 My snippet this week is from A Barlow Lens, book 2 of Circles.  Wyatt hauled Val from the storage locker. He stopped only long enough to shut and lock the door. When Val took a few steps toward where they’d parked their car Wyatt lunged at him, wound one arm around his waist and shoved Val back. “Stay behind me. Keep quiet,” Wyatt said. He stopped and looked around, taking in every detail. “What the hell is wrong with you? What did Kevin say—?” “Val! I’m serious. Shut up. Kevin Fells is one person on this earth, when he threatens to kill someone, I take him very seriously.” The color dropped from Val’s face. He stood staring at Wyatt. Not speaking and not moving. Wyatt grabbed Val’s hand and yanked. They walked quickly to the car. Wyatt held one hand out, motioning to the back of the car. “Wait there. Stay quiet and don’t move until I say so.” There are more diverse snippets to read in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group.  A Barlow Lens is available in eBook, paperback and
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 Mason grabbed his arm and hauled him up almost at once. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. Keep going.” “Mason, I can’t—” Without warning Mason spun Riece around and shook him. He pointed one finger at Riece and snarled, “You listen to me. ‘I can’t’ is no longer in your vocabulary. You can and you will because I love you and there is no fucking way I’m leaving you here or losing you. I will keep you safe and get you out, but you will not goddamn give up on me.” He gulped in a few deep breaths and ran one hand through his hair. “Riece, we can do this. Now move your ass.” Riece wanted to make a quip about how sexy it was when Mason took control and got all macho like that, but he was too busy trying to keep his footing. He was sure they’d be found and shot in the back before reaching the top. The way down had looked precarious, though short. The way up seemed as if it was ten times the distance and a much steeper incline. Finally Riece reached the top. Mason reached around him and grabbed a sapling with one hand and Riece’s arm with the other. He hauled both of them over the gully’s edge and onto more level ground. Riece flopped on his back, gasping, trying to get control of his shaking body and ragged breathing. Mason grabbed Riece under his armpits and pulled him backward a few feet, then put one hand on Riece’s chest and pressed down gently. “Stay there, stay down.” He crouched beside Riece while he gazed at the gully below. “Do you see them?” Riece asked. Holding one finger to his lips, Mason shook his head. After a minute he stood up and took a few silent steps in the direction they’d last seen the men and woman. Riece turned his head and watched as Mason hunkered close to the ground and leaned over the edge, looking one way, then the other. He stood and moved a few yards farther away. His movements were soundless, and he hunched over as he walked. The landscape here consisted of swaths of tall grass interspersed with small open spots and thick patches of trees. The terrain rolled up and down, the ground peppered with big rocks that made it rugged but not impassible. To Riece it seemed as if they’d been going in circles, but Mason definitely appeared to have a direction and destination in mind. Riece rolled far enough to the side to keep Mason in his line of sight. Twice Mason met his gaze and held a finger to his lips, then motioned for Riece to stay where he was. Riece nodded and smiled when Mason moved one hand up and down his torso, wordlessly telling Riece to breathe. He gave himself a silent pep talk. Mason had come right out and told Riece he loved him. There was no way Riece was going to die and miss this chance to fix his relationship with Mason. Mason waved at Riece to follow him. Riece got up and hurried toward Mason as quietly as possible until Mason waved at the ground. Riece nodded and knelt down at the edge of one of the groups of trees. They continued on that way in short bursts. Their movements kept them within a few yards of each other until Mason was close to where they’d tied the rope to a tree and gone down the side of the gully. He pulled the quick-release knot he’d used to tie the rope off and very slowly and quietly used a hand-over-hand motion to inch the rope back up and coil it around his shoulder. Staying low to the ground, Mason moved quickly back to Riece’s side. Closing his eyes and sighing with relief, Riece reached out, took Mason’s hand, and gave it a squeeze. When he tried to let go, Mason’s grip intensified, and he pulled Riece closer to him and brushed his lips over Riece’s forehead. “We’re going to survive. Both of us. Together. Don’t think anything else, even for a second,” Mason whispered. Riece nodded. “I know.” “Did they take your water purifier?” “No. They searched me and my bag and left me everything except the locator beacon.” Riece studied Mason for a few seconds. “I guess they wanted