Ellis Parker is a lucky man: he escaped his persecuting family, survived his tour of duty, and met Maxwell Clark in the city of New Amsterdam. Clark showed Ellis more than the ropes: Clark helped Ellis figure out who he is -- a gay submissive with a massive fixation on a beautiful, mysterious ballet dancer named Bryn Rothe. Ellis knows a Good Man when he sees one, and he wants nothing more than to score a first date with Bryn.<br><br>Little does Ellis know that Bryn has a violent past that is crawling out of shallow graves to haunt him. Even his hectic schedule and beloved stage aren’t enough to distract him. It’s impossible for Bryn to figure out how he feels about Ellis with his demons between them, but when Ellis saves Bryn not once but twice, Bryn is forced to admit that there’s something about Ellis that Bryn might not merely want but need.<br><br>Together, they journey to the scene of Bryn’s original crime -- Charles Towne, South Carolina. There they will dig up secrets that might explain Bryn’s tortured life but might also be his -- and Ellis’s -- undoing.

Earthquakes

“Fuck!” Bryn’s voice was shrill and thin. A torrent of breathless sounds flew out of him. His knees spread wider, his feet slid on the floor, and just when Ellis was sure the world could get no better, Bryn yanked on Ellis’s hair. Bryn viciously pulled Ellis off his own dick, taking it in hand. Ellis started to beg or complain or both, but Bryn let go of a low, helpless moan and came right in Ellis’s face.


Shit. Fuck. Hell. Damn. God. Oh. God. Oh…


Ellis reached for himself with his free hand. It only took a handful of strokes to get himself to the brink. Bryn’s cum dripped from Ellis’s nose and chin. He licked at it, tasting it: salt, musk, bitter. “Gonna come,” he warned on autopilot. “Gonna…Fuck. I’m…Oh fuck…”


Chapter 41