But We're Bros! Series by Heath Grayson

Two friends hiking alone in the woods – what happens on the trail stays on the trail.I've considered Jett a good bro of mine for the last few years. We met because our girlfriends are friends, and honestly, he was the best guy I knew to be dragged on double dates with. When they invited us to go on a hiking trip with them, it was an easy yes. The four of us were so in sync.I guess I didn't realize that Jett and I were more in sync than the girls were with us... moreTwo friends hiking alone in the woods – what happens on the trail stays on the trail.I've considered Jett a good bro of mine for the last few years. We met because our girlfriends are friends, and honestly, he was the best guy I knew to be dragged on double dates with. When they invited us to go on a hiking trip with them, it was an easy yes. The four of us were so in sync.I guess I didn't realize that Jett and I were more in sync than the girls were with us. After a single pre-dawn hike, the ladies decided they'd rather sleep in, leaving Jett and me to traverse the mountain alone in the early morning darkness. Being alone with him in the wilderness made me nervous but excited. I never even considered my nerves might be from how his golden-brown eyes sparkled in the light or how perfect his ass looked in his hiking pants.My nerves made more sense when we reached the summit, and Jett decided to take an intimate break by himself in the brush. I couldn't believe he would do that with me sitting only a few feet away, but I also couldn't help but watchThinking about hiking alone with him the following day had me feeling even more excited and nervous. I just hope what happens on the trail stays on the trail. less

Two guys camping alone – firelight, whisky, and loosened belts.I needed to get away from the city to spend a weekend in the great outdoors. The only problem is I had no idea what I was doing. The obvious answer was taking my good bro Ewan. My large, brawny, lumberjack-ish, and ruggedly handsome good bro Ewan. The big, hairy, bearded man would be perfect for teaching a city dweller like me how to rough it.I would never have guessed Ewan and I would get so close on this trip... moreTwo guys camping alone – firelight, whisky, and loosened belts.I needed to get away from the city to spend a weekend in the great outdoors. The only problem is I had no idea what I was doing. The obvious answer was taking my good bro Ewan. My large, brawny, lumberjack-ish, and ruggedly handsome good bro Ewan. The big, hairy, bearded man would be perfect for teaching a city dweller like me how to rough it.I would never have guessed Ewan and I would get so close on this trip. He's usually quiet and reserved, but a few whiskies and a campfire really get him talking. I even learned first-hand, or heard, how he puts himself to sleep at night, as he took matters into his own hand alone in his tent.Everything about Ewan is enormous, especially his hands. Hearing him tend his needs that first night made me uncomfortable. Not what he was doing, I'm a guy too after all, but I imagined his large, calloused, workman's hands delicately, yet powerfully handling himself. It was something I didn't know I wanted to experience for myself. Maybe a few more logs on the fire and whiskies in our bellies, and I can take matters into my own hands, too. less

Frat Brothers with issues – not all of them need clothes to resolve.My fraternity brother Asher can be a real dick. He's constantly harping on the fact that I don't sleep around like he does. He can't know that I'm into guys because I'm not even sure I am myself. I know he gets so many girls because he's gorgeous, with his perfect smooth six-pack, tight bubble butt, and a smile that must be contributing to global warming... moreFrat Brothers with issues – not all of them need clothes to resolve.My fraternity brother Asher can be a real dick. He's constantly harping on the fact that I don't sleep around like he does. He can't know that I'm into guys because I'm not even sure I am myself. I know he gets so many girls because he's gorgeous, with his perfect smooth six-pack, tight bubble butt, and a smile that must be contributing to global warming.He's my Little, so I have to see him all the time, including when he comes to talk to me fresh out of the shower, water still beading in the crevasses of his abs, and his towel wrapped around his neck. It's hard to focus on anything.Tonight, when he admitted he wanted to be my Little because I was the only other non-straight guy in the frat, I nearly passed out. How did he know about that? What else does he know about me? I definitely don't want to find out, do I? Especially not tonight, with him being as drunk and horny as he seems. less

