Jay Anderson lives next door to the ruggedly handsome man of his dreams, detective Drake Hanover. He wishes their friendship could turn into more, but there's a problem -- Drake's ex-boyfriend, who has a habit of calling Drake after his breakups. After Drake once again caters to the whims of his ex, Jay about gives up hope Drake will ever see him as anything but the sweet, young twink next door.<br><br>Drake notices the sexy Jay -- who wouldn't? -- but the decade age difference between them and his needy ex keep him from thinking he could ever be more than Jay’s friend.<br><br>When his ex’s behavior gets to be too much even for Drake and the selfish man manages to hurt Jay, Drake realizes his feelings for Jay go far beyond friendship. Now if he could just convince Jay before Jay becomes his ex-neighbor.

Finally His

“Don’t move away from me, Jay.” And then his lips were on Jay’s, plundering them almost savagely, hard and desperate. Scents of the French vanilla coffee wafted up from the mugs next to them, but the coffee was forgotten as Drake slid his tongue between Jay’s plump, soft lips.


Jay’s hands rested on Drake’s arms, his fingers gripping them like he had to hold on for dear life. With a groan, Drake shifted closer, until their bodies lined up, the hard ridges of their cocks rubbing against each other.


Drake’s hands rose to thread through Jay’s silky, blond hair, and he tilted Jay’s head to give him better access to the mouth he couldn’t get enough from. If he couldn’t make himself make sense with words, maybe he could get how he felt across to Jay through his body.


And, God, he wanted Jay. Wanted to be buried in his sweet, round, tight ass. Again and again.


Chapter 21