Bobby Gagnon came back to town in the hopes of starting over. He’s got his kids and his accounting business, but he wants more. One look at the hot guy sharing the running trail with him is enough to stoke Bobby’s fire. He wants to hook up with the sexy runner, but he doesn’t even know the guy’s name. Will the man even want to be with a single father?
Remy Bard never considered himself a kid person or parent material. He’s happy with his job at the Cedarwood Tribune, but it’s not enough. Something’s always been missing in his life. He keeps seeing the same guy at the park—tall, dark, handsome and hot as hell in those running shorts. Although he’s shy, Remy isn’t about to let this guy get away without at least one night together.
These opposites certainly attract, but will their differences be enough to keep them apart or will they find a way to come together in Cedarwood?
“Kind of. It’s nice to see you close up, rather than running past you at full blast.” He brushed his nose along Bobby’s cheek. “I’ve been dying to talk to you since I first saw you.”
“I don’t bite.” Bobby turned Remy around until he faced the fence, then eased behind him. He wrapped both arms around Remy’s waist and rested his chin on Remy’s shoulder. His breath tickled Remy’s ear. “No, I do bite, but only if you want me to.”
Remy groaned. When Bobby spoke, he rubbed the bulge in his jeans along Remy’s ass. The man packed the goods, and Remy wanted to unwrap his present. He threaded his fingers around Bobby’s and ground his butt into Bobby’s groin. Hell, yes, he wanted that dick in his hole tonight.
“You don’t hold back, do you?” Bobby asked. He nipped Remy’s earlobe. “Want me that much?”
“Uh-huh.” He’d rather skip out on the fireworks and make some of their own. “My car’s not too far away.”
“Neither is mine.” He scraped his teeth along the side of Remy’s neck. “You taste as good as you look.”
He paused. He looked good? “Nah.” He knew better. “I’m no one special.”
“Right.” Bobby groaned. “Don’t want to fuck in the car.”
“Me, either.” He managed to turn around in Bobby’s embrace. “My apartment isn’t far away.”
“I’ll follow you.” Bobby let go of Remy long enough to grasp his hand, then made his way across the lot to the cars. “Where am I going?”
“The Deer Crossing apartments. I’m in the strip of apartments facing away from the road.” He stopped at his car. “This is mine.”
“Nice.” Fire lit in Bobby’s eyes. He pinned Remy to the back bumper of the vehicle and mashed his mouth down on Remy’s. When Remy gasped, Bobby swallowed the sound.
Remy draped his arms around Bobby’s neck. Things had moved rather fast, but he didn’t regret a moment. He liked men with the in-charge look like Bobby wore, and he couldn’t wait to get to the apartment. Hell, he couldn’t believe a handsome man like Bobby was even there with him, much less kissing him in public.
Bobby broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Remy’s. “You’re deep in thought. Either I’m a shitty kisser or I’m not keeping your attention.”
“You’re all I’m thinking about,” he confessed. “I’m not sure why you picked me, but I love it.”
“You’re hard on yourself.” Bobby released his grasp on Remy. “You should stop. You’re creasing your brow too much.”
He rubbed the patch of skin between his eyebrows. Sure enough, he’d etched worry lines there. “Sorry.”
“Take me home, handsome.” Bobby swatted Remy’s hip, then started away. “I’m following you.”
“Good deal.” He managed to climb behind the wheel of his car but didn’t turn on the engine right away. He needed another moment to think. Bobby, the man he’d fantasized about, was following him home. Fucking hell yeah. He backed out of the parking spot and headed out of the lot. He glanced in his mirror. Sure enough, Bobby, in a black sedan, was behind him. His hands shook as he drove the eight blocks to his apartment complex. He stopped in his allotted spot, then waited for Bobby to park.
“I looked at these apartments, but there wasn’t one available.” Bobby joined Remy by his car. “Nice, though.” He slipped his hand into Remy’s pocket. “What’s this?” He pulled out the notebook.
“I’m a journalist.” He reached for the notebook but didn’t fight Bobby. “I write for TheCedarwood Tribune. I’m supposed to do a piece on the festival, along with a few softball games and other sports.”
“You’re into sports?” Bobby handed over the notebook.
“Not really, but it meant keeping my job, so I’m sucking it up.”
“I like suck-ups.” Bobby dropped his voice an octave. “Do you?”
“Uh-huh.” He nodded to the path. “I’m up here.” He started away from the lot, but Bobby grabbed his hand.
“I like to walk with my date.” Bobby threw his arm around Remy’s shoulders again. “I’m a touchy kind of guy.”
About the Author: I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance all feature prominently in my books. I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!
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