Sully's Heart

Blurb

Sexy rock star Luke Cantrell has everything going for him. He parties hard and has no shortage of bed patners. Except he can't have the one thing he truly wants. The bad boy of Texas and the golden-haired son of an affluent rancher. Friends for life, but Luke always yearned for more than friendship. Will the truth destroy their relationship or will it give them both something they passionately desire but were afraid to reveal? Will Sully understand if Luke finally tells him the truth? Or will Luke lose his friendship forever? It's a gamble he finally has to take.

Excerpt

No one had ever seen inside Luke that fast or that deep. And then the paddle struck again. And again.

"All right. I can't tell anyone. It could ruin my career."

Silas let his hair go and placed a hand beneath his jaw, forcing him to look him in the face. "But you're here," he said softly, "because you want someone to pull you out into the open." He narrowed his eyes and Luke held his breath. He reached down and pinched his nipples. Luke gasped at the sensation. Then he leaned down and kissed him on the mouth, driving his tongue inside, and Luke felt himself fold beneath the hot, demanding mouth.

Then Silas lifted away and reached down to enclose his cock. "I think you've reached a point where you have to turn around and face what you are and the rest of the world be damned. Because it seems to me you're trying to commit suicide, slowly and painfully. What are you trying to forget? Or maybe it's who?"

Too many sensations struck him all at once. Pleasure. Pain. The ache of wanting someone he couldn't have. Coming here wasn't going to make him forget, not the way he had wanted. Instead, it was wedging a knife of need deep inside him.

This man claiming his mouth, possessing his dick with an expertise that was more like a tornado racing across the land and sucking him up with it. But still it was Sully he saw before him. Naked with the sun glinting off his sun-bleached hair.

And he came hard and fast, sudden tears spurting from beneath his lashes. God, where was the pain he needed to wipe out the memories? He needed a drink. He needed the pills. He needed something to blur the desire he'd buried for so many years.

It was the thought of Sully and his hands on Luke's body that send him over the edge, spurting his cum onto the floor of this strange place, leaving him gasping. Silas raised up and looked down at him. Suddenly Luke knew he'd come to the end of the road and he was going to have to face his demons. If he didn't face his past once and for all, he would never be free.

Silas brushed a thumb across his wet cheek. "I think you've got some work to do, boy. This is just the beginning. And if you don't do it, you're probably going to be dead before the year's out, from what I see."

Luke looked up at Silas as more tears poured down his face and he felt something inside him crack open. Silas was right and he knew it. But he'd wound himself up so tight, built the walls high and solid to keep himself from bleeding where anyone could see, that it had come to this. And now he had to do something or he was going to wither up and die.