Old college buddies who like to tailgate – big trucks, big parties, big … dudes.I always loved tailgating with my bro Rob – it’s one of the only places we can feel free to bro-out and just be guys. He’s one of my old college roommates and the only one to go to as many games as possible with me. Rob can be an aggressive jerk, but he's a big softie under his intimidating persona and muscular build.Rob’s large presence is comforting, whether in a bar fight or with a tight bro-hug... moreOld college buddies who like to tailgate – big trucks, big parties, big … dudes.I always loved tailgating with my bro Rob – it’s one of the only places we can feel free to bro-out and just be guys. He’s one of my old college roommates and the only one to go to as many games as possible with me. Rob can be an aggressive jerk, but he's a big softie under his intimidating persona and muscular build.Rob’s large presence is comforting, whether in a bar fight or with a tight bro-hug. My ex and I broke up two years ago, and I gotta admit that having him keep me company and help me through it has been great. It made me realize he’s basically my best friend, which makes sense since we were the closest of the guys we used to live with. Not to mention how much we have in common, including our very similar tastes in women.We were at a tailgate when we found out a former co-ed had a very lucrative online profile. Both of us always thought she was hot and knew we had to look her up. We decided to watch her videos in his oversized truck - together. If I thought the size of Rob’s truck was compensating for something, I was sorely mistaken. I hope doing that doesn’t mess with our friendship, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sort of like it. I wonder if tailgating with Rob will ever be the same? less

Longtime friend takes control in his dorm room – RAs always have the authority.I’ve known David my whole life. We went to school together from kindergarten till university, where we’re both currently seniors. He’s this overly optimistic goody-goody, class president, president of the LGBTQI+ Alliance, an RA – the kind of clean-cut guy parents and teachers love. That’s who I thought David was. Until one day, alone in my room, I came across a video of him, naked and enjoying himself... moreLongtime friend takes control in his dorm room – RAs always have the authority.I’ve known David my whole life. We went to school together from kindergarten till university, where we’re both currently seniors. He’s this overly optimistic goody-goody, class president, president of the LGBTQI+ Alliance, an RA – the kind of clean-cut guy parents and teachers love. That’s who I thought David was. Until one day, alone in my room, I came across a video of him, naked and enjoying himself. It was shocking. I never knew my old friend had such a mean streak, or what a cash master was.Seeing David take his clothes off, revealing that tall, smooth, muscular body below his clean-shaven, handsome face, and his signature black, thick-framed glasses, brought some, uh, things up. But how he talked to his followers and ordered them to send him money … had me taking matters into my own hand. Watching David command, demand and degrade had me sweating, and throbbing. I never saw myself as submissive, but David’s total domination, perfect body, and large hanging assets left me a wet sticky mess.The clarity that came after, along with the discomfort with what I’d just done watching my oldest friend, made me want to take David down a peg. He wasn’t this wholesome paragon of the community; he was demanding men send him money online and degrading them while doing it! I’m sure it’s all an act. It must be, right? No one who’s that much of a goody-goody could ever really be like that in real life. I hope my plan to expose him goes well. What’s the worst that can happen? less

Rowdy roommates get up to mischief alone in their apartment – all in good, hard, dripping fun. I’ve lived with Riley since the first year of college. We got on great and were never shy with one another. We were the guys to pants each other at the bar, pretend to hump the friend who passed out on the couch, and never cared who happened to be in the buff. We always liked to mess around, watch some stuff, make ourselves feel good. It was bro stuff. Guy fun... moreRowdy roommates get up to mischief alone in their apartment – all in good, hard, dripping fun. I’ve lived with Riley since the first year of college. We got on great and were never shy with one another. We were the guys to pants each other at the bar, pretend to hump the friend who passed out on the couch, and never cared who happened to be in the buff. We always liked to mess around, watch some stuff, make ourselves feel good. It was bro stuff. Guy fun.Riley and I decided to move into an apartment together after graduation, and keep that vibe going. Living with him has ensured I’m never ever board. My ex-jock build is bigger and beefier than his lithe, six-pack laden swimmer’s body. I’m taller, and thicker than him – all around. But we have fun. Always have.When the pandemic hit we found ourselves working from our cramped two-bedroom apartment. It didn’t take long to revert to our old college habits, and enjoy some spicy entertainment together in the shared living room. What was an occasional distraction turned into a nightly ritual. And when that ritual became more … mutual, it only added to the fun.Now that we’re out more often, going to bars again, and bringing girls home, our mutual ritual hasn’t changed. If I’m honest I look forward to coming home from the office and spending that time with him. He’s still working from the apartment, so the look of excitement on his face when I walk through the door makes me happy to see my bro in ways I didn’t think I would experience. I do have a feeling he wants to take it to another level. I don’t know how I’d feel about that, but with Riley, it’s never not fun. less