us to have some supplies to survive longer.” “Yeah. So we could give them a better hunt. No fun if you bag the quarry too soon. It’s not the trophy, it’s the chase,” Mason muttered. “Though I suspect they are regretting letting you keep that camera.” He twisted and pointed back to where he’d retrieved the rope. “Let’s go see if the rest of what we carried here today is still where we left it. Then we’ll head to our base camp. Odds are good they have no idea that exists or where it is. Stay behind me and walk exactly where I walk. Heel down first and roll your foot forward gently to evenly distribute your weight and push down any leaves, twigs, or anything that might make noise. We’ll try to keep to bare dirt when we can. Move slow and take deep, even breaths through your nose.” “Okay,” Riece said. Mason smiled and put his hand on the back of Riece’s head for a few seconds. “I know that’s a lot to process, but you can do it—you’re smart.”  Gone Away is available in eBook, paperback and through Kindle Unlimited.      Brandon felt Raul pull himself out the water before he gripped each of Brandon’s wrists and hovered over him. There was a gentle grip of teeth at the back of Brandon’s neck seconds before Raul’s cock pushed into him while Brandon pushed his ass up and back to meet Raul. It had taken a while for them to get to this point, where Raul could take him while shifted. His knots bulged, much larger than when he was predominantly human. He thrust in with short, intense bursts, the throbbing along Raul’s dick and knots turned Brandon’s brain to mush. His consciousness reeled and Brandon descended further into the sensations, he closed his eyes and his mind lapsed into currents of euphoria. His entire world narrowed down to the intense and rhythmic pulsing from Raul’s body. Brandon bit the cushion to muffle his moans. Raul had him pinned down in such a way there was constant pressure on his cock, but no friction. The need for release made his skin itch from miniscule sparks dancing across his flesh. His breathing reduced to uneven stutters and gasps. Raul’s movements intensified. More of his weight pressed down on Brandon while he gripped Brandon’s wrists tighter. His breathing was harsh pants in Brandon’s ear. Raul’s short thrusts moved both their hips up and down as he pushed closer. His breath hitched, and Brandon felt Raul’s body stiffen and his talons dug into Brandon’s wrist. A long, deep, harsh growl barely preceded Raul’s cock throbbing hot fluid into Brandon. Slowly Raul’s body relaxed, his breathing slowed and evened. Brandon shuddered when Raul’s knots softened, their grip on him diminishing enough Raul’s slick, semi-hard cock slipped partially out and in, continuing to thump against Brandon’s prostrate. It was another few minutes before Raul eased out of Brandon and gently rolled him onto his back. He was spread eagled. His arms and legs felt like wet noodles and though he wasn’t restrained he didn’t have the energy to move them. Between Raul manipulating Brandon’s electrical field to pulse over the flesh of Brandon’s groin and his well-placed, continuously more aggressive touches, Brandon was shooting his load in no time. Brandon’s back arched and he cried out, riding the waves of tremors consuming him. Raul rolled onto his back, stretched beside Brandon and rubbed his knuckles lightly over Brandon’s chest. He pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly then dropped a towel onto Brandon’s belly. “Damn, I feel better.” It was an effort to even muster a chuckle. “Me too,” Brandon said. He finally convinced one arm to move and reached up, taking Raul’s hand. A car coming to a stop in the parking lot followed by a door shutting made Brandon flinch. “It’ll be dawn in an hour or so,” Raul mumbled. “That’s Bonnie coming home. She lives one floor down and works at a hospital. She comes home around three-thirty in the morning.” Brandon turned his head and smiled at Raul. “And you make sure she gets inside safely, don’t you?” Raul shrugged. “I’m a good neighbor.” He sat up and ran one hand through his hair a few times. “We should go inside.” Raul held out one hand to Brandon, helping him climb to his feet. Brandon wrapped the towel around his hips then pulled his sweats on. They collected their belongings and Raul put his jeans on before taking Brandon’s hand leading him to the entrance closest to the stairs. Once back in their apartment Brandon reset all the security cameras to real time feeds. “I don’t know how much longer we can sell this to Bisset. They’re getting frustrated and impatient because every one of their targets washes out,” Raul pointed out. “I’m pretty close to finding Bisset’s partners as well as many of his… clients.” Brandon eased down onto a chair at the dining table. “I just have—” “To go get more rest.” Raul stood behind him and rested a hand on each of Brandon’s shoulders. “We aren’t expected back until later in the afternoon. Get a couple more hours sleep, then you’ll get more done and faster.” Brandon nodded. He took a shower, feeling exhausted again by the time he was done. He went to Raul’s room even though Raul hadn’t offered to share his bed. Brandon had come to learn that it wasn’t necessary. Just as he’d come to always welcome Raul into his own bed. Physically and mentally spent, Brandon slipped under the sheet and pressed close to Raul, knowing he was able to recover in complete safety. Scintilla is available in eBook, paperback and through Kindle Unlimited.    NEW RELEASE 
