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by KC Kendricks
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Brett Houston triumphed over his life. Raised by an abusive father, he sacrificed his personal happiness to keep the ones he loved safe. Now, ready to make big changes in his life, Brett treats himself to a Caribbean vacation at the exclusive Southern Cross Resort. To his surprise, he ends up at a seaside ball, wearing a G-string and presiding over the festivities as Poseidon, the God of the Sea.
Mark Matthews left behind his hometown, and his first love, in order to put down roots in California. With vacation time to "use or lose," Mark books a holiday on the island of St. Lucia, unaware of the surprise reunion Fate has waiting for him.
Brett cautiously examines the fractured bonds of the past, while questioning the possibility of a future with Mark. It's simpler for Mark--he won't settle for anything less than a future tending to Poseidon's pleasure.
NOTE: Don't miss Netting Neptune and Taming Triton, the other stories about The Southern Cross resort.
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: June 2010
12 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [112 KB]
Reading time: 70-98 min.
"I wouldn't fuck you again, Brett Houston, if you were the last man on the island! I loved you, man, and you just walked away like I was nothing more than dog shit you needed to clean off your shoes."
"You told me you weren't out fucking anyone else. That was a lie, you little twink. You tricked your way across town and back."
Mark ripped off his mask and glared at me. "You were the older know-it-all, the one in too much of a hurry to put on a fucking rubber!"
He had me with the truth on that fact. "You weren't the only one who was younger, Mark."
"And that makes it all better?" He leaned back and blew out a long breath. "Okay, okay. Can we not do this? We haven't seen each other in twenty years, and we're going at it like it's only been twenty minutes."
He had me again, because he was right again. Nothing would be served by sniping back and forth. Seeing him thrust me back to an uneasy era in my life. It was time for me to act like the man I was if I wanted to stay in touch with him from now on, maybe even call him friend.
"I'm sorry, Mark."
He gawked at me, then stuck his pinkie finger in his ear and wiggled it around. "I'm going deaf. I would swear I heard Brett Houston say he was sorry."
"Funny. See me laugh? I mean it, Mark. I'm sorry for a lot of things." But I'm not sorry about those times I had you.
He handed me another meatball. His eyes asked me to accept it as a peace offering.
"I was young, dumb and full of cum, Brett. If it was the wrong thing to do, it came naturally to me. But you know that."
I accepted the meatball, making sure my fingers stroked his as I grasped the toothpick.
"Yeah, I know. And I forgot what it was like to be young and free. I remember it better now, for some reason."
Mark's hand touched my thigh. My whole body tightened, my balls drew up, my cock swelled. I didn't want to react so strongly to him, but I was glad I did. I'd forgotten what it felt like to make love, to touch more than some man's hard dick. I ached to feel alive again. He smiled sadly at me.