Evasive Maneuvers

by Lynn Michaels

Evasive Maneuvers - Lynn Michaels
Editions:Kindle: $ 2.99 USD
ISBN: 1532907931
Pages: 204

Campbell Fain has been rebelling against his father, refusing to grow up for so long, he's not sure what his life really means anymore. When he meets the man that makes his heart melt, he lies to impress him. Unfortunately, facing the truth may turn out to be the least of his problems when he's forced to come face to face with the sins of his father.

He was the quarterback in high school, all American sweetheart and solid guy, but Stone Medlock is just figuring out his life. When he meets Campbell Fain, it turns his world around and he just might be falling hard for the rebellious punk, but will he still be able to support and trust Campbell when the lies come out?

Will Campbell's lies tear them apart before they even begin? Will they find the love behind the lies?

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Stone grabbed my hand to get my attention and then pulled me down a side street. Afterward, he kept holding it and I didn't pull away, either. I liked his big hand clasping mine and I really didn't want to let him go. We walked for a while then cut back to the main street headed down 19th toward the railroad tracks. After a few minutes, Stone pulled me down yet another side street and that's when the rain started.

“Oh shit,” I said, holding up my free hand.

Stone laughed and tugged my arm. “Come on then.”

The quicker we ran, the harder the rain came down. With a loud rumble of thunder, it really broke loose. Stone kept laughing and I followed as close as I could, gripping his hand tight. Part of me wanted to panic, but how could I not join in his delight? Running down the street in the pouring rain hand in hand with a cute boy was sheer freedom—bliss.


We crossed a parking lot and then down 20th and across the railroad tracks. I was about to ask where the hell he lived when he stopped in front of a small complex with some of the apartments above street level businesses. Stone led me to a black iron gate that opened to an interior courtyard and then around the corner and up an outside set of stairs to a third floor unit. It had a small balcony that wasn't half as nice as the ones on the front side of the street.

By the time he fumbled the key into the door and pushed it open, the rain had completely soaked us, our clothes saturated. I stood in his tiny foyer, dripping wet and shaking. Stone pulled at his hoodie. “Get those wet clothes off.” He grabbed at his t-shirt, but yanking at our own clothes quickly turned to stripping each other. Stone kicked off his beat up vans, but I’d worn my Union Jack Chucks and had to bend over to untie them. After I kicked them off, Stone helped me peel off my wet jeans, and I noticed he had already pulled his pants off. He stood in front of me in a pair of American Eagle briefs that showed just how happy helping me made him.

He shoved me back against the front door and hiked my foot up, slowly taking off my wet socks, one at a time. Something about the way he pulled them off made the act erotic, and my cock hardened in my still semi-wet 2Xist briefs. They were my favorite neon green pair that barely covered all of me, but didn't show so much under my tight club pants.

We stood there mostly naked and wet, looking at each other. I tried to keep my eyes on Stone's face, and not his wide chest or worse, his hard cock. A drop of rain trickled out of his hair and down his forehead and I leaned forward and licked it before it could travel farther or he could wipe it. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I needed a taste.


About the Author

Lynn Michaels lives and writes in Tampa, Florida where the sun is hot and the Sangria is cold. When she’s not writing she’s kayaking, hanging with her husband, or reading by the pool. Lynn writes Male/Male romance because she believes everyone deserves a happy ending and the dynamics of male characters can be intriguing, vulnerable, and exciting. She has both contemporary and paranormal titles and has been writing since 2014. Her stories don’t follow any set guidelines or ideas, but come from her heart and contain love in many forms.

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