Doren was born with a powerful gift -- a gift he's managed to use to put him well on his way to becoming a star. But there is more to that gift than just musical talent, and as careful as Doren is to hide that fact, there are some who know of the power behind the sound, and all the ways they could abuse it.<br><br>August's goal in life is simple: make an impact in the music industry. An opportunity to work as the personal assistant to Doren seems to be exactly the kind of break he needs to accomplish that goal.<br><br>But all too often in life, simple becomes just another complication, especially when there are people whose goal is even simpler: destroy and dominate.

The Gift

Doren reached for the knob, palm open, holding August’s eyes with his own. “Lock.”


Oh, God, August chuckled out loud when he heard the tumblers fall in place at Doren’s command. It was official. He was a total sucker for cool. And that…was just…so damn cool.


Doren advanced, slowly and methodically undoing his jeans. “Maybe I should lay with you until you fall asleep?” He stopped at the side of the bed to kick off his jeans and pull up his shirt. “You know, tuck you in?”


The air in the room was cool and August shivered when Doren lifted them and stared. “Mm, nice start.” Doren didn’t rest beside him, instead, Doren pulled August’s right leg closer and climbed between both of August’s legs. What had to be seven billion Congo drums started beating in August’s chest. “Do you have any idea,” Doren whispered, brushing his chin over August’s ear, “how hot you sound when you touch yourself?”


Chapter 69