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What You Don't Confess
by KC Kendricks
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Cassidy Barlow, bright and beautiful, is one of Marionville's new breed of movers and shakers. Outspoken on political and social issues, Cass draws a lot of media attention, and knows how to us it. Out and proud, Cass also makes no apologies for who he is, or who he wants--and he wants Dylan Donoghy. The only thing is, from where Cass stands, Dylan seems to be involved with two different men. "Coming out" is the most difficult phrase in Dylan Donoghy's vocabulary. Handsome, successful, and wealthy, he's made it this far in life with only his closest friends knowing he's gay. Dylan, however, has a good reason for that to change--his deepening attraction to Cassidy Barlow. It doesn't come easy, but Dylan takes the few first steps out of the closet, his only choice if he wants to be with Cass, even though he knows Cass has some secrets of his own. Every man has a private past, and an unwritten future. What he won't confess stands between the two... Genres: Gay / Contemporary / BDSM (Light) / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: August 2011
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [124 KB]
Words: 27240
Reading time: 77-108 min.
He leaned back and watched me with those amber eyes. His cool, even regard gave little indication of his thoughts. Cass downed his drink in three fast swallows, then swirled the ice around in the bottom of the empty glass.
"Do you always think everything to death, Dylan?"
"It's a hazard one encounters in middle age."
"I'm not some mistake you'll regret when you're ninety."
I laid my hand on his thigh. The heat of his skin penetrated his jeans and snaked up my arm. "You're right, you know. I won't regret meeting you, whether dinner is all we share, or we become friends, or if we become lovers."
"Or? If? I don't appreciate being jerked around."
"Well, poor little you that I haven't figured this out yet."
Cass's mouth dropped open, then snapped closed. He stared at me, blinked, and stared again. I reveled in private glee because I'd seen him speechless twice in one day, but my amusement was strongly tempered by the knowledge I had him too far off balance. I squeezed his knee.
"Look, Cass. I'm not jerking you around. Getting involved with someone isn't easy for me. I've never been someone who gets a hard-on for a guy and loses my mind until I fuck him. I have to think things through and consider the impact it may have on my life."
He shook his head. "Babe, you've got to start living in the moment and stop living in fear." Cass set his empty glass down on the end table and stood. With angry, disappointed eyes, he met my gaze. A muscle moved in his clenched jaw.
My heart clenched painfully. I knew what he was going to say and I kicked myself for pushing him to it.
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