LOGINThe infection set in that night.They were driving through the mountains, aiming for the coast, trying to put as much distance between them and the ghost town as possible. The road wound treacherously along the cliffs, the drop-off falling away into darkness.Julian started shivering. He pulled his
He fired a shot. The bullet splintered the wood of the pillar near Aiden’s head.Julian covered his ears. He looked at Aiden. Aiden looked back. He nodded. A silent signal.Aiden spun out from behind the pillar and fired two shots. Bang. Bang.One of the men in the back went down, clutching his leg.
The screen glowed in the dark room, illuminating the stark terror on Julian’s face. The text was short. Simple. Devastating.I see you.Julian sat up, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He sensed the shift in Julian’s body instantly. He sat u
Julian didn't touch it yet. He started at Aiden’s feet. He massaged the arches, working his thumbs into the sore muscles, digging deep. Aiden groaned, his head falling back against the headboard."Fuck, that feels amazing," Aiden murmured.Julian worked his way up Aiden’s calves, kneading the tensio
They stole a truck from the back of a hardware store two towns over. It was old, a Ford with a rusted bed and a transmission that whined, but it was reliable and nondescript.They drove until the sun was high in the sky, then found a deserted stretch of woodland off an old logging road. Julian dug a
Aiden groaned, a sound that bounced off the tiled walls, echoing in the small space. He braced his hand against the shower wall, his legs trembling.Julian didn't rush. This wasn't about getting off; it was about connection. It was about anchoring them to the present, to the living, breathing moment
The taste of him was overwhelming, a cocktail of expensive cologne, salt, and raw, masculine power. I worked my tongue around the head of his cock, swirling and sucking as I looked up at him through my lashes, exactly the way he’d accused me of doing in class. But this wasn't a crowded lecture hall.
Oh, to be twenty-one, desperate, and backed into the most delicious corner of my life!My heart wasn’t just beating; it was slamming against my ribs like a caged animal as I stood in the deserted hallway of the Humanities building. The clock on the wall read 6:30 PM. Everyone else had gone home, the
The handle turned with a slow, agonizing creak. My heart didn't just stop; it seemed to shrivel in my chest. I was bent over the desk, my trousers around my ankles, my skin still glistening with the evidence of my failure and my pleasure. Professor Thorne stood barely two feet away, the remote for t
I read the words over and over, my thumb hovering over the screen until it went dark. My cock, which had been aching and semi-hard since I’d stumbled out of his room, was now rock solid again, a thick, demanding pressure against my thigh. A shiver of pure, undiluted lust—so intense it was almost pai