Book Title: Nothing but the Night (Basic Instincts Book 2) Author: Thom Collins Publisher: Entwined Publishing Cover Artist: Kelly Martin Release Date: April 8, 2025 POV/Tense: third person/past tense Genres: Contemporary MM Romance, mystery/suspense/thriller Tropes: detective, murder mystery, crime, erotic romance, suspense Themes: family, secrets, sex work Heat Rating: 4 flames Length: 64 958 words/253 pages It is a standalone story that is part of a wider series. It does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links 
Be careful what you look for in the night. Blurb Three months after the death of his brother, Marc Glass faces a whole new dilemma. A tabloid journalist has made a connection between Theo and a prominent politician. Theo’s death might not be all it seems. Marc knew all about his brother’s secret sex work, but it’s a scandal that would destroy his family, who have already suffered enough. Private Detective Jason Durham might be the answer. Marc enlists Jason’s agency to look into Theo’s unsolved murder. The police investigation is dead, but if they can solve the case on their own, they could head off the potentially damaging story. Marc isn’t sure who he can trust with the details of Theo’s life, but Jason seems like the man. As secrets are uncovered, Marc and Jason must fight their attraction to each other, but when their prime witness is murdered, they are suddenly caught in a web of mystery and increasing danger. As the nights grow darker, will either of them make it until morning? Excerpt Marc saw him fully for the first time and was startled. At forty-four, it had been a long time since he’d been instantly affected by the physical appearance of a man, but Jason was stunning. It was his large, expressive eyes that first drew him in. They were a pale shade, somewhere between green and blue, and they gave a boyish quality to his masculine face. His dark-blond hair was swept to the right, short at the back and sides with a little length on top. He had a well-trimmed beard, brown and seasoned with flecks of grey. His mouth was wide. Marc had the most insane urge to kiss it. When he smiled, he revealed a small gap between his two front teeth, which only made him even sexier. The body beneath his clothes was fit. More athletic than muscled, and there was an almost military bearing about his posture, with his shoulders back and his chest held proudly. Jason sat and leaned across the file on his desk, looking at the notes, granting Marc a peek down the open neck of his shirt, and a tantalising hint of chest hair. Get hold of yourself. Remember the reason you are here. “So, this is about your brother?” Jason said, reading the file. Marc had given the briefest summary of his case to Olivia when he’d called to make the appointment yesterday. “Yes, but it’s probably not what you’re thinking. My brother isn’t missing or anything like what you’re used to dealing with.” Jason looked at him with wide, reassuring eyes. “There’s no such thing as a usual case in this business. Why don’t you start at the beginning and tell me what the problem is.” Marc sighed. The beginning. He didn’t even know where that was. “Theo died in December. Down on the waterfront by the Vermont Hotel? You probably heard about it. He was killed by a car as he crossed the road in front of the hotel. Some of the witnesses say the car drove straight at him, but the police were never convinced.” Jason pushed the file to one side. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Yes, I remember it. There must have been CCTV coverage. There are cameras all along the waterfront. And at the hotel too.” “There are, but it’s inconclusive whether the car changed course to hit him or not. The resolution of the images isn’t great. I must have watched it a million times and even I can’t decide on what I’m seeing.” “I take it the driver was never caught. Do you want me to investigate further? See if I can track them down?” Marc shook his head. “That’s not why I’m here. It’s more…complicated than that. The car was discovered burned out a few miles away. It was stolen and they never found the driver. Have you heard of Nadine Smythe? The journalist.” Was that a tiny twitch at the corner of Jason’s mouth? Jason nodded. “Of course. Blyham’s finest.” There was no mistaking the sarcasm in his tone. “She came to visit me yesterday. She’s conducting her own investigation into Theo’s death… Theo’s murder.” 
