Actor Matt Bishop just landed the part of a lifetime. The only downside is Vince Pierce, the biggest name in Hollywood and his co-star, can't stand the sight of him. When they jet off to a tropical island, Matt has trouble containing a growing lust. Could Vince be hiding something? And why is he so jumpy at...
Actor Matt Bishop just landed the part of a lifetime. The only downside is Vince Pierce, the biggest name in Hollywood and his co-star, can't stand the sight of him. When they jet off to a tropical island, Matt has trouble containing a growing lust. Could Vince be hiding something? And why is he so jumpy at the mention of the full moon?
WARNING: This 6,000 word story contains hot, untamed trysts on beaches, and beautiful men struggling with their desires.
Excerpt for ADULTS ONLY:
"Vince, wait," I yelled. He stood at the water's edge, gentle waves lapping at his ankles. I jogged over to him, my bare feet slipping in the sand. He seemed frantic, looking up and down the beach as if uncertain which way to go.
"What is it?" I asked, reaching to put a hand on his shoulder. He flinched and backed away from me. His eyes were wide with fear as he looked at me.
"You really have to go," he said, his voice insistent. This wasn't him being annoyed with me. He was begging.
"Why?" I asked. "I thought you liked me. I mean, we just-"
"God, you have no idea," he said. "But you need to leave. It's not safe."
"What isn't safe?" I asked, feeling I was close to the real problem. "I'm not going anywhere unless you talk to me."
The beach lit up as the moon broke through a few stray clouds. I could see Vince clearly now. He was watching me with fear and lust written on his face. His eyes seemed to glow with an unnatural fire. I could have sworn they were hazel, but they looked golden, almost yellow, in the moonlight.
"Just…tell me," I said. "You can trust me."
Vince gave an inhuman growl and pounced on me. He bit and licked my neck neck as his hands clawed at my pants. That was certainly a mood swing. I was fine with it, though, if it meant we got to finish what we'd started. I undid my jeans and put my arms around him. He didn't seem interested in taking it slow, however.
"I need you. Now," Vince said, ripping my pants off me and grabbing my thighs. Suddenly, my knees were pushed into my chest as he dove in headfirst.
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