In the year 2184, the US is divided. Half the country has moved on with the rest of the world, while in middle America, the survivors of the terrorist biological attack that split the country struggle just to stay alive. Though a century has passed, few people brave going behind the borders meant to contain the danger. Even the privatized military is reluctant to do so.<br><br>But that doesn’t stop recently discharged Sullivan Eberle. Only one thing drives him anymore -- the need to find Raphael Hamada. He doesn’t know why. He only knows he must. If that means a lifetime behind the borders, then so be it.<br><br>Rafe Hamada ran away from the real world when he was still a kid. The last thing he wants is to be found, especially by a soldier who can’t even tell him why it was so important to locate him in the first place. He’d like nothing more than for Sullivan to leave, but turning his back on a man alone and friendless is against everything Rafe stands for ...

Penny Candles

Like Sullivan’s naked outline in the dark, their fingers doing more this time than glancing across the other’s. Sullivan had pulled him closer and pressed Rafe’s palm flat to his chest, allowing him to feel the thundering heartbeat just beneath the damp skin. He’d been wet, but not from washing up. The moisture clinging to his magnificent muscles came from within, hot sweat that filled the air with its pungency. Rafe had curled his fingers into the hard flesh, scratching over a peaked nipple. Then, he’d leaned forward to lick some of the delicious perspiration away


He moaned in accompaniment to the sounds replaying in his head. Grasping his cock at the base, Rafe squeezed as he bent his head under the spray, gulping for breath. He shouldn’t jack off. Entertaining any lewd thoughts about Sullivan Eberle would be suicide. He didn’t need to pop a hard-on every time he saw the man.


Chapter 15