Trent returns from Iraq intent on claiming the man he kissed five years ago, only to find the war left a powerful obstacle in his way.
Cameron was sixteen when the hunky Trent Anderson kissed him and spoiled him for all other men. The next day, Trent left for a tour of duty in the Middle East without so much as a wave goodbye. When Trent returns five years later, he's a changed man. Can Cameron put aside his long-held fantasies and accept the flawed solider he's always wanted for Christmas?
Trent Anderson served for four years in the U.S. Army and then signed up for one more as a security contractor. He bears no physical scars from Iraq, but he secretly fights an invisible enemy. A sound, a look, a situation can trigger a flashback and send him right back into combat mode. When Cameron's attacked, his PTSD escalates, and Trent must get help or else forfeit the man he left behind forever.
The front door opened and admitted a blast of cold air. The sudden chill caught Cameron right in the chest. He narrowed his eyes as he pivoted to see what stupid jerk had joined Mike's early Christmas party so late. When the man passed by, Cameron zeroed in on the broad, meaty shoulders that swayed sexily above a tight hard ass. Cameron's cock tingled with interest, but the second the guy turned his head and he got a good look at that unmistakable profile, his dick swelled so quick it sapped all the blood from his brain.
"Oh holy fuck." Cameron sucked in a shaky breath, almost dropping the cigarette he was holding right on the carpet. "Shit. Fuck."READ MORE
Trent Anderson walked past him to the small house's kitchen as casual as could be, not even sparing Cameron a straight-on glance. But Cameron's nerves flew apart in his wake. Adrenaline stirred him into overdrive, every emotion he'd secretly harbored for the former soldier slamming into him at once. Lust. Anger. Frustration. And more lust.
"Is that...who I think it is?" Bobby seemed just as surprised as Cameron to see the guy again.
Guts churning, Cameron gave a quick nod. "I gotta get outta here." He lurched toward the front door on unsteady legs and scrambled outside. Behind him, the party's host, Mike, called his name, but he kept on going. He needed fresh air and a moment to get himself together too badly to perform the rights of courtesy.
The frosty temp made his lungs hurt as he settled with his back against the house's wall. For a few seconds the weather made him regret not grabbing his parka first, but then the memories took over and kept him plenty warm.
As he shivered in his worn denim jacket, he relived every damn time he'd ever jerked off to Trent's hot frame while alone in his tiny apartment. Then he backtracked to that fateful night five years ago when Trent had kissed him after driving him home from Mike's party--the one where to his embarrassment and dismay, he'd accidentally gifted Trent a nine-inch purple dildo. The holy-shit-level passionate lip lock had seared Trent's masculine appeal onto Cameron's body and soul permanently. Even now, he quivered at the mere thought of Trent's touch. The way he'd laid his arm across the seat, slipped his hand onto the back of Cameron's head and closed the space between them...
Trent had smelled like experienced older man--spicy aftershave, and adventure waiting to happen. As their tongues had slipped inside each other's mouths, Cameron had tasted beer and Christmas cookies, a vanilla and hops combination he had never forgotten. The soft yet demanding pressure of Trent's lips and his possessive grip had incited a fire in Cameron that had left him breathless.
Only sixteen then, Cameron had almost come in his boxers at his first seriously delicious contact with another guy. The fact he'd been kissed by the very man he'd desperately dreamed for years would be the one to pop his cherry made it seem too good to be true, and it was. Fate had been cruel to him. Trent had shipped out the next morning for four long years of active duty which had seemed like an agonizingly long wait to Cameron already. But then Trent had signed on as a security contractor for another twelve months. The way Cameron had counted, Trent wasn't supposed to come home until February. What was he doing here now? Cameron felt totally blindsided by his appearance. Not that I'm still interested or anything...
"Hey, man, whatcha doing out here?" Mike's younger brother and chief miscreant, Bobby rolled his shoulders as he stepped off the porch and walked to Cameron's side. At least he had a down jacket on. He seemed chilly but not miserable.
Cameron hissed. He was miserable, but not from the cold. "What's he doing here? Did you know he was back?"
"Nope." Bobby probably didn't know much but his brother, Mike, was one of Trent's oldest buddies. "He just showed up unannounced."
"How can that be?" Annoyance heated through Cameron, taking the edge off of freezing to death. Everybody in Halliday, Montana had thought Anderson had slipped a mental gear when they'd heard he'd chosen to stay in the Middle East voluntarily. Cameron had simply been pissed and frustrated while suffering the worst case of blue balls anybody had ever experienced. Yes, he'd had lovers, but nobody had elicited the same amount of interest in him as Trent.
Bobby blew out a frosty breath. "I don't know. He never said anything to Mike."
"That's weird, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I guess." Bobby shrugged. "Look, everyone is gonna watch the football game. Are you coming?"
"Nah. I'm gonna take off."
"Okay. I'm going back in. See you later." Bobby kicked the snow off his boots and clambered back up onto the porch.
Left alone once more in the frigid air, Cameron dropped the cigarette that had long ago gone out and considered lighting another. But his hands were trembling too much to fetch them out of his jacket pocket, so he just gave up, wrapping his arms around himself and glaring at the streetlight. So he's back. No warning. Just appears.
A warning would have been nice. Given him a chance to prepare himself before setting eyes on the man of his wet dreams once more. He swore Trent's kiss and the intense but brief groping they'd shared had ruined him for all other men. Even today, one look from the guy and he'd had a hard time restraining himself from jumping Trent's bones. One whiff of his pheromones had flipped Cameron's magnetic poles. Still. After all these years. Crap.
He sucked in a deep breath and watched the frosty air dissipate, searching for self-control. He told himself his body might be interested in Trent but he wasn't. Not anymore. Trent Anderson could go jump in a lake for all he cared. Not one card, phone call or letter from Trent during his active duty was a pretty clear indication of Trent's total disinterest. Plus, Cameron wasn't a moony inexperienced teenager anymore. There was absolutely no reason to get all upset over one little Trent sighting. Just let it go.
He pushed the heel of his hand to his forehead and shut his eyes, trying to shove the memory of that kiss from his mind. Throughout the years he'd been over and over every second of that evening, examining it carefully for any reason to believe there had been more than a passing fancy on Trent's part that had led to the kiss, but he had no way to be sure. If it wasn't for that stupid gag gift...Ugh!
The door popped open and he heard heavy boots on the stoop. Cameron prayed the person would head immediately to a parked car on the street, but he didn't. He came directly Cameron's way, stopping right in front of him.
Butterflies swarmed his stomach and his throat choked closed. Trent's gruff voice, like steel wool over sandpaper, hadn't changed much. If anything it had gotten sexier. It was deeper, and filled with a level of authority that tightened Cameron's cock in an instant, made him eager to submit to any command the former solider issued. Determined not to fall to his knees and beg, Cameron swallowed and dropped his hand, then opened his eyes. His heart thudded to a stop. Oh hell.
Trent stood before him in a hunter green down jacket that made him appear bigger and more edible as it hid his perfect body from view. His murky-water grey eyes focused on Cameron with unwavering intensity, and were filled with worry. Every second Cameron stared into the bottomless depths of those deep pools he fell further and further, until he actually leaned forward, closer to Trent's warmth and security. Realizing his mistake, he pulled back suddenly. The sensation left him dizzy, spellbound. He blinked, but it didn't clear his head. Yep, I'm seriously fucked.
"Are you all right?" Trent swiped a finger across Cameron's cheek tenderly, as if checking for injuries. His gaze swept over Cameron like a field medic's, studying him carefully as though he'd carry him to safety at the first sign of trouble. Cameron prayed he wouldn't faint.COLLAPSE