Jason has one rule when it comes to holidays -- work his shift behind the bar and then find a willing body to distract himself with. One night is long enough to satisfy his needs and still walk away with his heart intact. It has worked out fine for most of his adult life, but this Easter, he's trying something new. He's leaving the city to visit his friend Aiden, who recently moved in with his boyfriend in the middle of nowhere, but one unfortunate incident leaves Jason without a place to sleep.<br><br>Tom doesn't just not do relationships, he rarely does hook-ups, either, and never too close to home. Living on his own without attachments is easier than having the whole town knowing about him. As the holiday approaches, his lonely house grows even quieter than normal -- at least until his friend Tristan dumps an arrogant bartender in his lap.<br><br>As soon as Jason lays eyes on the gruff lumberjack whose home he'll be sharing, he knows who'll warm his bed for the weekend and help chase away any pending holiday gloom. Too bad Tom doesn't want to get with the program. As much as he wants to let Jason close, he won't risk outing himself for a weekend fling. Will Jason trust Tom not to break his heart if he stays longer than a couple of days? Will Tom value their relationship higher than the town gossip?

The Egg Hunt

“Touch yourself.” Tom’s voice sounded tight, and Jason sensed his control beginning to slip. He fisted his cock awkwardly with his left hand, chasing the hovering explosion right ahead. His balls tightened, and everything inside him clenched and spasmed, a wave set off, came crashing, and then he flew apart. A thousand tiny pieces soared around the bedroom. In some distant place, he heard himself shout. His cock erupted in white-hot jets over his abdomen.


Tom’s rhythm faltered. He bottomed out, thrusting one, two, three more times before he grunted and squeezed his eyes shut. His muscles strained as he bit his lip. Beautiful. Tom’s cock pulsed deep inside and Jason clamped down to keep him there.


Gasping, he clung to Tom, his fingers on his uninjured hand sliding on sweat-coated skin as Tom collapsed heavily on top of him. Between pants, he captured Jason’s mouth in a quick kiss.


“Good?” His cock still twitched inside Jason.


Chapter 38