Working at a country club means there are a lot of long, hard things to play with, and balls to cleanTo say I was surprised when I found out Austin’s family owned a country club wouldn’t be an understatement – he’s not the preppy type. He looks like a big brooding muscle jock, with a big hairy chest and bigger arms. Once you get to know him, you realize he’s a big goofball who can’t take anything seriously... moreWorking at a country club means there are a lot of long, hard things to play with, and balls to cleanTo say I was surprised when I found out Austin’s family owned a country club wouldn’t be an understatement – he’s not the preppy type. He looks like a big brooding muscle jock, with a big hairy chest and bigger arms. Once you get to know him, you realize he’s a big goofball who can’t take anything seriously. I gladly accepted when he offered to help get me a summer job at the club after our junior year. He’s taller and more muscular, but I look the part. I’m in great shape, I have buzzed blond hair and blue eyes, and I’ve played golf since I was little.We got drinks at the club’s bar one night after our shift ended. The bartender left and told Austin to close up. I found out that not only could he be serious when needed, but he was a damn good friend too. Before I took a cab home, I ended up telling him some stories about myself that I had never told anyone else before.Things changed between us after that night. Not in a bad way. If anything, it felt like Austin wanted to hang out more, not less. And the way he acted towards me at work – bumping into me, grabbing my ass for a laugh – if I didn’t know him better, I’d think he was flirting. I never felt that energy from a guy before. It was weird but not wholly unwelcome. It kind of came to a head when we were cleaning the men’s locker room. Let me just say every part of him matches his thick body. The vibe I got looking at each other had me feeling he might want to do more than flirting. Not sure how I feel about that, but just like on the course, sometimes you gotta play through. less

Beach house with the bros – bar hopping, nude keg stands, truth or dared to put that, there.The plan was to get a shore house with a couple of my buddies for the summer. It’s been a few years since we graduated, and since most of us still live at home, it felt like the perfect way to get some independence back. I guess it worked if independence means doing keg stands in the buff while a bunch of your bros cheer and take pics. It was stupid fun, too stupid for our age, but still fun... moreBeach house with the bros – bar hopping, nude keg stands, truth or dared to put that, there.The plan was to get a shore house with a couple of my buddies for the summer. It’s been a few years since we graduated, and since most of us still live at home, it felt like the perfect way to get some independence back. I guess it worked if independence means doing keg stands in the buff while a bunch of your bros cheer and take pics. It was stupid fun, too stupid for our age, but still fun. That is until Jace’s turn.I’d known Jace for years. He didn’t go to our school, but he was over enough to feel like he did. When the other guys hoisted him up and I saw his front, I lost my breath. I knew Jace was in good shape, but damn. And the dangling parts that jostled and swayed as he chugged … the image stuck with me until late that night.The next day we decided to play truth or dare, making me feel like I was hanging out with a bunch of freshmen. One of my boys asks Jace who he’d switch teams for. The guy could have said any man in the world, but he said me. I was flustered and blurted out I agreed. The guys couldn’t stop laughing and started daring us to do things no two 24-year-old straight guys ever would. I’m embarrassed, but worse, I didn’t hate it. It made me wonder what kind of dares we would come up with on our own. As much as I hate to admit it, I know I’d only ever choose dares alone with Jace. less

