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Breaching the Lieutenant

Author(s): Eva Lefoy

 Second Lieutenant Mark Oates has a lot to learn, both about the U.S. Army and about himself. When a senior officer confronts Oates about his latent homosexual tendencies, he’s backed into a corner and only one man can help him out. Trouble is, can he trust him not to ruin his career plans? 

Gunnar Evans was dishonorably discharged from the Army during Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell for his openly gay sexuality. He fought the system and lost, but continues to help the young officers sent to his door discover their hidden desires. When gorgeous hunk Lt. Oates arrives, he knows he must breach the lieutenant’s defenses in order to show him the pleasure he deserves. But once he gains access, he may never want to let him go. 

Warning: Gay first time reluctant, risky sex, bareback 


“Stupid son of a bitch!”

Oates followed the voice, careful not to disturb the tenuous towers of clutter. He thought he recognized a drill-sergeant tone in the curse. “Sir?”

He rounded the corner. A thick pair of legs stuck out from under a Volvo. Mark shook his head sadly. Volvos were a bitch to work on, no wonder the man was crabby. “Sergeant Evans? Is that you?”

Jean-clad legs scooted out first, then a crotch, then a naked, well-defined stomach with a definite eight pack. Oates caught his breath and tried not to look any closer, besides he’d seen this a million times in the barracks. A half-dressed man was nothing new. But the wide, dark bronzed chest that appeared next made him gasp. Thick rings pierced both nipples and Mark’s crotch tightened at the sight. Jesus. That’s fucking hot. He shifted from foot to foot, trying to get a little air between his legs, but the man’s bulging biceps gave him no respite. Good lord, this man was ripped. A head popped out, a flash of silver at the temples on an otherwise perfect close-cut crop. The man fixed a stare on him, and Mark straightened his back, damn near giving a full salute despite the fact he outranked the former sergeant.

“Who wants to know?”

“Uh, Second Lieutenant Oates, sir.” He did his best to look apologetic, but his nerves were a tangled mess. The man’s muscles bunched and rippled as his made his way up from the dolly. Black smudges of grease here and there only added to the manly allure of the canvas in front of him. Damn, but his cock surged at the sight of the mechanic’s full stature. This was no man he’d ever seen before. This man’s body was perfection.

The mechanic wiped off a wrench and tossed it in the toolbox without moving his penetrating gaze. “Oates?”

“Yes, sir. Major Henderson sent me. Sir.”

One of Evans’ eyebrows rose. “He did, did he?”

“Yes, sir.  Said you could help me with a little problem I’m having.” Damn, was that a twinkle in Evans’ eyes?

“Oh? What’s that?”

Oates shifted uncomfortably. He felt silly asking this mountain of macho man in front of him for help, but if he didn’t, he’d never make Captain. Henderson would be sure to ride him on this. He ducked his head, and rubbed the rising burn on the back of his neck. “Uh, he said I needed a valve adjusted, and you were just the man to do it.”

“Oh, did he now?”

The most gorgeous, most muscled chest he’d ever seen in his life came to stand mere inches from his own. Looking closer at it, he could see the little stray grey hairs strewn across it like confetti from tanned brown nipple to tanned brown nipple. The piercings called to him, demanding he sample them with his tongue. Oh, fuck. I’m so screwed if he sees how hard I’m getting. Swallowing, he collected himself and lifted his head.

Evans rocked back on his heels and Oates fought the urge to reach out and bring that gorgeous manly chest closer again.

“Well then, let’s get you started.” The smile Evans sent him as he swept his commanding gaze up and down Oates’ body held both a challenge and blatant appreciation.

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. Evans was gay? Holy hell. Henderson had sent him here as some kind of test, and right now he was dangerously at risk of failing. Was he supposed to feign indifference to the hot former sergeant in front of him? Yeah, that was totally gonna happen. It has to. Get it in gear, Oates.  He swallowed.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.” He’d agree to anything to get this man back under a car and give his nerves a chance to settle. Right now they were going a million miles an hour, straining his control. His desire to touch the man ratcheted up a notch every second spent in his presence.

Evans motioned to the tool box. “Hand me that crescent wrench over there.”

He spun toward the tool box, thankful for a job. After plucking a crescent wrench from the pile, he pivoted to hand it to Evans only to find Evans standing right behind him, pressing his naked chest against his back, his cock into the crease of his ass. The sergeant’s stiff rod wasn’t any softer than his own. Mark’s heart skipped a beat and his throat went dry as he stifled a groan of desire.

“Thanks.” Evans snaked the wrench from Oates’ slackened grip. “Say, Oates. Have you ever had anything… up your ass?”

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ISBN (Print):
ISBN (Electronic): 9781310471148
Genre: GLBT
Date Published: 04/23/2014
Publisher: Eva Lefoy

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