About the Author Thom Collins is the author of the Jagged Shores series and the Anthem Trilogy as well as numerous standalone novels and novellas. His new series Basic Instincts launches in spring 2025 with the novel Now Comes the Dark. Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age, but in 2013 he realized cruising is the best way to see the world. Check out his website for news updates and a free ebook The Night. Social Media Links Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Newsletter Sign-up 
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My snippet this week is from Whiskey and Moonshine.  There were several stops, more people got in, and Colt was pushed even more tightly against Mal. The heat from Mal’s body warmed him even as Mal caught his breath every now and then in response to Colt’s closeness. The next time the door opened with a ding, Mal reached over Colt’s shoulder and pointed to the lobby. “I think this is our stop.” Mal’s voice was low, husky, and sexy. He spoke into Colt’s ear, and his breath gliding across Colt’s cheek made him shiver a little. Colt nodded once and stepped out of the elevator. There are more snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. Whiskey and Moonshine is available in eBook, paperback, audiobook
and through Kindle Unlimited. “Security cameras.” Lucas was moving across the room to a computer. “Here’s the feed.” Lucas pointed at the monitor. “Who?” Blair and Forge shadowed Lucas and looked over his shoulder. There was a clear image of people walking along the sidewalk, some going up to the front of the building, others passing by. The outside door appeared to open and close on its own. Lucas nodded at it and said, “That must be Blair. Where’s the guy?” he asked, turning to look at Blair and Forge. “He’s not there. I swear to you, a man followed me. While I was waiting for you, I could see him out on the sidewalk,” Blair blurted. “He got close enough to me I could do what you told me to do, I listened to his body. I could hear something moving inside him, but he wasn’t giving off any heat or smell. He was a little taller than me, lighter red hair, glasses. He was trying to look geeky, but it was fake.” “How’d you know?” Lucas asked. “He asked me about smartphones in the store.” “Could have been a ploy to talk directly to you,” Lucas said. Forge nodded, leaned against the desk and stared at the monitor. “Apparently, we have something that can hide from a camera or doesn’t show up on one, but isn’t a vampire.” “You believe me?” That surprised Forge. “Of course, I believe you.” “Why do I have the ‘we’re screwed’ feeling?” Lucas asked. “There was another murder. Lucas and I had just gotten back from checking things out when you arrived. This time the victim was a werewolf. An adult male werewolf, and either he had changed or was in the process of changing when he was killed. Do you have any idea what sort of force is needed to bring one of those guys down?” Forge asked. Blair shook his head. “I never thought about it.” “Think about it,” Forge said. “A werewolf in full form is one of the most powerful creatures around.” Blair’s gaze shifted to Lucas for a second, then back to him. “They’re not all as sweet and friendly as Lucas, and I sure as hell wouldn’t want to go up against one.” Blair’s shock cooled the heat rising between Forge’s legs. “Does that mean whatever this guy is, he’s not afraid of werewolves?” “Worse,” Lucas said. “I don’t think he knew what he was tangling with.” He picked up a tablet and turned it so Forge and Blair could see the screen. “I’m still waiting for Anita’s report, but so far, besides the Xylazine, I found something else. And I have to say, it’s pretty disturbing.” “That’s sort of scary,” Blair said. Forge was inclined to agree.  Electric Candle is available in eBook, paperback and through Kindle Unlimited.      Declan noticed right away Kruger’s heartrate notched up at the mention of the Qiguan and he didn’t ask for an explanation of what the Qiguan was. The sound of a saw cut short their conversation. Declan leaned one arm on the glass and watched Jonas and Lucas. While Jonas steadied the body, Lucas sawed through the top of the skull. Once he was finished Declan expected Lucas to extract the organ and he braced for the round of smartass remarks he knew would follow. Instead, Jonas snatched the saw from Lucas and threw it behind him. When he shoved against Lucas’s shoulder in an obvious attempt to move him away from the body, Lucas latched onto Jonas’s arm and jerked him back, pulling him farther from the body. “Shit,” Declan hissed. He had only taken a few steps toward the door