Skater dudes alone in the park at night – sleek hot muscle gliding, grinding, and railing.This has to be the worst week of my life. Found out my girl cheated on me, got kicked out of my apartment, and now I’m back living with my mom and her dickhead husband. Instead of fighting with them again, I took my old skateboard and snuck out to skate. Sneaking out was easier than it used to be. A lot has changed with me since I lived here, including how I packed on muscle... moreSkater dudes alone in the park at night – sleek hot muscle gliding, grinding, and railing.This has to be the worst week of my life. Found out my girl cheated on me, got kicked out of my apartment, and now I’m back living with my mom and her dickhead husband. Instead of fighting with them again, I took my old skateboard and snuck out to skate. Sneaking out was easier than it used to be. A lot has changed with me since I lived here, including how I packed on muscle. Not that my deep cut abs or strong chest helped me sneak out, but my big arms, and thick legs did make scaling the roof easier.The park was closed for the night, but that had never stopped my friends or me before. I hopped on the half-pipe and face-planted. After the week I had, I screamed into the night. I didn’t give one single eff if the people who lived across the park could hear me. Or maybe I did since I almost jumped out of my damn skin when a voice returned my frustrated scream. Walking out of the shadows was Ace, one of my best friends. We hadn’t so much as spoken in at least two years, and I was glad to see him. Maybe one thing about this terrible week might be about to go right.We had a lot of catching up to do, him more than me since he was the a-hole who moved away. Especially since he looked to have packed on more muscle than I did. I couldn’t help but notice how big his chest and arms looked, like they were ready to rip his tight shirt in half. Even his bubble butt looked more muscular. Ace brought up the last party we went to and how he … helped me out alone in the backyard. The memory stirred things in places I’d rather not mention. I told him how hard it was to get some personal relief being back at home. He knows how bad it sucks to be so backed up, so Ace offered to … help me out again. Any other week I’d tell him he’s being weird and to get the eff outta here with that. But this week? With everything going on, I don’t know if I have the will, or desire, to turn him down. less

Are there other ways to use muscular bodies when doing manliness-testing obstacle course races?Alex is my friend Chris’s boy. I met him when we started doing obstacle courses together. At first, I was a little intimidated by him – 6’3”, large and hulking but perfectly sculpted body, and a face cut from marble. But he’s a good guy, and I enjoyed hanging out with him. It was especially cool doing so well on obstacle courses because he was on our team. The man is a beast and dedicated to a fault... moreAre there other ways to use muscular bodies when doing manliness-testing obstacle course races?Alex is my friend Chris’s boy. I met him when we started doing obstacle courses together. At first, I was a little intimidated by him – 6’3”, large and hulking but perfectly sculpted body, and a face cut from marble. But he’s a good guy, and I enjoyed hanging out with him. It was especially cool doing so well on obstacle courses because he was on our team. The man is a beast and dedicated to a fault.I was looking forward to getting to know him better at the Panhellenic Race - a two-day obstacle course and charity. The flights were stupidly expensive, so we decided to rent an RV and make the drive. I shared a bed with Alex, while Chris and his other buddy had the other. It was fine until I woke up with something poking me in the back. I knew what it was and was thankful he rolled over when he realized. I got a quick glance as Alex got out of bed, and I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that a guy like him is built like that.Ever since that morning, Alex and I have had this weirdness. I hope he didn’t realize I was standing at attention too, or that it was because of him. Maybe he did since he’s been talking to me all day, much more than the other guys. Not that I mind the added attention, but it is intimidating coming from the big man. If we get the chance to be alone, maybe I’ll find out. less

Gym bros pumping iron on the floor … and something else in the locker room shower.Chase is a hell of a guy. We met as interns and have kept in touch through the years. I started seeing him more often after he turned me onto the wonders of 24-hour gyms. Having a place to work out whenever I wanted really helped with my physical and, let’s be honest, mental health. Chase seemed to be on the same crazy time-crunched schedule as I was, so we started carpooling... moreGym bros pumping iron on the floor … and something else in the locker room shower.Chase is a hell of a guy. We met as interns and have kept in touch through the years. I started seeing him more often after he turned me onto the wonders of 24-hour gyms. Having a place to work out whenever I wanted really helped with my physical and, let’s be honest, mental health. Chase seemed to be on the same crazy time-crunched schedule as I was, so we started carpooling. Plus, it’s great having someone to talk to while working out in an abandoned gym in the middle of the night. If you’re serious about keeping fit, you need a gym bro to spot you, push you, and compare your body and progress against.I have a demanding job and a more demanding family. With my current living situation, any kind of personal time is impossible. The little time I do have is sacred to me. And that includes all types of personal time. I’m a man and have needs. One of those needs is giving a certain part of my body a workout of its own in the gym shower. Gotta take it where I can get it.I was taking too long in the shower, even for me, when Chase popped his head in to see what was up. It was right at the last second, and he watched my strong finish. When I say I finished strong, it was like winning gold at the Olympics – one of the best in recent memory. Maybe it was because I knew he liked what he saw, or just the fact that he saw me at all. The idea of being watched has always been appealing. The car ride home is going to be awkward as hell. Especially considering the look he gave me before disappearing. I wonder if he wants a repeat performance? Is it weird that I kinda hope he does? less

