was soothing and helpful when she asked him questions about the house.

  Jayne looked down through the list she’d written earlier that day. Pine Bluff did have stores. She wouldn’t bring much other than clothes, toiletries, and her laptop. This trip was all about productivity. She had to stay focused on that alone. Perhaps when this book was finished and turned in she’d be able to take a real vacation. Someplace exotic would suit her fine. Maybe a cruise? A cruise would be more adventuresome.

  After she’d crossed everything off her list, Jayne slipped into bed. It was late, and she wanted to be up early before the morning commute started. The drive to the lake would take almost two hours. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.

  The voice on the other end of the phone line from Pine Bluff floated back into her mind as she lay in the darkness of the room. Jayne tried once again to put a face to him. Her fantasies got the better of her as she thought up sexy scenarios that involved him. Nothing like the stories in her books would ever happen to her in real life. Though it would have been lovely if fantasy wasn’t too far stretched from reality and what she wrote.

  When one hand slipped between her legs, Jayne inhaled deeply. She needed this. She craved relief and so much more.

  ****

  “Tell me more about you.” Tom placed the closed sign in one of the bar’s windows and locked the front door. “I’ve seen you around town.”

  Keith leaned against the bar. He watched as Tom then placed chairs on top of the tables. “Need some help?”

  “I’m good. I won’t be much longer. Once the money is in the safe from the cash I’ll be good to go.”

  His beer buzz had worn off slightly, and he was anxious to see what was going to happen between him and Tom. It was likely that it would all turn to shit like it had with Brent. Was it possible that he has misread the signals that Tom had given him throughout the night?

  “You run your own business, right?” Tom asked.

  “I do,” he answered. “It’s a caretaker gig for the rich city folk who like to keep a house up here around Somerset Lake. It’s a decent living.”

  “A man who’s good with his hands. I like that.” Tom emptied the cash register and headed into the backroom with his night deposit. “I noticed you straight away when you came in here tonight,” he called out.

  “Then I must be something special.” Keith winced a little after he’d said those words. It was all out there now.

  “That’s something I intend to find out.” Tom stood in front of him, and there was that sexy grin again. “Let’s get the fuck outta here. I haven’t been drinking so I’ll drive. Is your place okay?”

  “Sure,” Keith managed to mutter. He swallowed back a nervous lump that had formed in the back of his throat. “My place is fine.”

  ****

  Tom concentrated on the road ahead of them as they drove to Keith’s house. Keith lived a fair distance outside of Pine Bluff, and it wasn’t easy seeing through the stark darkness even with the lights on high beam.

  “It’s the next left,” Keith directed.

  “You must like your privacy living all the way out here.” One would have to. This was the middle of nowhere.

  “It’s good for my business. I’m close to my clients. What brought you to Pine Bluff and how did you manage to snag a job at Lucky’s? Lucky hasn’t hired any new staff in years.”

  “Lucky is in fact my uncle on my mom’s side. I needed a break from life, and it seemed like a good idea to come here. It didn’t hurt that I was offered a job.” Tom didn’t get into the gritty details about what really brought him to Pine Bluff. That was far too personal to share with anyone. Keith came across as being nice enough and he was a total hunk, but was he trustworthy? Some secrets had to be kept exactly that. It was best for everyone. He refused to allow anyone else to be hurt by the actions of his past.

  In the distance, Tom spotted a light. It was Keith’s house. He pulled the truck up in the driveway and after placing it in park, he turned off the engine. Both men got out and headed up the three steps which led to the majestic log structure. He stood off to the side and was rather impressed with the rugged building. He watched as Keith opened the door and motioned for him to follow. “You don’t lock your door?”

  Keith smirked and rolled his eyes. “There’s no need. Who’s going to come all the way out here to rob me? There’s no one around but the critters in the woods.”

  With the door closed behind them, Tom followed Keith into the living room. The house was awesome, but it was obvious that a total bachelor lived there from its masculine décor. It was totally Davey Crockett chic. He fought back a chuckle when he spotted a neon beer sign hung on one wall along with a calendar featuring a naked blond showing her more than ample assets to the world. There was no way in hell that this guy was gay. He was either bisexual or deeply closeted. He himself was bisexual. Most of his relationships had been with women up to this point in his life, but nothing beat having hot sex with a man who could fuck all night long.

  Keith had already taken a seat on a black leather couch, and Tom sat beside him. He shrugged out of his jacket. “Nice place.”

  “Thanks, I like it.” Keith sat back on the couch, and there was a sudden silence. “Listen, I’m not sure what to do. I don’t do this often.”

  “And what exactly are we going to do?” Tom asked. He was intentionally being coy and an overt tease.

  “Good question, I do know one thing.” Keith turned to him and leaned in ever so slightly until their noses touched. The chemistry between them was intense.

  “What’s that?” Tom felt his cock stiffen inside his jeans.

  “I want to fucking kiss you. I have all night.”

