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

As the fingers worked him, he heard the familiar rustle from the condom. Aiden sped up, knowing it would soon be Tristan&rsquo;s cock inside him instead of the fingers. A drop of sweat trickled down his forehead, and Aiden buried his face in the mattress.


&ldquo;Tell me if it&rsquo;s too much, okay?&rdquo;


The blunt head of Tristan&rsquo;s cock against his opening had him tensing for a second, then he pushed against it, wanting it inside him even if he died in the process.


&ldquo;Easy,&rdquo; Tristan hissed and grabbed his hips in a bruising grip. &ldquo;There&rsquo;s no hurry.&rdquo;


Aiden clenched his teeth so Tristan wouldn&rsquo;t know how much the stretch burned. Big palms caressed his back, his buttocks, and down his flanks, but Tristan didn&rsquo;t move and neither did Aiden. Panting, the burn subsided and something much more pleasurable take over. Tristan must have sensed it, too, because he rewarded Aiden with a slow thrust. The thick head slowly slid in and out of him.


Chapter 29