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Blurb:
Trevor Dixon has made too many mistakes to count. Sober for thirteen months, he’s determined to do the right thing: rebuild his relationship with his family, and help his brother get Rock Solid Construction off the ground. Failing them again isn’t an option. Too bad the first estimate Trevor goes on alone is for an uptight doctor with a superiority complex.
A hand injury took away the only important thing in Dr. Simon Malone’s life—performing heart surgery. He doesn’t do well with people and has no family, but being a damn good surgeon? He always had that. Now, he doesn’t know who he is. The last thing he wants to deal with is the young construction worker who blows his shot at remodeling Simon’s home.
Trevor and Simon form an unlikely friendship. The more time they spend together, the more Trevor starts wondering if maybe Simon’s not as straight—or uptight—as he thought…and maybe Trevor’s new attraction for Simon runs both ways.
There are too many reasons they shouldn’t be together: they have little in common, their age difference, Trevor needing to focus on his sobriety…yet there’s something about each other that they just can’t shake. They don’t feel so lost when they’re together. But with their footing so unsteady, forming a relationship that’s rock solid seems impossible. There’s blow after blow, and the last one just might be powerful enough to crack their foundation for good.
Excerpt:
He pulled out of his shirt when he got to their room, and sat on the foot of the bed, facing the bathroom. He could hear the water running. Thought about going in to join Trevor, but instead he waited.
It didn’t take long before the water shut off, and another minute later Trevor stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and a mess. Simon wanted to grab onto it. Wanted to lick every one of the ridges of muscle in Trevor’s stomach. He wanted to suck the piercing in Trevor’s nipple. Wanted to bury his face in the hair at his crotch. Christ, the man was sexy.
“Come here.” He used his index finger to wave Trevor over. He came easily, standing between Simon’s legs. “I’m not good at this,” he admitted.
“We’re both going to screw up,” Trevor replied.
“No. Not with this. I’m the only one screwing up with us. But I’m trying.” He trailed a finger down Trevor’s chest, and to the edge of his towel before pulling it free. Trevor was hard underneath, a bead of pre-come already at the tip, waiting for Simon. “I’ll keep trying, if you let me. Don’t…don’t give up on me.” He’d never said those words to anyone, but he needed to say them to Trevor.
And then he leaned forward, let his tongue circle the head of Trevor’s erection, tasting the salty come there.
He fucking loved it.
