Daniel’s more scared of his feelings for Richard than being stranded on a tropical island.<br><br>When a business trip goes awry, it leaves Daniel and Richard stranded with more to contend with than just the problem of survival. What’s a man to do when he’s not sure whether to feel more frightened his feelings aren’t reciprocated than the threat of wild animals on the island?<br><br>He might get eaten ... but only if he’s extremely lucky.

Maneater

Irritated him even more a second later when Richard reached to one side for something and handed him a packet of condoms. “Now hurry down there and suck my dick.”


“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Daniel meant to snap out the line, but instead it emerged on a half-strangled breath. Part of him couldn’t accept they lay naked, pressed together with sweat-slicked, water-sprayed skin, as hard as the rock they were lying on, and Richard was still trying to be the fucking boss of him. Believed less that he liked it. Just a little bit. More than a bit. The biggest question presented itself: What was he going to do about it?


“Do as you’re told. Choke on my cock.”


“Oh…fuck.” Daniel seemed to have no control over his body as lust turned his brain to mush. He slithered down Richard’s length. Fine. He would do it, this time. Richard had better not get the idea this was going to the sum of…well, whatever came afterward. He was no one’s toy to be…


Chapter 12