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

“Who the fuck do you think you are, Whistler? You don’t get to treat me like this, not now, not ever.” I yanked the door open and left him standing there, intent on burying myself in the few remaining tasks before the show began. I willed my cock to soften. I felt frustration rising in me to a breaking point, but my breakdown would have to wait. Shit, he had horrible timing.


By the time the music started, the place was packed—a great problem to have. I’d hired two bartenders to manage the crowd. The new songs were a hit, and the band ran out of CDs to autograph. Coupons for free downloads were given away after that. There were T-shirts and other paraphernalia, too. I avoided Chuck as much as I could, working hard behind the scenes to keep things running smoothly. By the time the evening was over, I was exhausted.


“You need help cleaning up?” Dorian asked, his arm around Laramie as they walked over to where I stood behind the bar, checking supplies.


Chapter 9