Mason’s more scared of love than he is of the walking dead.<br><br>Mason is facing more than one apocalypse. The darkest hours are those spent alone, when memories surface and the touch of his lost love can make the most erotic of dreams horrifying. He’d rather face danger than recollect how he loved Antonio and what he was prepared to give up for him. He’s never going to fall in love again ... a vow that wavers when he rescues Kyle.<br><br>Although Mason is certain luck had more to do with saving Kyle than anything he did, now he fears something more than the walking dead. He’s afraid giving in to lust may lead to love, if homophobic hatred doesn’t murder them first.

A Not So Hollow Heart

Mason gave himself over to the sheer sensuousness and lewdness of the moment. Sensation centred in his cock, spreading, but, as his lover dipped his head and Mason’s cock sank into heat and wetness, his thought processes slowed. Each time the outsider pulled off and cooler air rushed in to caress and torment him, Mason’s mind splintered. Each lick made him spiral. Every scrape of teeth generated a shiver. Each suck caused him to shudder.


The other man took control. For Mason, who more often took the lead in everything, including his relationships, this was peculiar. He spin-wheeled, tumbled, fell apart under the onslaught. Something in the other’s reaction, when Mason tried to hurry things, said only by letting him have his way would Mason get to come.


Chapter 6