Click on image to enlarge.
|
Taming Triton
by KC Kendricks
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Austin Michaels accepts his brother's standing invitation for a Caribbean vacation at The Southern Cross, his island resort. Some time in the sun is just what he needs to map out a plan for his future. Maybe he'll even meet a hot guy to share a little vacation fling, as long as the man can keep things fun. Steve Guthrie's secret longings have haunted him all his life. It's time to face his questions and find the truth of who he really is. His love of the sea prompts him to take a vacation at a St. Lucia hideaway for relaxation and reflection that develops into a rowdy romp with a handsome tattooed stranger. Now Steve's the student in a high-stakes class of one, and to pass, he has to tame his very own Triton. NOTE: Don't miss Netting Neptune and Poseidon's Pleasure, the other stories about The Southern Cross resort. Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: April 2010
 
16 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [136 KB]
Words: 29675
Reading time: 84-118 min.
"4 Stars!...On a whole, I liked this well-written...book...I recommend Taming Triton to those who read Netting Neptune, are interested in the genre and/or fans of this author."--Aunt Lynn, Reviews By Jessewave
Austin tilted his head and flashed me a sly grin. "Don't you want to be seduced?"
My sphincter twitched, an odd sensation to be sure when all my fantasies had me as the one on top. I wanted to back him up a few steps.
"You're early. I need to get a shower." The massage oil felt great going on, but now my skin needed to breathe again.
His grin widened. "I'll come wash your back."
I put my hands on my hips and stared him down. "You'll go get something to open that bottle later. It won't take me long to get rinsed off."
He set the bottle on the table, opened a drawer, and held up a corkscrew. "They think of everything at the Southern Cross."
"I've known you six hours, and you're not climbing in the shower with me, Austin."
His gaze locked with me, gluing my feet to the floor as he stepped in front of me. "Me thinketh the lad protesteth overmuch."
My heart stuttered, then beat faster. I wondered if he could hear it. "I'm not protesting. I'm taking a shower."
His right hand reached out, coming to rest on my shoulder, briefly, before his fingers slid into my hair. The breeze coming through the open window cooled my heated face and brought the light scent of his aftershave to me. No musk for Austin--the fragrance was clean and icy crisp, like snow.
My knees started to shake as he leaned closer to me. His eyelids fluttered closed as his warm breath caressed my cheek. A drumbeat pounded in my ears, deafening me, as his mouth touched mine.
I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight.
|
)
