M?ns Elemander had A Plan. A researched and well-thought-out one, devised to help him avoid getting lost while foraging for mushrooms in an unfamiliar forest. But his cell phone battery didn’t get the memo, died unexpectedly, and thwarted The Plan, leaving M?ns with a basket full of mushrooms, but no idea where to go. Until the sounds of someone chopping wood reaches him.<br><br>M?ns follows the sound and finds a quaint cabin ... and its owner, Viggo Moberg. Viggo is kind, understanding of the situation, and willing to help. He’s also smoking hot and their connection is instant, threatening to ignite and burn down the woods. Will the sparks burn fast and fizzle out, or will the attraction grow roots, just like the trees in the forest?

They Met in the Woods

Viggo and I stand in silence as Anders gets into the car, starts the engine, and drives away. When all we can hear once again are the sounds of the forest, Viggo turns to me and meets my gaze.


“I’m sorry for taking advantage of you like that,” he says. “I’m a big believer in consent, and I shouldn’t have done that.”


Gawd. Every time he opens his mouth, he makes me swoon.


But his flavor still lingering on my tongue, and my dick still plump enough to push against my fly, make it hard for me to function properly, so I blurt, “What if I hadn’t been gay?”


That earns me a laugh so loud, the crow from before caws back at him. “Honey, you’re not as stealthy checking me out as you think you are. So I know you’re at least bi.”


“Oh. Huh. I thought I was doing a good job hiding it.”


Viggo shakes his head, mirth glittering in his eyes. “You really weren’t.”


“About what? Finding me hot? What a terrible crime!”


Chapter 8