Bros alone on the open water – plenty of wet, gushing, salty fun to be had.My buddy Wade is a solid guy. Maybe a little gruff, but I enjoy his company. We were really close when we were younger, but after I went to college and he got a job at a marina, we hung out less. When I lost my job and my girlfriend, he asked me if I wanted to help take his boss’s old boat down to Miami. It would take a few weeks, and he proposed it as a sort of vacation... moreBros alone on the open water – plenty of wet, gushing, salty fun to be had.My buddy Wade is a solid guy. Maybe a little gruff, but I enjoy his company. We were really close when we were younger, but after I went to college and he got a job at a marina, we hung out less. When I lost my job and my girlfriend, he asked me if I wanted to help take his boss’s old boat down to Miami. It would take a few weeks, and he proposed it as a sort of vacation. It isn’t what I would call much of a holiday, being used to some of the nicer things in life. I got a good severance, so why not enjoy some time on the water with my bro?The first morning I woke up and saw Wade laying out in the sun on the deck ... in the buff. He wasn’t sunbathing, but he was keeping himself quite busy. I had never thought of my friend that way, but watching him, his sun-kissed golden skin, the sparking droplets of water on his chest hair, and his more than impressive manly mast, I started to keep myself busy too. After that, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. There was just something so alluring about the man – his muscles, his gruff but kind nature, his hairy chest, and the way he filled out the front and back of his swimming trunks.Part of the job is to clean the old boat up, and in doing so we found a stash of his boss’s racy old VHS tapes. We popped one in as a joke, but we weren’t laughing for long. Soon, Wade was the one who couldn’t keep his eyes off the obvious mast in my thin bathing suit. I offered him a closer look, and, well, let’s just say the rest of the voyage at sea is shaping up to be one of the best cruises I’ve ever been on. I just hope that when we make it to port, our friendship makes landfall with us. less

Sharing a tent with your bro on a road trip is bound to be a good, hard, fun timeMy frat bros and I decided to delay adulthood by one more month after graduation and take a great American road trip. We all love to camp and don’t mind bargain motels, so it was set to be fun and cheap. I didn’t think Jason’s insatiable nature would be an issue. He’s the kind of guy that needs it all the time and has an ever-growing list of female friends who love to spend the night... moreSharing a tent with your bro on a road trip is bound to be a good, hard, fun timeMy frat bros and I decided to delay adulthood by one more month after graduation and take a great American road trip. We all love to camp and don’t mind bargain motels, so it was set to be fun and cheap. I didn’t think Jason’s insatiable nature would be an issue. He’s the kind of guy that needs it all the time and has an ever-growing list of female friends who love to spend the night. He’s also six feet of solid ex-jock muscle with a hairy chest, incredibly handsome face, and the kind of voice that can melt steel.Early in the trip, we arrived too late at our motel, and they only had one room available. Doug and Mark shared a bed, and I shared one with Jason. It wasn’t a big deal until I woke up to the bed slightly shaking. I was already in the mood from the dream I was having, but knowing what Jason was doing next to me took it to a whole other level. I pictured him next to me alone – and then us together. Even if it did go against my cardinal rule to never be into my friends that way, I couldn’t help but join in. He didn’t seem to mind.Now I’m worried about the rest of the trip. Not only will I be driving clear across the country with Jason and our two other best friends, but we’re supposed to share a tent. The one we got is so small we might as well be cuddling. My private plans for this trip are already difficult. I don’t see how I can manage them while keeping down a different kind of tent every time I sleep next to Jason. I hope it doesn’t make the trip, or myself, harder than it has to be. less

