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

But God, for once, Sullivan wanted to be completely self-indulgent.


Rafe gasped when he curled his fingers around the shaft, his hips locking in the forward momentum. “Okay, maybe I wasn’t ready for more,” he said. “Don’t move yet. Give me a sec.”


Staying still was torture, especially as Rafe chose to distract himself by stroking Sullivan’s length. Circle jerks couldn’t hold a candle to this. Those were about getting the job done. Find the release to better focus. They had nothing to do with a beautiful, brown-eyed man wanting him, or with how much he’d give up for that same man. He needed to close his eyes to keep from flying apart, but he couldn’t tear them away from Rafe, from the way his succulent lips kept sealing and parting as he puffed back air like he was drowning.


Chapter 34