Daring a snowstorm might not be the smartest thing Aiden Evans has ever done, but he can’t stand being in his flat a moment longer. With only three days to Christmas, he doesn’t want to be alone. He wants a place to belong, wants people around him who won’t look down on him. He might not find that at his mother’s place, but it’s better than being alone in the city. If he can make it there, that is. Tristan Gardner is looking forward to a quiet night in front of the TV, but instead, he has to save an idiot in designer clothes from freezing to death in his forest. Tristan tries not to notice the man’s good looks, just like he has tried not to notice any man’s good looks for the last seven years. He knows where relationships go and is far better off living alone, with his dog, in his cabin. Aiden is driving Tristan mad with his bratty comments and irresponsible ways, and Aiden is going crazy from Tristan’s judgmental attitude. Luckily, in a few days, the weather will clear up, and the two men won’t have to be together any longer. But will a few steamy nights with the grumpy lumberjack change Aiden’s mind about wanting to leave? And will Tristan still want to go back to his peaceful, predictable life without fear of getting his heart broken? Contains the stories “Once in a Snowstorm,” “The Empty Egg,” “Happy Endings,” and “Just Words.”

Aiden and Tristan

&ldquo;Tristan, please. I&rsquo;m dying here.&rdquo;


&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t think you are, darling. Relax, and I&rsquo;ll take care of you.&rdquo;


&ldquo;Relax! Are you out of your goddamn mind?&rdquo;


Maybe…most likely, but right now he didn&rsquo;t care. As the Christmas tunes continued to blast from the TV below, Tristan made himself comfortable between Aiden&rsquo;s legs. He gripped those slender hips—his hands looked big, dark, and hairy next to Aidenirsquo;s smooth skin. He nipped at the bony arch beneath him.


Was that uncertainty? &ldquo;Yeah, perfect. So hot, gonna make you scream.&rdquo;


He flattened his tongue and trailed Aiden&rsquo;s cock from the root to the tip, teasing the slit, before sealing his lips around the pink head. Aiden thrust against Tristan&rsquo;s grip. He allowed him some movement as he sucked him down but couldn&rsquo;t help digging his fingertips into those slender hips.


Chapter 27