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Release to Grey Cole!
Out in Time is LIVE!
Meet Wade and Heath in this
sexy stand-alone novella!
A closeted football star. An out and
proud photographer. And a road trip.
Wade Truman had grown accustomed to
admiring Heath Taylor from afar. Now, years of denying himself and the
irresistible Heath are wreaking havoc on Wade’s resolve. The odds are stacked
against them … they’re graduating college soon. Wade just signed a multimillion
dollar football deal—thrusting him even further into the spotlight. Not to
mention, what would the gorgeously refined Heath want with a small town jock
boy like himself anyway?
Heath grew up privileged, accepted, and
out. And the two hells he swore he would never put himself through—crushing on
a straight guy and being anyone’s dirty little secret—have presented themselves
in one sweet talkin’, dream hauntin’ package. One weekend with Wade, and
Heath’s sure the devil himself has come a-knockin’.
Warning: Contains Southern accents
wielded like weapons of desire, a snarky, do-gooder Pennsylvanian, and two boys
deserving of true love.
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“Dare,” Wade ventured.
“Nope, my turn. Dare,” Heath demanded. “I
dare you to show me something embarrassing. Something stupid you do that no one
knows about.”
Wade thought for a moment. He didn’t do
anything stupid. Well, he didn’t think he did. “Like what?”
“Hmm … well, you can’t use this against
me later, but something stupid I do is dance around in my room. Wearing just my
underwear.”
“A lot of people do that. That’s not
stupid.”
“To One Direction?” Heath added with a
wry grin.
Wade burst out laughing. “Uh, maybe not.”
“Shut up. They’re fun. Makes me feel
good.”
A lock of that soft, brown hair fell
across Heath’s forehead, and Wade longed to brush it away. “See, that makes it
not stupid.”
“You’re deflecting. This is your dare.
Not mine. Whatcha got?”
He thought about it for a moment and then
nodded. “I have to show you? Can’t tell you?”
“That’s what makes it a dare.”
“’K.” Wade heaved his large frame from
his comfy spot and moved to the space between the beds. Heath sat up quickly
and spun around, sitting Indian-style with a huge grin on his face. “I don’t
want to disappoint you. It’s not all that impressive.”
“Go on, quarterback. Show me what no one
else has ever seen,” he taunted.
“Fine. I’m too buzzed for this to be
graceful. Just remember that.”
“Do your worst.” Heath lifted his glass,
toasting Wade before slamming back another shot.
Wade turned and faced the nightstand that
divided the room. At least he wouldn’t have to look into Heath’s face as he did
this. He took a deep breath and released it slowly as he bent at the waist and
dropped his arms to the floor to support his upper body. He let his feet slide
back and his head dangle before rotating it side to side between his arms,
slipping into what had become second nature for him over the years. “Downward
dog,” he announced. Wade stared at his feet for a moment before breathing deeply
again, bringing up his head, dropping his hips and forearms, and rising onto
the tips of his toes. “Plank.” He started to feel a little weirded out since
Heath hadn’t made a peep. So, he moved quickly by dropping the rest of his body
to the floor but arching his spine and neck toward the ceiling. “Cobra.”
“I can’t believe you do yoga. That’s
fucking awesome. Show me some more,” Heath finally encouraged. Wade could hear
the awe in his voice, so despite how ridiculous he probably looked, he found
himself complying. He did a couple more poses on the floor before moving into a
standing position.
Then, he did his favorite. He figured out
why that was long ago. It made him feel graceful, at a time in his life when
his size made him anything but. He balanced himself on one leg and brought the
other up to rest one foot on the inside of his thigh. Now, he was facing Heath,
so he grinned a little at the wide-eyed look he was giving him. Finally, he
brought his arms over his head much like a ballerina would do but kept moving
his hands until his fingers locked together. He opened his mouth to speak, the
self-deprecating comment that had sprung to mind died on his tongue, though, as
Heath launched himself at Wade.
Before he could move to defend himself
from the incoming fingers, Heath wedged them into his ribs and wiggled them
hard. Wade’s breath whooshed out of him, and he lost his balance, throwing his
arms around Heath to catch himself from falling. Instead of steadying him,
Heath’s momentum sent them both toppling backward onto the other bed.
Wade grunted when Heath’s elbow came down
to hit him in the stomach. He tried to laugh at their suddenly awkward
position, but it ended up coming out like a bark. Heath didn’t stop tickling
him, so instead of letting him go, he squeezed his arms tighter around Heath.
Heath’s entire body rested against his—their chests, their stomachs, their
hips, their—oh, lord, help him—their crotches, even Heath’s toes stretched out
on top of Wade’s bare feet.
Heath finally exhausted all his laughter
and relinquished the torturous tickling, although he made no move to extract
himself from Wade. He finally looked up at him, and his eyes practically
glittered with mischief. “I’m sorry,” he laughed. “I couldn’t resist.”
“You don’t look sorry,” Wade
mock-complained.
“You’re right. That was a lie.” Heath
grinned, and his eyes darted to Wade’s lips.
“Dare me,” Wade blurted before he could
doubt himself any further.
Heath gave a nervous laugh before asking,
“Dare you to what?”
“Dare me to kiss you.”
Heath’s green eyes widened and shot back
up to Wade’s before tightening at the corners. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I know you want me to,” Wade
boasted before swallowing hard. “More than that—I want to.”
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rights reserved. Copyright Grey Cole 2015.
Sweet and sexy novella with a great message about accepting one another's differences! I only wish it would have been longer - I want more Wade and Heath!
Grey
Cole always dreamt of a book that featured hot male-on-male action that grew to
encompass one lucky woman. Okay … maybe Grey really dreamt of this scenario
playing out in real life and then decided to purge all those dirty thoughts
onto the page.
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