Gavin Mitchel has resigned himself to a lonely and unfulfilling love life, but his first meeting with Ryker Hudson is as steamy as it is random, which is precisely the way Ryker likes it. Their second meeting, while equally random, is beyond awkward.
Although a fourteen-year age difference stands in their way, a much larger obstacle is also blocking their path. Together, Ryker and Gavin must find the strength to overcome the roadblocks or bid farewell to their happily ever after.
**This is a male/male romance meant for ages 18+ due to adult language and situations.**
While one of my most talented cast mates worked on my stage makeup, I let my mind wander to a night about a week ago. The guy I hooked up with had been attractive, which was always a plus when you never knew if a Grindr profile picture was truly an honest representation. Messy brown hair, long, lean build. Upon meeting him, I gauged him to be at least ten years older than me. But, we’d been chatting for a couple weeks and he wasn’t so much older than me to creep me out like some of the really old guys who’d hit on me.
We met up for a prerequisite drink at the local coffeehouse so we could check each other out and determine the safety of taking the other somewhere more private for a little action. It’s not as if I whored myself out to any and every interested body, but I did my fair share of random hookups in hopes of finally landing that one perfect love. So far, though, it had all been a bust. Some good sex, some decent conversation, but nothing to write home about. Although, on second thought, it would be pretty entertaining to write home about my sexcapades knowing it would freak my mom the hell out.
Once I’d gotten, and hopefully given, the “not a serial killer” vibe, I let him casually bring up heading back to my place. I knew Asher would be leaving soon, and he wouldn’t blink an eye if I came home with a new stranger in tow.
“I’m not really one to do the random hook up thing,” the man, whom I preferred to think of as only his profile name, said nervously as we parked our cars at my apartment and met at the front stairs.
“That’s okay, I don’t really either,” I said to placate him, knowing the I don’t usually do this line was pretty universal and not usually accurate.
We walked up the stairs and all but slammed into Asher as he was leaving.
“Whoa, sorry man, didn’t know you were coming home so early,” Asher said as he looked over my shoulder to check out my evening entertainment.
‘BamaBoy69 hesitated with a hand at my back before stammering, “Listen, I didn’t mean to cause any problems, I didn’t know you had a partner or anything like that.”
I chuckled and rolled my eyes at Asher as he yanked me into a one-armed embrace and whispered loudly in my ear, “Baby, why you always got to bring hot men home trying to make me jealous? You know I’m the only one for you, why can’t you just love me the way I love you?”
“Knock it off, asshole,” I laughed and slipped from his hold. Looking at my new friend, I shook my head as Asher threw his head back laughing hysterically. “This is my very straight roommate, Asher. Nothing but friendship here.”
‘BamaBoy69 looked all sorts of relieved and Asher just nodded his head as he continued to chuckle. I hoped neither of them wanted me to expound on the introductions, because I felt weird introducing him as ‘BamaBoy69 and even weirder asking him for his first name.
“I’ll be late or not home at all,” Asher said as he swung the door to the apartment open and gestured for us to enter. “You boys be safe and have fun.” He winked at me before making his exit.
A.D. Ellis spends the majority of her days loving and wrangling two school-aged children and a husband before heading to the inner city of Indiana to teach a challenging group of alternative education students in grades third through sixth. Most days she hits the gym after school in hopes of running and lifting away the stress and headaches of the day before picking up her children and squeezing a whole day’s worth of loving and living into the too-short hours before bed. It’s no wonder Ms. Ellis lives for the slower, easier days she gets to enjoy on breaks from school.
Growing up in a small farming town in southern Indiana, A.D. is grateful to her mother for passing along the love of reading. With her nose constantly stuck in a book, Ms. Ellis became accustomed to friends and acquaintances snickering and shaking their heads at her love of reading.
A.D. never dreamed of being anything but a teacher, although there are certain times of the year when she laments her career choice. Ms. Ellis had a story idea floating in her head for about a year. After persistent prodding from a friend, A.D. put pen to paper and began writing her first story in October 2013. From that moment on, she was hooked. Taking the people and stories from her head and sharing them with readers is a scary, exhausting, rewarding, and fulfilling experience which A.D. plans to continue until there are no more stories banging around in her mind.
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