when an alarm sounded, lights flashed, and a series of locks snapped into place. The yellowish glop that had oozed from Sauer’s body was bubbling from his skull. There was no brain left, it was a yellow, gelatinous moving pile of—Declan wasn’t sure what. It flowed from the body and dropped to the floor looking almost as if it had legs. The yellow goo rolled over itself in a sort of tidal wave and crossed the floor. “That crap is following them!” Utter panic surged through Declan. The two people he loved most in this world were trapped in that room. He backed up and got as much of a running start as he could. “No!” Lucas and Kruger shouted at the same time. Declan barely had time to glimpse Lucas with both hands held out in front of him, while Jonas dragged him back farther. He leapt at the glass wall but never made contact. Kruger barreled into him, knocking him away from the wall and to the floor. “Get out of there!” Blair shrieked in Declan’s earbud. Kruger hit a button near the door and shouted into the intercom. “You have ten seconds! The sample locker!” “Why the hell did you stop me?” Declan shouted. Kruger pointed to the room. “If you’d broken through the glass this entire section would be incinerated and possibly flooded.” Lucas nodded and morphed enough into his werewolf form that his hazmat suit strained but didn’t tear. “Lucas, we’ve got to—” “Forge! Shut it and move,” Lucas bellowed, picked Jonas up and flung him at the steel doors along the back of the autopsy lab. Jonas bounced off the door and hit the floor. Lucas ran to him and yanked him to his feet. He jerked open the closest locker, grabbed everything in it with his other hand and threw it to the floor then pushed Jonas inside. He dove in after Jonas and slammed the door shut behind them. Declan watched in horror as the entire room was set ablaze when flames shot out of the ceiling. Declan jumped back and Kruger pushed him even farther back. “They’re…they….” Declan pointed to the room. “Will be fine in the sample lockers. You have no reason to, but trust me,” Kruger said. The flames were white and blue, telling Declan how incredibly hot they were. A few short minutes later the flames subsided and a whoosh told Declan the room was being cleared of air. There was nothing left of the body or the yellow glop but ashes that were then doused in what looked like a frozen slushy. “Now.” Kruger ran at the door. Declan heard the locks release and they charged through. Slipping and sliding Declan ran at top speed to the lockers. “Lucas!” He took hold of the handle. “Jonas.” He broke the handle off, and the door swung open. Lucas and Jonas were crammed into a space barely large enough for one of them, let alone both of them. They were wrapped around one another, and Jonas’s face mask was shattered. “I hate this fucking place,” Jonas growled and guided Lucas out of the locker. He was a step behind when Declan grabbed them both in a hug. Lucas pressed closer and whispered, “We’re okay thanks to Kruger’s fast thinking.” Declan let go and turned to Kruger. All he could do was nod and swallow down the enormous lump in his throat. Jonas took off his ruined hazmat hood and threw it to the ground. “No one come down here just yet. We’re fine. Kai, Ori, burn every single body.” “Forge, I need—” Lucas began but stopped when Declan shook his head and gripped Lucas’s arm. “We’ll simply have to find another way, Lucas. None of those bodies are safe and they need to be destroyed. Now.” Jonas stalked toward the door. “You still have the biochips and the data from the drives and the equations we’ll have soon.” Declan looked at Kruger, expecting him to back Lucas up but instead he said, “Your friend is right. It’s time to begin destroying what we can.”  Endosymbiont is available in eBook and through Kindle Unlimited    My snippet this week is from Scintilla.  A werewolf was a hunter. A centaur, like all hooved animals, were prey. Big, strong, obnoxious prey that probably wouldn’t make a good meal, but prey, nonetheless. Raul didn’t consider himself a bigoted person, but he’d never met a centaur he liked. Fortunately, Raul was bulked up due to his partial shift to werewolf or the blow would’ve broken his leg. It still knocked him back and hurt like hell. “Fucking centaur.” The centaur rolled one way and Raul the other. Raul rubbed his thigh and ignored the pain as he scrambled to his feet. Stumbling over his first few strides, he charged after the centaur and the chase was on. There are many more snippets to read in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. Scintilla is available in eBook, paperback and through Kindle Unlimited.
