Eagle shifter John Tillman can almost taste freedom.
He never expected to raise his kid sister. She’s worth the sacrifices he’s made—education, career, lovers—but the empty nest is calling his name.
To save her college fund, John’s taking every run his plane can handle and doing his best to keep his shifting under the radar.
Then his latest job walks into the bar with a strange gait and velvety Southern drawl.
Army veteran Logan Maddox has given a lot for freedom.
He’s no hero, just a guy trying to adapt to new parameters. If he isn’t fully living the gay identity he’s finally accepted…well, it’s not top priority.
After three tours, two new legs, and one long-overdue divorce, Logan has zeroed in on a single objective: a trip into Alaska’s back country, no distractions.
But fate has its own tactics, and the only pilot available to guide him looks like a recruitment ad for Alaska’s hottest unit.
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The word issued from Tillman’s lips, somehow shaky and curt all at once, and Logan grinned to himself. If he’d known how powerful this could feel, he might have explored it sooner. Years sooner. What had he missed, not accepting this part of himself? What had he given up, trying to be someone he wasn’t? Instead of nutting up and finding out who he really was? What he was capable of?
Because just this moment, with his mouth open on a rough throat, his hands filled with the thrumming heat of another man’s body. This was what he was made for. He knew because he’d never, ever been this forward. This felt like… Hell, it felt like flying. Or as close as he’d ever get to it.
He found Tillman’s belt buckle and worked it free. Smooth, no fumbling. Fuck yeah. “All right?” he breathed, barely remembering he should ask. The moment Tillman’s head nodded next his, he shoved his hand down the guy’s pants.
Slow down, soldier. Get your bearings. There was hot flesh here—lots of it—but he had no room to maneuver. With his free hand, he flicked open the button and then loosened the zipper. The resulting sigh in his ear rolled through his body like thunder. Relief. That was that sound. He breathed it in, filling his lungs with it, and then wrapped his fingers around Tillman’s dick.
Good Lord, the man was hard. He’d felt the start of it as they’d danced. As he’d teased the guy, shame on him.
Except shame was the farthest thing from his mind just now. No space for that nonsense. He was pretty damn sure Tillman was down for this and had been every step of the way. Now he just had to follow through. No fair leading the man to the brink, just to leave him hanging. Giving him a slow tug, Logan nudged his ear. “Like to taste you.”
Tillman’s breath seemed to catch, and there followed several very still seconds that poked at Logan’s confidence. Then Tillman’s arm tightened around his back. “I want your mouth where it is.”
It took him a moment to understand. “You want me to talk to you?”
“Yeah.” Tillman’s chest rose against his own. “Slow.”
He smiled. “I can make this as excruciatingly slow as you like, Mister Tillman.”
A breathy groan, then, “It’s already excruciating.”
Echoes. Oh, he liked this. This was the sort of play he could work with. The wonder was that John Tillman had been hiding it under that stony demeanor of his.
Which only begged the question: what else was he hiding?