During the days, they were fierce nineteen-year-old rivals in a collegiate golf competition, but at night, their passion sizzled under the sheets. After Team USA won, Rio "River" Vargas returned to his native Spain and Greg Thorenson headed back to his home in the United States. But when Rio didn't respond to a letter he sent, Greg wasn't sure if Rio's silence was because Greg had beaten him for the win or because their affair had been only a four-night-fling.<br><br>Now, professionals at the height of their game, they meet again as competitors in a major tournament in the California desert, where the prize of thousands of dollars is at stake. It's been six silent years since those wild, hot nights as young men. Maybe for Rio that earlier passion had been an experiment, an aberration of who he really is and of whatever Greg may have meant to him. But to Greg, that earlier passion had been something deeper ... he had fallen in love.<br><br>Upon seeing Rio again, Greg is torn between ignoring the past or re-igniting the banked embers of emotion to see where they'll lead. But can he risk it? If Greg opens himself to love, and also wins this tournament, Rio may very well walk out of his life a second time ...

Hole in One

River whispered in Marleena’s ear, but Greg couldn’t hear what was said.


They showered together in a glassed-in stall big enough for six, and Greg saw all of the man whose ass he wanted to penetrate. He was a little heavier than Greg, a more solid build with the firm upper chest, shoulders, and leg muscles of a professional athlete who worked out. Fine dark hairs sprinkled River’s chest and arms and spread down his torso to a dark nest between his hips that hid much of his limp prick, which was now almost all glorious head. Greg turned away, wondering how soft those hairs would feel against his naked body and if River shaved around his manhole. If you were dark-haired and had a lot of hair, it was less painful there if you shaved before fucking.


As soon as Marleena had stepped out of the shower, Greg felt lips on the slope of his neck, and a nip of strong teeth. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, just let the glorious feelings slide through him.


Chapter 7