The Right Wrong Turn
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by Heidi Champa
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Derek Owen has made a new life for himself in Austin after leaving his hometown of Cedar Bluff years before. In his rush to start over, he left behind his first and only love, Luke McLeod. He's moved up and moved on with a job at an accounting firm and a completely inappropriate relationship with his boss, Ben Dickson.
When Derek and Ben are caught in a compromising position, Derek is sent into exile, ostensibly to do an audit of a ranch near Cedar Bluff that's keen on expansion. Going home means confronting the past, and Luke, who is still living there. Derek soon finds himself tangled up in small-town secrets and lies. And, fighting his old feelings for Luke.
Can Derek figure out the right way forward, or has his life taken one too many wrong turns?
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Western (Modern Day)
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: February 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [169 KB]
Reading time: 111-155 min.
My body inched closer to him and I decided to tell Luke the truth. "All the time. Owning a ranch was your dream. I mean it still is your dream, right?"
"Some dream. Fat lot of good it's done me all these years. Here I am, in exactly the same place you left me. You're on your way, Derek. I'm treading water."
"Don't say that. I'm sure it'll all work out. Besides, I wouldn't say I'm a success. I'm not exactly on the right track at the moment. Sometimes, I have no idea how I got where I am."
Luke squeezed my hand, and a rush of blood shot to my cock. It was my turn to move a few inches; the whole truck creaked as I did. He moved his touch to my knee, and we soon ran out of space between us.
"Luke, I should go inside."
"Don't. Stay a little longer. We could go for a drive or something."
"I have to be up early tomorrow."
"Oh, yeah. What for? I thought you were on a break from all that work stuff."
His hand moved higher, and I didn't stop him. We stared at each other, our faces close enough to do much more. I wanted to kiss him. I couldn't even remember the last time I had; too many years had gone by. Luke licked his lips, and my mouth fell open to let out a sigh.
"Luke, we shouldn't. Right?"
"You're probably right. But how come I really want to?"
I closed my eyes, too tired to fight it anymore. It started with a brush of lips, the two of us getting reacquainted after years apart. His hand moved from my thigh to my shirt and grabbed a handful to keep me close. It didn't take long for us to be carried away; our tongues moved in tandem. The sound of our breath was barely audible over the groan of Luke's old truck.