Author: Derek Adams
Title: Safe Harbor
Genre: M/M romance contemporary
Publisher: Amber Quill Press - Amber Allure
For straight jock Mike Vickers, a chance meeting on the beach with a young man name Eric opened up a new world of possibilities. Until then, Mikes entire existence revolved around girls, football and the chance of winning an athletic scholarship, but his growing friendship with Eric, and his unexpected sexual attraction to the man, awakened his true nature and ushered in a summer of forbidden passion. But just when Mike began to embrace his newfound happiness, disaster struck, dashing all of his plans for the future and tearing the men apart. Now, a decade later, the men reconnect. Although the circumstances have changed their feelings for one another remain as strong as ever. Will they be able to keep their love alive in the present, or is it fated to be only a memory of happiness lost?
Excerpt: Rated R
“Eric. Pleased to meet you.” He stuck out his hand. I shook it. His grip was firm, but his hand was as soft as a girl’s. It was pretty clear he hadn’t been putting in a lot of hours doing manual labor to help his family out financially.
“Okay, Eric. Let’s have a look.” He patted the smooth stone next to where he was sitting.
I scooted over.
He held the sketch pad between us. Our bare shoulders touched. His skin was warm...
“Hey, man, that’s me.”
It was a drawing of me, standing with the water at my back. The detail was pretty amazing, almost like a photograph. It sure as hell looked like the face and body I saw when I looked in the mirror on my bedroom door every morning. He had even included the long scar on my right shoulder, souvenir of a set-to with a grappling hook last year at the marina. The hairs on my chest were there, in detail, and the fine line of fuzz that trickled down my belly.
“Do I really look that mean?”
“That’s not supposed to be a mean look. That’s a pissed-off look.” He chuckled softly. “You were pretty pissed when you first saw me here the other day.”
“Okay, okay. I admit it. Guilty as charged.” I looked over at him and grinned. “Do I still look pissed?”
He stared at me intently for a moment. “Nope. Goofy, maybe, but not pissed.”
“Goofy?” I reached over and grabbed him in a mock headlock. “You’re gonna have to take that back, Eric.”
“Never!” He laughed as he struggled in my grasp. I pulled him closer. His face pressed against my chest. He slipped his left arm around my waist and splayed his right hand against my belly.
“I am not goofy!”
“You are, too!” His breath ruffled the hairs on my chest, tickling me. “Okay.
Okay. I give up,” he gasped after several moments had passed. I let him go, but he didn’t jump away. Instead he put his hands on my shoulders, his face only inches from mine. He was flushed and he had a loopy grin on his face.
“Glad you finally saw it my way.” I was intensely aware of the pressure of his hands.
“You may not be goofy, Mike, but you sure are se…uh, crazy.” Eric’s face got even redder.
I stood, then turned my back on him abruptly. I’d sprung a rod for some reason. I tugged at the crotch of my pants, but it didn’t help much. I grabbed my T-shirt and held it in front of me. “I gotta be getting back. If I don’t show up to work I’ll catch holy hell from Mr. Peterson.”
I loped across the sand. I turned around once and saw that Eric was still looking at me. He raised his hand and waved. I waved back and kept on going. When I reached down a couple of minutes later to scratch my balls, I realized that my cock was still hard.