  “Then do it. I want you to fucking kiss me. Go ahead and fucking kiss me. You got me hard, man.” He reached over and guided Keith’s hand to his crotch. “Touch me.”

  ****

  Keith felt Tom’s cock throbbing through Tom’s jeans. He squeezed and palmed it as they kissed for the first time. Tom’s lips felt soft and foreign against his. He savored every moment that passed between them. When Tom’s tongue slipped inside his mouth to merge with his own, Keith thought he’d come right there at that very moment. He had to fight the urge. It was hard to maintain control in such a situation. It had been so long since he’d been with a man that he’d nearly forgotten how good it felt. A year or more must have passed since his last encounter. His last hookup had been with a guy in a nearby larger town. They’d met at some small bar known to cater to gay men even though it wasn’t technically labelled as a gay bar. He’d been there for the weekend to get a break from Pine Bluff and to let off some well needed steam. He got that in spades back in his hotel room. The trip had been worth the drive.

  “That
was something,” Tom said, pulling away from him. Tom glanced down at Keith’s erection as it strained to get free from his jeans. “And I do want to see what you’re packing in there.” Tom licked his lips and raised one brow. “Let’s go to your bedroom and get more comfortable, handsome.”

  Inside the bedroom, Keith sat on the edge of the bed. He watched as Tom pulled off his t-shirt. Tom possessed a hot body. He moved in close to Keith and dropped to the floor after he pushed Keith back on the bed. He unzipped Keith’s jeans and smiled when Keith gasped as he took the man’s cock inside his mouth. “Fuck,” he muttered as his breath quickened. His heart felt like it was about to burst forth from his chest. “Oh, man. That feels so good.”

  Tom paused. He gripped Keith’s cock and jacked it as he spoke. “You like that? You’ve got one hell of a hot cock. It’s nice and thick. I love thick cocks.”

  Keith closed his eyes as Tom took his cock in his mouth again. The sensation was incredible. He felt his balls rise and if they didn’t stop he’d come soon.

  “And I think that’s enough,” Tom said, stopping and rising from the floor. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Have you ever fucked a guy before?” he asked.

  Keith had. He’d fucked the dude he picked up at that bar that night. They did it back at the hotel. There was also Steve who had been a fuck buddy of his for three months before that. Steve no longer lived in the area, which was too bad since it had been a great no strings arrangement. It was convenient for them both. Neither of them was out, and they didn’t have any expectations other than getting together to fuck when their schedules permitted it. “Yes,” he replied. “I have.”

  Tom undid his jeans. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside on the floor. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard cock inside my tight ass.” He pushed down his boxer briefs, allowing his erect cock to spring free. “Fuck me, stud.”

  Keith licked his lips. This was the best offer he’d had in a long time. His cock throbbed to no end as he thought about fucking Tom’s cute little ass. Keith pushed up from the bed and pulled Tom to him. Their cocks rubbed together as Keith ground into his newfound lover slowly in a sensuous motion. They kissed again, their tongues playing in each other’s mouth.

  ****

  Tom was the first to climb back on the bed. He let out a heavy sigh when he felt Keith’s weight on top of him. Keith eased his condom-clad cock between Tom’s ass cheeks. There was silence. “How does that feel?” Keith asked.

  “Go slow,” Tom advised. They had used plenty of lube, but this still wasn’t going to be easy for him. It never was, especially since it had been a while since he’d last been fucked. “That’s it, ease that hot cock inside my hole.”

  “Man, you’re fucking tight.” Keith let out a deep grunt as he inched more of his thick cock inside Tom’s ass.

  “Fuck me—now,” Tom ordered. The pain and discomfort that he’d felt had now dissipated. It was replaced with a tingling feeling that Tom knew from experience would turn into fiery hot pleasure. “Go deep. Fuck my hot ass.”

  The feeling from Keith’s cock inside him pressed buttons that he hadn’t known he had. He pushed back as Keith filled him with hard cock. Hot pressure welded through his inner core. There wasn’t any other feeling in the world like getting fucked by a man who knew what he was doing. Keith certainly knew his way around an ass. This was apparent from the way he fervently fucked Tom.

  “Keep doing it like that,” Tom pleaded and begged. He reached between his legs and jacked his own cock in rhythm with his ass pounding. He felt his orgasm catch hold and rise. When he came, he gripped the headboard with one hand while he pumped his cock with the other. “Fuck,” he cried. The word sounded more like a moan. “Fuck me!”

  ****

  Keith held Tom by the hips as he plunged into his asshole again. This was intense, and the air in the room around them hung heavy with the heady scent of their sexual encounter.

  He felt Tom tighten around him, holding his cock like a well-fitted glove. This was more than enough to send him over the edge. He pulled out in time as he exploded across Tom’s cheeks and lower back. It was the perfect ending to an unforeseen night.

  “That was freaking great,” Tom said, rolling onto his side. “You fuck like a champ.”

