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

Maybe they had come together as the only two gay men in the camp, but he wanted Kyle, and Kyle sure as hell hungered for him. The clasping hands and digging nails and the pleading sounds falling from his mouth spoke eloquently.


“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” Kyle reiterated the litany, rocking his hips, prodding his heels in, fucking himself on Mason’s dick as far as the limited movement allowed, and damn if it wasn’t first-rate to have a man struggling under him. No better way to be reminded of what it was to be alive again.


Mason thrust and licked sweat off Kyle’s skin, Kyle’s supplication falling away on a sigh as the man at last got what he wanted. He didn’t remain silent for long.


“Oh yeah. Just like that. Deeper. Harder.”


Chapter 22