Aiden leaves the security of his massage studio behind to rush into the woods when he hears Tristan has gone after some gun-carrying idiots from the city. He can’t believe Tristan is willing to risk his life for some stranger.
What will Aiden do if Tristan is killed? He must stop him before it’s too late. He can’t lose Tristan. And neither gun-waving lunatics nor the frost-covered roads surrounding Nortown will keep him from getting his boyfriend to safety.
He’d been having a good time. Aiden had practically died, and Tristan was enjoying this. Something burned in Aiden’s chest; it was bigger than he could name, bigger than he could understand.
“—so I’m out of a ride home.” Tristan smiled and waved at someone behind Aiden.
“What?” Aiden couldn’t piece things together. What ride?
“I came here with Andre, and he’s taking Chris to the health centre.” The giddiness slowly left Tristan. “Are you okay? You look a little pale?”
“No, I died.”
Tristan raised one eyebrow the way he often did, and it only made the burning inside of Aiden grow hotter. “Well, for a dead man you look great.” Heat filled his eyes, making them glow in the dim light of the cabin. He grabbed Aiden’s arm and stepped up close. He smelled of pine trees and fresh sweat, and it made Aiden want to cling to him, but no, damn it!
“Come on, babe. Let’s go home.” The grip on his arm tightened, and Tristan bent to whisper in his ear, “I want to rip your clothes off, throw you on the kitchen table, and bury myself in that perfect arse of yours. I want to hear you moan and beg, want to feel you clench around me as you come.”
Some of the burning heat might have rushed downwards, but… “Are you insane? You can’t just—” The words died on his tongue as he realised Tristan wasn’t listening.
He turned Aiden around and guided him through the door, down the creaking steps, and towards his car.
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