Want a sneak peak at my debut novella, Seducing Jordan, before it launches on Amazon tomorrow? Here’s the opening scene!
Content warning: This is gay erotic romance and contains strong language.
Jordan Callahan braced against the dashboard, the SUV lurching as Rick Ferguson pulled hard on the steering wheel to navigate around the hairpin curve. His heart slammed into his ribcage and beat double.
His frantic breathing steadied as Rick regained control. “Slow down, shithead.”
Typical Rick, pushing the boundaries until they pushed back. Maybe it hadn’t been a big risk when they were playing on the monkey bars in first grade. These mountain roads were less forgiving.
Rick’s silence and the tightness at the corners of his mouth showed his consternation. Jordan chewed his lip to keep from smiling. He couldn’t stay angry when Rick knew he’d screwed up.
He clenched his fist to hold back the urge to clutch his friend’s hand. The longing washed over him to stroke the tension from Rick’s body, fingers exploring the arcs and angles of solid muscle. He leaned forward, forearms on his thighs to hide the rising bulge in his crotch.
A lump gathered in his throat. Would this be the last weekend he and Rick spent together? College started in two weeks—new places, new people, new priorities. What would happen to their childhood friendship now that they’d grown into adults?
He sat back and gazed over the rolling Pocono Mountains. Green slopes rose above the haze cloaking the valley in the August afternoon. The SUV’s motor chattered, climbing toward the campground. Not like they’d be roughing it—Rick had rented a nice place, he said, for this last trip together before they left for campuses in different states.
The truck pulled into the driveway in front of the cabin, grinding gravel under tires. The cedar siding made the A-frame look like part of the landscape, bushy conifers softening its lines.
He hopped out of the SUV. From the ridge, the campground sprawled below them: tennis courts, hiking trails, a lake for kayaking. Plenty of activities to distract him from the decadent things he wanted to do to Rick’s body. Right?
Rick came and stood by him, patting his back. The warm sensation sent shivers through him.
“What do you think of the view?” Rick asked.
He wasn’t talking just about the scenery. He pretended not to notice the shine in Rick’s brown eyes, or the way the breeze tousled his wavy dark hair. A smile brought Rick’s face to life. He burned to kiss that mouth, to nibble the cleft of his chin.
“Cyn doesn’t mind you going away this weekend?” Jordan asked. Cynthia Darlington, the most popular girl in school, had been Rick’s girlfriend for three years.
“Cyn and I aren’t a couple anymore. I mean, we’re still sort of dating, but we agreed to see other people.”
“And that includes me?”
Rick’s cheeks flushed crimson. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Of course he didn’t. What a fucking stupid thing to say.
Smiling, Rick punched his arm, and Jordan pushed him away. The awkward moment passed. Jordan would have to control himself better this weekend. If he said out loud the things he felt, he could lose Rick forever.