Monte’s sporting goods store is teetering on the edge of collapse due to the economic problems. The small conservative eastern California town he chose for his dream project is not welcoming, even though he keeps his gay lifestyle quiet. Then big trouble and a gorgeous package delivery driver fall into his world at the same time. Are they somehow connected?<br><br>Jeff, a special agent for Homeland Security, is working undercover to help bust a contraband and drug operation. Tracks lead to the small town of Cameron Creek, California. Who is the crime ring’s contact at this end? As a delivery driver, Jeff is scoping things out. When he meets Monte, he is smitten at once, but evidence begins to link this new friend to the case. Jeff has every reason not to pursue a relationship, but can he stop himself?

Special Delivery

No question, his cock, and maybe something else, was in the driver’s seat now and he could no more control their demands than he could fly. He’d known in the back of his mind this very thing was a risk, but he’d thought he could suppress it. He’d been wrong.


He grabbed Monte by the shoulders and dragged him close. Monte’s mouth opened in surprise an instant before Jed’s collided with it. Lips and tongues began a frantic duel, reaching and searching, driven by need too urgent to deny. They both clasped and clutched at each other, bodies straining to get closer, stiffening cocks thrusting against the confines of their jeans.


Jed’s conscience still protested. I can’t do this. I’ve got to stop, back off, calm down.


But it was like trying to stop the wind, a flash flood, an implacable force of nature. There was nothing sane and rational about it at all. The power of lust, primal and ravenous, raged through him, its demands too forceful to contain.


Chapter 9