Greg Chennault has been a golf fanatic since he was a kid. When he was twelve, he managed to sneak onto a local golf course in search of a job -- there he met Trevor Johns, who taught him the sport. Greg caddied for Mr. Johns all throughout his high school years, and still recalls his time with his former employer fondly. His memories of Mr. Johns' young son Junior, four years younger than Greg, aren't quite as rosy. The boy annoyed Greg, and once he stopped caddying for the father, he promptly forgot about the son. Ten years later, Greg works at the Hermitage Country Club, which hosts an annual Mid-Atlantic Gold Tournament each Memorial Day weekend. When Greg notices Mr. Johns' name on the roster of registered guests, he thinks it'd be nice to see the old man again. But the young golfer who takes the JOHNS nametag is hot, sexy, and not at all who Greg expects. Trey Johns was once "Junior," and is now all grown up. His first crush was on Greg, his father's caddy, and when they meet again, he's quick to inform Greg that he's still as smitten as he was before. But Greg has reservations -- he finds it difficult to resolve the memory of a gawky teenage Junior with the confident man Trey has become. Greg's conflicting emotions almost blow the first chance he has with Trey. Will he get another?

Playing the Field: Tee'd Off

Before he can suggest any of that,a hard body leans against his,pinning him to the wall.Greg moans,his lower lip caught between his teeth.“Trey.”


A warm,soft mouth covers his.Strong hands take Greg’s,fingers lacing through his own.Trey’s lips part,opening Greg’s mouth;his tongue licks just inside Greg’s lower lip,along sensitive skin that tingles at his touch.Then he delves in,insistent,as if Greg were another glass of wine to be sipped,savored,and swallowed.Greg moans again,louder this time,and one of Trey’s knees eases between Greg’s own to press against the ache throbbing in the front of his jeans.


“Trey,”Greg tries again,but the word is lost in their kiss.


“I want you,”Trey murmurs.It’s the headiest thing Greg’s heard in a while,more potent than the wine,more seductive than the dinner.He arches his hips and pushes his crotch into Greg’s,their erections singing sweetly together.“In me,tonight.Now.God,I’m all yours.”


Chapter 7