Evan Harper has been sleeping with Chuck Whistler for five months. They've kept it light, just friends with benefits. Unfortunately, Evan knows his feelings run deeper than he’s let on, and he doesn't want to pressure Chuck for more. He cools things off between them and hopes for the best.<br><br>Try as he might, however, Evan can't seem to put thoughts of the lead singer for Caesar’s Flame out of his mind, and things escalate when Chuck forces the issue. They have an argument, and Evan punches Chuck in the face.<br><br>The real problem is Evan hasn’t quite gotten over being betrayed and outed in high school, something that has tainted any relationship he might have had with anyone. But how can he explain that to Chuck? Especially when the man professes his love, in spite of a broken nose?

Let the Song Last Forever

Later that night, Chuck and I ended up in his huge bed, his fat cock up my ass, as usual.


“You have the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked,” he said, groaning as he rotated his hips, then pulled out.


“Happy to oblige,” I huffed, squeezing my legs where they were wrapped around his waist in a python grip. “Less talking, more fucking.”


“Yes, your majesty.” He rammed me, causing me to lose the power of speech as we both worked feverishly toward the breaking point. “Damn it, Evie. You…uh,” was all he said as he spurted into the condom, warming my channel with his cum.


I lost it, the use of his private nickname for me—worlds away from the snide way Stellan had used it in high school—making me powerless against the flood.


“Shit, Chuckie,” I whispered as I arched, hands clasped tightly around his biceps as I let the rush of release sweep me away.


Seconds later, we were both flat on our backs, condom tossed and bodies heaving as we tried to calm our breathing.


Chapter 3