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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: Eleven years ago, determined to be the son his father always believed him to be, former wide receiver Jake Fields broke up with his lover and teammate, quarterback Damian Grant, by leaving a note after a passionate night of sex. Now, all these years later, Damian shows up at Jake's father's funeral. After a reunion night of making love, Damian is hoping for a renewed relationship with Jake, but when a woman from Jake's hometown sees them together, a still-closeted Jake panics and leaves Damian with only a note once more. Now, when Jake's small town turns against him and his life goes from bad to worse, he realizes he needs to take a chance with the man he has never stopped loving. Will Damian forgive him or has he moved on from the man who keeps breaking his heart? Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Sports / Athletes / Interracial / Multicultural
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: August 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [80 KB]
Words: 16430
Reading time: 46-65 min.

"4 Nymphs!...I liked this short story because it took Damian and Jake eleven years to get back together, and even though they did, they still had differences to work out and things in each other's past that had to be dealt with, but they made it. I wanted this book to continue. At the end there were no regrets for Jake."--Virgin Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews

"...The author packed a lot into this very short story...I really like Shawn Lane's writing and Jake's and Damian's characters which are well done and three dimensional...I would recommend this book because the writing is very good and you will like the characters..."--Wave, Reviews By Jessewave

"That was surprisingly good," Jake announced after mopping up the last of his second helping.

Damian raised an eyebrow at him. "Why surprising? You always enjoyed my cooking."

The other man shrugged. "I mean for such a simple meal, I guess."

"Hmm. You certainly haven't lost your appetite."

"Are you calling me a hog?" Jake leaned back in his chair.

"Not exactly, but you've always enjoyed a lot of food." He grinned and rose to clear the table.

Jake patted his stomach and sighed.

Damian opened the fridge and removed the jar of fudge he'd bought at the little store near the hotel.

"What's that?"

"I got ice cream and hot fudge for dessert."

"How the heck did you fit all that in there?"

"It wasn't easy," Damian admitted.

"Wow, you really went all out with the food."

He nodded. "I didn't know how long I'd be here, so I wanted to be prepared. I took a few days off from teaching as well."

Jake stood. "Yeah? That's cool. I have some days off, too." He came to stand by the kitchen and suddenly, with his large muscular frame there, the kitchenette seemed even smaller.

Damian inhaled, he couldn't help it. He'd always loved the smell of Jake. He couldn't have explained it under torture, but Jake smelled right. If they'd been wild animals, Damian would have sniffed Jake out as his mate. It was masculine and spicy and just such a turn on.

Before he arrived at the funeral, Damian hadn't been sure the intense attraction he had for Jake would still be so potent. The moment Jake had stepped near him at the graveside, he'd recognized the man's scent. It rocked him. He wanted Jake all over again. So bad he ached. His cock ached right now.

Damian spooned some fudge into a bowl for the microwave, no longer remotely interested in pouring it over ice cream. He set the timer for a few seconds and turned to face Jake.

"We've always been direct with each other, right?"

Jake nodded. "I think so. Why?" The microwave beeped that it had finished.

Damian smiled. "I don't want ice cream for dessert, I want you."

Jake stared, blinked, and then his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "I-um, you do?"

It had always amazed Damian how shy Jake actually was. He'd never realized just how damn appealing he was to others. He figured out Jake was a product of his dickhead father. Jake had no clue how charming and gorgeous and wanted he really was.

Damian pulled Jake into his arms, deliberately pressing his erection against his leg. "It's pretty obvious, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Jake whispered, his blue eyes glazing over with lust, "that's kind of hard to miss."

Damian couldn't wait any longer to taste Jake's lips. He covered the other man's mouth with his. He tasted of coffee and spaghetti and the sweetness that was Jake. Damian threaded his fingers through Jake's hair and pressed even closer. There was no mistaking Jake's arousal, too. He slipped his tongue between their lips, searching for the tastiest tongue ever.

Jake gasped a little, but allowed the entrance. His arms came up to encircle Damian's neck. Hard and demanding, he slanted his lips over Damian's.

The microwave chirped to remind Damian what was inside.

Oh, yeah.

He broke their kiss and indicated the microwave with a flick of his head. "As soon as you're naked, I'm pouring that fudge all over your bare skin."