Deputy Mark Forrest and Nurse Francis Archer can’t deny the chemistry that arises between them. A chance meeting awakens the idea of something greater than either had ever imagined.<br><br>Mark craves being able to let go, and Francis loves to take him out of his head. But Mark’s past bears a truckload of personal demons that have kept him in the closet and made him lash out at the LGBTQ community in the town he’s come to regard as home.<br><br>Despite finding love and a new purpose in Acker, Francis’s new job might end up being temporary, and he doesn't want to lose the life he's settled into. Can the two of them build a future together despite a bitter past, and diverging paths?

Thirteen

“There you go, gorgeous,” Francis praised. Then he took more of the lube and slipped his fingers—between Mark’s thighs?


“It’s called intercrural sex, Mark. It’s been done forever, historically speaking. Keep your legs together, it’ll be better for me.” Mark obeyed automatically, and as soon as he felt Francis’s cock right under his balls, he flexed his thighs. “Shit, that’s good, baby. Just hang on, okay.”


Then Francis’s hand was around his dick that had found the proceedings very interesting thus far. It took no time at all for Mark to get fully hard in Francis’s grip. He moaned when Francis jabbed his perineum with his cock. How could that feel so good?


And then he began to fuck Mark between the thighs, jerking him off at the same time. He kept the flowing words of praise going and Mark started to float again. He was being taken, used, and that was the best thing he’d felt in… well, ever.


Chapter 9