What can bring a strong career Marine to his knees?
Daniel Deveraux is a man of action. He doesn't allow his life to be complicated by anything or anyone. He left the Marines after deciding that the don't-ask-don't-tell policy was more than he could abide. He returned home in search of a simple life, one devoid of the insanity he'd endured in Iraq. Love for him was a distant dream.
Brandon Matthews is an exceptional man, both in body and in mind. His magnetic personality and exceptional good looks were an impenetrable wall behind which this damaged man safely hid. His journey found him working days as a carpenter, and nights as "eye candy" at a local gay bar.
The two men find themselves on a tumultuous journey of emotional and sexual revelation that threatens to destroy them both. The intense sexual relationship binds them in a way neither one expects.
The question remains—will the deep sexual bond bring the two men together in a deep and enduring love? Or will it destroy them?
A tear came to Daniel's eye as he sipped his coffee quietly watching his lover sleep. Even now, six months after meeting this beautiful man, Brandon remained a mystery to him.
He thought for a moment about the ridiculous ruse that the troubled young man had played out to save him from a trip to the emergency room. Why would Brandon have done that? What was going through his mind? I was a lot better able to take on those guys than this gentle young man.
Once again tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to remove the memory of the horrible night that had ended so violently.…
* * *
As Daniel walked to his truck, he couldn't help but feel like there was a part of him still in the alley with the handsome man. He was clearly trying to get another fuck in what Daniel was sure was a long line of dicks the whore was accustomed to having pound his ass. He plopped deliberately into the leather seat in his customized truck. Stroking the seat beside him, he slammed the door. He was frustrated that he'd let this little whore make him so crazy. He wanted to vomit from disgust.
He's probably back there letting those no-necked morons fuck him at this very moment. So why am I sitting here beating myself up for letting the whore get to me? Why did I fuck him?
But try as he might Daniel couldn't shake the feeling that despite the bravado Brandon put out there, he was no whore. He was no cock-hound. He was fragile. Something in Daniel's mind wouldn't let him write this man off, as badly as he wanted to. He just couldn't shake the feeling that Brandon somehow was the answer to many of his unspoken prayers.
* * *
Daniel had long since given up on the idea of being happy or living "happily ever after." It just doesn't happen for guys like me.
He'd left the Marines because the "don't ask don't tell" policy was so unfair. Daniel couldn't—no he wouldn't—hide in the shadows simply to make the Corps comfortable. He was a goddamn good Marine. He'd saved many lives, taken many lives, all for God and Country. For his beloved Corps to discard him would be more than he could handle, so he left to save them the trouble.
Upon coming home, Daniel was no stranger to being a contradiction in terms. He'd only come out in the last couple of years. He'd endured the angry stares, the snickers, and the general disgust that an openly gay man often endures living in a small town in Southern Georgia.
He finally had decided to save his family the continual burden of having to deal with the questions concerning his obvious lack of interest in women. He left his family and friends and moved to Atlanta.
The fact was that he was the youngest brother in a family of large, muscular, handsome men. Women were never a problem for Daniel. If he needed a date for a public function, finding a willing woman was easy. Deciding which one to take was difficult.
When he came out to his parents, the first question his father asked was, "Why?"
Big question, but one Daniel didn't care to explore. He didn't really care why; for him it just was.
While living in the same town with his parents, he chose to keep his sexual interests to himself. His obvious disinterest in sexual conquests was in stark contrast to his two brothers' seemingly endless exploits. Daniel once jokingly described his brothers dating lives as "sexual bombing strikes on the females in large metropolitan cities."
Life was lonely living away from anyone he knew, but it was simpler. And simplicity appealed to him. He'd left the Marines and moved away from his entire family just to make life easier for all involved.
* * *
So why the hell am I sitting in my truck outside a gay bar at 3:30 in the morning waiting for a man who makes me crazy just by his very existence?
"Damn you fucking slut! Damn you!" Daniel shouted to the silence surrounding him inside the cab of his large pickup truck. He pounded his fist on the steering wheel. Still angry from the internal angst that this thoughtless man had caused him, Daniel climbed out of the truck ready to confront the little whore. He intended to make sure that the next time this slut tried to use his physical advantages—his uncanny good looks, beautifully proportioned body, even his blonde hair and perfect tan...
"Damn it!" Daniel shouted. "There I go again, letting this little whore screw with my head!" It was going to stop. No piece of ass, no matter how beautiful, no matter how charming, was going to make him this crazy.