Jaxson Hartfield has very specific desires, and they involve muscular men. Problem is, he hasn’t been able to make any of his relationships last. Thus he’s forty-one and single, but not for lack of trying. So Jaxson buries himself in work and late nights and admires Carter Daniels, the very buff eye-candy at his gym, without any hope for more.<br><br>Carter Daniels is a weightlifter whose biceps and triceps distract Jaxson to the point of tripping over his own feet. And it doesn’t get any better from there. Just a whiff of the man’s sweat turns Jaxson’s brain to mush, making conversation practically impossible.<br><br> Carter knows Jaxson is attracted to him. But getting the man to stop acting like a scared rabbit around him might take a lot of effort. Still, he may be just the muscleman for the job.

For the Love of Muscles

Throughout the afternoon, there were volleyball games and Frisbee tournaments, and it looked as though everyone was having a marvelous time. Which meant it was time for everything to turn to shit, and the man I had avoided like aloe vera Popsicles would show up. At my beach. As a lifeguard.


What the hell? The beach was full of people, and lifeguard chairs dotted the length of it. Naturally, I had to walk by the one where Carter sat in his uniform, just perfect and yummy and…fuck


Our eyes met briefly, and the second his widened in recognition beneath his “Lifeguard” baseball cap, I looked away and sped behind his chair, hoping his job would keep him too busy to try to find me in the crowd.


That seemed to be the case for a while, and I made sure to stay as far away from that section of sand as possible. But then, one of Sam’s kids wanted to get a Popsicle, which meant all the kids wanted one. And the vendor’s cart lay in the vicinity of Carter’s chair, where he still sat.


Chapter 4