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what Dan s story was, if he was into guys or bi or yet another straight guy willing to fool around, but
suddenly, I didn t care. I was pissed. Why that turned me on, I couldn t fathom. Dan didn t seem to be in
any hurry to move away from me. Quite the contrary. He challenged me with his nearness.
I moved and his gaze went from my mouth to my eyes. Heat curled in my groin. Dan s eyes filled
with interest, and something else. Amusement.
 Don t say a word, I grumbled.
 Who me? The grinning bastard.  I won t say a thing.
I inched forward, scooting close enough to seal myself against him from groin to chest, letting our
bodies align. Waiting to see what he d do. His breath caressed my skin, and the moment drew out long. The
clock ticked in the hall. His smug smile deepened, charming me despite how infuriatingly cocky he was.
Strong thighs pressed into mine, and he waggled his brows like a fool. But he was hardening against my
crotch and& that was a surprise. He found me more than amusing he was attracted to me. Aroused by me.
Or he was into the getting-caught vibe. Maybe a bit of both.
His dick nestled into mine, and his neck flushed a deep, telling red. With the space between us gone,
in the sweltering darkness, I found a reason to lay my mouth on his, gently, finding those lips deliciously
moist and minty. I licked them. His taste was sweet, maybe a hint of nicotine and coffee, but mostly he
tasted of that gum he liked to share.
Dan laughed against my mouth.  You going to do something interesting, Romano? Or just nibble on
me? He thought he was so funny.
 If you d shut up for half a second, I ll show you. I gripped him by the belt with one hand, and
kissed him, my mouth sliding over his, my fingertips digging right into his pants. I tickled the head of his
cock. Why not? I knew what I liked. I figured he liked it too, because he groaned in surprise. His lips
parted, and his hips snuggled back. The big lug. I tongued him wantonly, feeling him give, his mouth
opening wide to welcome me. A tingle ripped down my spine at this unexpected pleasure. He was
delicious. Sliding my hips against his, all thought of Shep and Justin Timberlake and missing clowns
disappeared as I did my very best to wipe that fucking grin off Detective Dan Green s face.
I suckled his tongue, rocking my whole body, working to make him harder. He had a nice, fat dick,
long and broad, his bush wiry and wild. Sticky come pearled up. Yeah. He was right where I wanted him. I
curved my fingers to stroke him in a firm grip that let him know I d jerk him off and he d never forget it,
and he groaned again. Deeper this time.
And then that bastard flipped me over on my back with a fast move, trapping my hand in his pants and
forcing the air from my lungs.  I see where you think this is going, Romano. You re used to leading guys
around by their dicks, right? Like that pussy, McNamara. Guess again.
Holy shit. A blazing mix of shock and lust fried me as he rammed me into the floor, his mouth
stealing the very air from my lungs.
What the tide washes in, the past can sweep away.
Driftwood
© 2010 Harper Fox
All Dr. Tom Penrose wants is his old life back. He s home in Cornwall after a hellish tour of duty in
Afghanistan, but while the village is the same, he isn t. His grip on his control is fragile, and it slips
dangerously when Flynn Summers explodes into his life. The vision in tight neoprene nearly wipes them
both out in a surfing mishap and shatters Tom s lonely peace.
Flynn is a crash-and-burn in progress, one of only two survivors of a devastating rescue helicopter
crash that killed his crew. His carefree charm is merely a cover for the messed-up soul within. The sparks
between him and Tom are the first light he s seen in a long, dark tunnel of self-recrimination, which
includes living in sexual thrall to fellow crash survivor and former co-pilot, Robert.
As their attraction burns through spring and into summer, Tom must confront not only his own
shadows, but Flynn s before the past rises up to swallow his lover whole.
Warning: Contains explicit m/m sex, hot helicopter pilots and skin-tight wetsuits. Also, in true British
tradition, a tiny bit of joystick innuendo.
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