Forge looked over at him, then patted his knee. “Lucas, that man, Grier, is a bad man. Focus on that fact. You two stay behind me and do not go down there unless I tell you to.” They watched in silence as Declan took a few items from the Jeep and went back to the lawn chair, where he sat staring at Grier for a minute. Grier was fully human again, naked, and still chained to the bunker wall. It was clear Declan’s earlier tactics had worked. Every time Declan moved, Grier flinched away from him. He shuffled from side to side, but the chains kept him from going more than a foot in any direction. Declan held up a purple flower and turned it between his thumb and forefinger. “Lovely, isn’t it?” Grier said nothing, but his gaze darted to the line of dust on the ground in front of him. A second later he focused on Declan again. “You know what this is, don’t you? It’s so pretty and so incredibly deadly to you.” Declan stood and picked up a grocery bag from under a chair. He took several large bottles of water out and walked closer. One at a time, he placed the bottles in a row so they almost touched the line of dust. There were five in all. Declan backed away a few steps and held the flower up again. “You’ll probably be astounded at the detailed information I’ve gathered about werewolves. It’s amazing what you pick up after a century or two.” He poked at one of the bottles with his toe, nudging it closer to the dust. “For instance, I know that after a full-moon shift, you’re incredibly thirsty. So much so you’ll do anything for water. As a matter of fact, if you don’t get enough water within a few hours, your body will begin to severely dehydrate.” Grier licked his lips, gaze shifting between the water and Declan. “What do you want?” Grier said in a shaky voice. “Tell me about Bronwen Martell and Henry Vaughn.” “Fuck off,” Grier snapped. Declan heaved a long-suffering sigh and said, “It’s a simple request. However, I have to admit I expected your answer. Let me tell you a few things. I know you have been involved somehow in a string of freshwater vessels being sunk. I also know that those vessels often carried children and people on vacation. Innocent people who died.” “Collateral damages,” Grier growled.  Code Name Jack Rabbit is available in eBook, paperback and through Kindle Unlimited.   Colt held up one finger and grinned. “A skill you did promise to teach me, and you are the best.” “Oh geez.” Mal rolled his eyes and shook his head, but it was clear he liked Colt’s admiration. “I did indeed. We’ll need some downtime for that, and you’re getting quite popular. Have you seen the list of requests Audrey has?” “No. She offered to show me, but honestly, I’d rather not know so I can concentrate on the ‘assignments’ she gives me. I do have a confession, however.” Colt ran one hand through his bangs and ducked his head a bit. “I hope you’re not angry.” “Maybe you should confess, then let me decide?” Colt made a face, then admitted, “I like the moonshine better than the whiskey. Especially all the wild berry flavors.” “Well, then, that’s what you’ll learn first. I think it’s important to have a passion and genuine love of what you make. It’s the most important ingredient. I need an assistant distiller in training. Who knows, maybe if you stick around long enough, you’ll take over the moonshine line.” Mal bumped Colt’s elbow with his own and teased, “But don’t get cocky about it.” He stood, offered Colt his hand, and pulled him to his feet. “Time we should get back and be on the road.” “Oh, Mr. Grice will love that part about the moonshine,” Colt grumbled. He rested his hand on Mal’s shoulder when Mal put his free hand on Colt’s hip. Mal sighed. “Yeah, about Jeffery. He and some other members of the board are concerned about our relationship.” “What does that mean?” Colt dropped his hands to his sides. “It means people forget I’m a person, not simply a company. Negotiating the parts of my life that are private and the parts that are business can be like playing hopscotch in a damn minefield.” “I’m not doing anything wrong.” Colt tried not to sound terse but didn’t succeed. “No, you’re not. Neither am I. That’s the point,” Mal said. “You let me worry about Jeffery. He was probably born a grumpy old man, he’s still a grumpy old man, and someday he’ll be a really old grumpy old man. But he’s very good at his job.” He smirked. “However, so am I.” He leaned forward and pecked Colt’s cheek, clearly seeking forgiveness. They stood there for another minute, silently looking at each other. Colt’s cock swelled enough to be uncomfortable inside his pants. His cheeks warmed, and he glanced away. “We… should….” He jerked the thumb of his free hand over his shoulder. Mal let go of him slowly and nodded. “We should.” When he stepped away, Colt looked down out of reflex. Mal’s pants were a tad tight as well. They walked back to the house in silence, though every few steps their hands brushed together or their shoulders bumped. Colt realized Mal was the first person he’d been so comfortable around in maybe his entire life.    |
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