Yikes! It’s been a while. I’m currently taking an extended trip to visit family, hence my lack of posts. I’m still writing though, and I have a new one for you all.
Ryan has a dilemma. Home for the holidays, Ryan is invited by his twin uncles Elliot and Evan to join them on their snowboarding trip up in the mountains. Fresh powder and a relaxing holiday—what isn’t there to like? Except, Ryan has always had the hots for his sexy twin uncles, and being in close quarters with the objects of his fantasies is testing his self-control.
Snowbound and lusting, Ryan finds himself taking on Evan’s invitation to join him in the hot tub, only to realize that he isn’t the only one who is looking for some “rub-a-dub” fun.
Evan sat at the corner closest to the door, leaning his head back with his arms resting on the sides of the tub.
“You enjoying yourself?” I asked, stopping right behind him, looking down.
“What does it look like?” Evan grinned up at me. “How’s the game?”
“Elliot’s kicking my ass. Not that I’m surprised though. He’s got like a month of playing on me,” I said, gulping down the lump in my throat. I could see in the sloshing water that Evan only had a pair of very snug swimsuit on. I let my eyes trace down his face to his exposed shoulders and the muscular torso underwater. It wasn’t like I’d never seen them mostly naked—I thought back to the picture on my phone—but the effects were the same. I felt myself harden to half-mast.
“Wanna join me? The water’s nice.”
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit,” I answered with a shrug.
“Nah, you don’t need one.” Evan’s grin widened. “Come on, strip down and jump in.”
I hesitated. Normally I wouldn’t have said no, but the tightness in my jeans reminded me yet again of why it would be a really bad idea.
Evan got up from where he sat, and knelt one knee on the edge of the tub, his hands on his waist. Rivulet of water streamed down from his chest, over his abs before disappearing into his soggy shorts. I had to stifle a groan as my eyes followed the water rolling off his skin. The hot steam coming off the tub half-shrouded Evan’s body in a white fog, but I could still see the goose bumps forming on his arms from the chilly breeze.
He folded his arms in front of his chest and arched an eyebrow at me, challenging me.
I sighed. How could I say no, with him standing there looking like a wet Adonis?