  “It’s easy when you have a willing partner who knows how to work it.” That was the truth. The best sex always came about when both were really into each other. It was easy to get into Tom in more ways than one. He didn’t know much about him, but maybe this fling would turn out to be something more. The thought wasn’t unappealing.

  “I’ll be in town for a while. I’d like to hook up with you again.” Tom closed his eyes and in less than five minutes he was asleep as soft snores were heard coming from him.

  Could he manage this? Was it safe to get involved with a man in Pine Bluff? The questions ran wild in Keith’s mind. This was still a small town with old fashioned family values. Most wouldn’t understand something like this. If he did choose to continue on with Tom, it would have to stay a secret. The last thing he wanted or needed was trouble.

  Chapter Three

  Jayne pressed down on the gas pedal as she grew closer to Pine Bluff and Somerset Lake. She loved this area, and once or twice she even considered moving up there permanently. It was more of a dream than anything. Her reality was that her life was in the city. It’s where she settled down, and tearing up roots at the point didn’t feel right. She would have to start from scratch again. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to do that.

  Luck was on her side. Jayne’s job afforded her the luxury to be mobile. As long as she had her laptop and access to the Internet, all was well. It felt freeing to have that option even if she’d didn’t take it often enough.

  Growing up had meant a hand-to-mouth existence. Jayne’s mother hadn’t been the nurturing the type. Her grandmother took her in when she was ten, and her father wasn’t in the picture at all. He worked a lot. That was the only thing she really remembered about him. He left them high and dry just before her seventh birthday. Afterwards, they moved around a lot for the next three years. There wasn’t any stability in her life, and friends never fell into the picture. How could she make friends when they moved every three months? It was a nightmarish way to live.

  Jayne’s grandmother, known as Missy to all that knew her, was a large woman, not only in size, but also in personality. She was the one who stepped in to save her. Jayne was thankful for that. Missy became her saving grace. Sadly, she passed away five years ago.

  After the success of her first book, Jayne’s mother contacted her after years of being estranged from one another. She wanted money. Their conversation on the phone had been brief before Jayne took the initiative and hung up on the woman who was still just as self-absorbed as ever. Nothing had changed between them. The toxicity of their relationship was still there as ugly as ever like she’d remembered. All the woman cared about was getting money. When the phone rang the second time, Jayne hadn’t the patience or nerve to answer it.

  Jayne sped past the sign that marked Pine Bluff’s town limits. She’d head to Somerset Lake first and then back to town for supplies. She’d follow that with a quiet dinner and writing. Already, she felt the creative juices flowing. With a rough outline in her head for the rest of the book, it was only a matter of getting it written out.

  ****

  Jayne pulled off the main road, which curled parallel to the lake onto her driveway. She parked the car near the house and stepped out of the car as she admired the fabulous scenery surrounding her. The fresh air alone was worth the trip up here. If there was such thing as heaven on earth, this place would have been the embodiment of it. She stopped to stretch for a minute and fished for the house keys in her bag. She pushed through papers and other odds and ends she thought important enough to carry along with her. “That’s odd,” she said. The keys were not there. She’d always kept the keys on her person. Jayne dropped the open bag on the hood o
f the car and looked again. She pushed things aside and still couldn’t locate them. “Damn it,” she exclaimed. She must have left the keys back in the city.

  She had two options. She could head back to the city to fetch them, which would take forever, or she could locate Keith to get the copies he had for the house. The latter was definitely the better option. Jayne got back in her car and headed back to Pine Bluff, fuming at her own stupidity as she drove.

  Keith’s place wasn’t easy to find, but the man operating the town’s only gas station was helpful with the directions he gave her.

  Jayne knocked on the door first. She hoped she had the right house. She waited, and after getting no answer, she knocked again. It would be her luck for him to not be at home. Maybe he was inside but couldn’t hear her?

  Jayne tried the door, and surprisingly it wasn’t locked. It wasn’t polite to walk into someone’s house unannounced, but she did it anyway. She pushed the door open slowly and peered inside first before she stepped over the threshold. “Mr. Barrington?” she called. No reply.

  This was a total invasion of privacy. Jayne would not have liked it if someone had walked into her house like she was doing. Yet, she felt a small thrill being in this man’s personal space without him knowing. It gave her insight into his life that she wouldn’t have otherwise been privy to. The rough décor around her left a lot to be desired, and she smirked at the neon beer sign hanging on one wall. That was super tacky. The man had to be a bachelor. Jayne stopped and called his name again. Nothing.

  She walked farther into the house. She heard snoring. He was home! The door to the bedroom was easily found. Jayne knocked on it lightly and much to her dismay there was no answer. He was a deep sleeper, but she also needed her key. Jayne went ahead and opened the door slowly.

  In the bed there were two men entwined in each other’s arms. Jayne said nothing as her eyes moved over them. It wasn’t like she’d never been around gay men before, but this was her first time seeing men in bed together. She felt like a total voyeur. It was wrong to come into the house like this. She backed up slowly as to not make her presence known. The plan was to slip back outside without either of them knowing she was ever in there.