At thirty-six, Ian feels done with the world. When a night at a bar goes as poorly as expected, he wants only to return home to be miserable in peace. Instead, he encounters Jordan. Hot, young, and interested, Jordan is everything Ian's ever wanted and nothing he believes himself capable of actually obtaining.<br><br>Jordan has enough going on in his life trying to scrape together a living for himself and his autistic son. When he meets Ian, all he wants is a brief, erotic moment and nothing else.<br><br>But fate throws them together again and again, and Ian finds himself determined to do whatever it takes to give their story a happy ending -- no matter what secrets Jordan's past has waiting for him.

Sonata

“You just going to eyeball me or what?”


“As often and for as long as I can,” Ian told him back.


Jordan’s grin was enough of a reply for Ian. He sought out the tip of Jordan’s cock and the two of them lost themselves in the slippery sensation of lips and tongue, suction and friction until shaking and moaning gave way to explosive, mutual release.


Ian woke up alone on the couch, but not alone in the room. The hushed sounds of cartoon characters babbled in the background. I’m here, he thought. Still. He hadn’t been nudged at godforsaken hours to be rushed from the apartment, or insistently told that he leave the moment they’d got off. That had to be some kind of a good sign.


“Morning, Cole,” Ian said, turning on his side to study both television and child. There was no indication Cole had heard Ian speak, he didn’t turn, his gaze didn’t appear to leave the television set.


Chapter 17