Gregorio Santos was not like his co-workers. They rushed to the warm temperatures and white sand beaches of the Caribbean for vacation, he preferred the white cold of the ski slopes. Greg is single and determined to remain that way despite his loneliness. While on vacation at Lake Tahoe, an accident strands the sexiest man he had met in years at his cabin. Will his resolve to stay single outlast being trapped with a man that gives the term 'bringing sexy back' new meaning?
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Tom! Tom, its Stephanie! Are you there?”
Tom chuckled at the startled look on Greg’s face. “That’s the radio in the other room. All of the cabins have them in case of an emergency,” he explained.
He put his mug on the coffee table and rushed by him. Greg shook his head and watched Thomas’s long strides take him into a small room beneath the stairs.
“Yeah, Stephanie, I’m here.”
Greg followed and when he appeared in the doorway found Thomas sitting at a small desk, talking into an old hand radio. His soft blond hair fell forward as he leaned over to speak. When he turned his head to acknowledge Greg’s presence in the doorway, his profile was devastatingly handsome.
“Tom, the snow doesn’t seem to be letting up! It will probably snow
throughout the night! What cabin are you in?”
“Oh! Then you’ve met Mr. Santos. He’s a very nice man, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you stay there until morning,” the static filled announcement came. “We will not be able to dig you out until the snow stops.”
“Okay, Steph. Keep us posted on the weather, in case it stops some time
tonight, will you?”
“Sure thing, Tom. Good night.”
Thomas released the connection button and turned to Greg. “Well, it’s
official,” he said throwing his hands up. “I’m broke down and snowed in.”
“You don’t say?”
He chuckled. “And you’re Mister Santos, huh?”
Greg smiled. “Oh, I never did tell you my name, did I?” He chuckled and left the room. “Sorry about that. My name is Greg, well it’s Gregorio, but I like Greg.”
“Then Greg it is. Nice to meet you, Greg. So, is it okay?”
“Is what okay?”
Thomas grabbed his hand, stopping him and turned him around. “Can I
spend the night with you?”
Damn. Talk about your loaded question.
Greg slowly pulled his hand out of Tom’s. It had already started to tingle
uncomfortably from his touch.
“Of course. What kind of person would I be to throw a man out in the snow with no way home?” He turned quickly and headed for the kitchen. “I came down to make something to eat. Are you hungry?”
“I’m hungry for a lot of things.”
Greg raised an eyebrow, but chose to ignore Tom’s statement. “Well, I hope one of those things is hamburger.”
Thomas sat back down on the sofa with a chuckle. “Love them.”
“Good, because that’s what I’m making for dinner along with some half
decent-tasting microwave fries. I wasn’t expecting company so….”
“Hey, you won’t hear me complaining. I’ll be grateful for whatever you decide to share with me.”
Greg sent a questioning look across the room and their eyes met. Tom’s
crystal-blue eyes were smiling at him over the mug while he drank. Greg lowered his gaze and flipped the burgers he put on earlier.
Easy Gregorio, calm down. No need to jump the gun. You just met this man. You’re only together by sheer happenstance. Tomorrow when they come to dig out his truck, you’ll continue your vacation as planned and you’ll probably never cross paths again. That’s usually what happens when you meet fine men like Thomas.
He put the French fries into the microwave.
Uh-huh, I’m just seeing things that aren’t there. I mean, who wouldn’t have sex on the brain being so close to someone as fine as this Thomas
person…especially when you’ve been sex deprived for over a year.
He went to the refrigerator and returned to the stove, putting cheese on the burgers.
Yup, that’s it in a nutshell. Nothing there at all.
“Everything all right in there, Greg?”
“Yeah, everything is fine, going great,” he answered, then added under his breath, “Perfect, now he thinks I’m a nut that talks to myself.”
He pushed the arousing thoughts from his head with a determined nod and continued preparing dinner.
A short while later, Greg pushed a few fries and his half-eaten burger around on his plate and shot looks across the table at Thomas through his lashes.
Thomas ate with gusto, apparently not bothered by any inner thoughts.
Exposed to some of the most beautiful men in the world on a daily basis, Greg remained unaffected by them, except to respect their outer beauty for what it was.
Thomas was different—not only handsome, but funny and one of the sexiest men he had ever met, even inhaling a cheeseburger and fries.
They were going to be together for the near future. Greg groaned inwardly at the thought. He knew he had to find a way to smother the feelings welling up inside him. He watched Thomas eat and all he could think about was how badly he wanted to grab a handful of that baby-fine hair and yank his head back so it opened his throat and he could hear his screams better. Greg’s eyes widened at his thoughts.
Whoa, where did that come from? Dude, get a grip on yourself.
He chuckled and shook his head.
PURCHASE FROZEN SPRING BREAK AT FREYA'S BOWER!
Jaxx Steele was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, but now lives in Indiana. He dreams of buying a house near the beach and writing all day. He has a nine to five, but traveling to wondrous places that can be incorporated into his stories is his passion. Jaxx has love in his life thanks to his life partner, Hou, and their cat, Judo, who graciously lets'them live with him in what he thinks is his house.
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