Noah Riggins thought his troubles were over and he’d live happily ever after with Charlie Banks, but lately their domestic bliss has been anything but blissful. Charlie’s shutting down and shutting Noah out, refusing to even consider getting help.<br><br>When Charlie suggests a separation, Is this really the end?

Pulling Apart

The embossed card read Dr. George Palmer, M.D., Board Certified Psychiatrist.He’d bring it with him when he talked to Noah.


“This place is so cool,” Carl shouted over the pounding dance music at Buddy’s in West Hollywood. He was enthusiastically gyrating across from Noah on the dance floor. Noah’s movements were somewhat less enthusiastic.


“Yeah, it’s been here for years. Very popular.”


He’d actually called Kevin and asked him if he wanted to go to Buddy’s with him and Carl.


“Oh, of course I want to go,” Kevin had said and then laughed. “However, Michael wants me not to go. So, go ahead and have fun without me.”


And so here he was. Feeling a little funny that he was here with Carl. The kid was attractive—sexy as hell actually—and every time his ass bumped into Noah’s hip his cock got a little harder.


Chapter 7