Cameron has built a good life for himself despite his rough start. He can’t trust enough for romance, but he’s okay with that. He’s got good money coming in as a graphic designer and just inherited a duplex in Plymouth from his estranged grandfather, so he doesn’t have to worry about keeping a roof over his head. He likes his tenants, he has friends, and he’s content with that.<br><br>When two guys claiming to be paranormal investigators show up on his doorstep tell him the tenants contacted them about “phenomena” in the house, he knows they’re con men right away. For one thing, they claim he was the tenant. He sends them packing. It doesn’t matter that one of the con artists is the hottest guy Cameron has seen in years -- if anything, that just makes Cameron more suspicious.<br><br>Then things go wrong in the house, things he can’t shrug off or ignore. The past Cameron has worked so hard to leave behind is coming for him, and it’s angry.

Rites of Spring

Cameron kissed him again and trailed his fingers down his lover’s chest. Jason moaned when Cameron’s fingers brushed against his nipples, so Cameron concentrated on that. He hadn’t thought he’d get to have this again. They’d both let their own insecurities and egos get in the way, and then of course Cameron had been about to die. Every touch, every sigh, every groan of pleasure was a gift for him.


Cameron was still hurt, Jason hadn’t been wrong to point that out. He couldn’t be as athletic as he usually preferred, but that was okay. They had all the time in the world to make out and explore, building to a slow heat instead of setting the world on fire right away. Jason kept a careful eye on his reactions and pulled back if he thought Cameron was in any pain, taking things very slow and steady as they licked and nibbled and sucked.


Jason peeled their underwear off, and Cameron reached for him. Jason pulled back. “I really don’t want to hurt you, Cam,” he said, biting his lip.


Chapter 76