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

I set aside my coffee cup and said, “So, what’s next?”


“Fuck,” I muttered, pressed hard against my front door, which I’d just barely locked before Carter attacked. I was glad I wasn’t wearing a cup, because my hard cock rubbed against his thigh in the best way possible, and one of my legs wrapped around his as we kissed each other like breathing wasn’t a thing.


God, the feel of him. The way his muscles bulged and flexed beneath my hands, the scent of him, drove me mad. I could get off just on that alone, and I was already close.


“You want to come, don’t you?” Carter said against my lips before moving to my neck and sucking up a spectacular mark, no doubt, that would be hard to hide tomorrow. Hell, yeah!


I nodded, suddenly without words as lust overtook my brain and whisked my body to new heights. I spewed in my shorts, uncaring of how much of a slut that made me look. As if that was a bad thing.


Chapter 6