Muscular military men in tight quarters – something, or someone, is bound to go down. I had always wanted to fly, and after some dumbass decisions on my part, I wasn’t pissed that I had to join the Air Force. The only issue is, for as technically welcoming as the US armed forces have become, it’s still annoying to come out. Dating is out of the question, and you can only hog the last stall in the bathroom so many times. But a guy has needs, you know? It can get pretty hard... moreMuscular military men in tight quarters – something, or someone, is bound to go down. I had always wanted to fly, and after some dumbass decisions on my part, I wasn’t pissed that I had to join the Air Force. The only issue is, for as technically welcoming as the US armed forces have become, it’s still annoying to come out. Dating is out of the question, and you can only hog the last stall in the bathroom so many times. But a guy has needs, you know? It can get pretty hard. Especially when one of the guys you’re bunking with in the barracks is exactly your type.Stryker had the top bunk next to mine in basic. We bonded over our love of all things aerospace in boot camp and were happy to be assigned to the same room on base. It’s been great, except that he’s so hot I can hardly focus when he’s around. It doesn’t help that he’s the kind of guy who thinks that people in the military should have no shame about being in the buff all the damn time. Stryker’s muscular frame, jet black hair, and deep blue eyes make me do stupid things. Like, stare at him slack-jawed and drooling after he's come in from a run, totally stripped off and sweaty, chugging water at the sink.Then there’s the fact that I haven’t had physical contact with another human being for so long that I can’t even remember the last time. I let my fantasies of Stryker get the best of me and decided to do something risky. With great risk comes great reward, right? Or so I thought. Sometimes you’re just left with a bad taste in your mouth. I need to make sure it doesn’t impact my career. Victory can come in even the tightest of places, after all. less

Helping the hot dad next door alone in his basement – better not wake the neighborhood I wasn’t supposed to live alone in this house, but here I am. It was pretty terrible until my new next-door neighbor, Andrew, invited me for a few beers in his garage. After a while, I felt better about my predicament and started really valuing Andrew’s friendship. He’s the kind of guy that spends time watching hockey, working on his car in his garage, or watching a game in his basement man cave... moreHelping the hot dad next door alone in his basement – better not wake the neighborhood I wasn’t supposed to live alone in this house, but here I am. It was pretty terrible until my new next-door neighbor, Andrew, invited me for a few beers in his garage. After a while, I felt better about my predicament and started really valuing Andrew’s friendship. He’s the kind of guy that spends time watching hockey, working on his car in his garage, or watching a game in his basement man cave. He’s a young dad and seems to have gotten a head start on the whole being an adult thing. No one would say he has a dad-bod. Muscular, hairy chest, big arms and shoulders, and thick legs to hold it all up. The dude is built and has a dimpled smile to go with it.One morning, as I was getting into the shower, I couldn’t help but notice him outside mowing his lawn. I was fascinated by the way the sweat trickled down his hairy chest or how his legs strained pushing the mower around. I watched until he went to take a drink from his hose. It ended up spilling all over him, plastering his gym shorts to his body like cling wrap. It revealed a lot more of my neighbor than I’d ever seen before.I got in the shower and decided I was due for a little personal time. I conjured visions from the internet I had seen the night before, but Andrew kept popping up in my head. Mostly his chronically unshaven dimpled smile. When it was time for me to finish, I could only picture Andrew’s body with the water cascading down and what it revealed in his shorts. I’m supposed to hang out with him in his basement later. I hope there are no remnants of my shower-time indiscretion on my face. And that he’s wearing more clothes. less

“… The way he’d been taking care of me. How he was so strong yet so laid back at the same time. We could have died out here if I had been with anyone else. That we still could wasn’t lost on me, either.” - OllieI love nature. I go camping with some buddies at least once a year. It’s great to drink and eat our faces off out of doors. One of my best bros, Hunter, is more into hiking, whitewater rafting, mountain climbing—all of that... more“… The way he’d been taking care of me. How he was so strong yet so laid back at the same time. We could have died out here if I had been with anyone else. That we still could wasn’t lost on me, either.” - OllieI love nature. I go camping with some buddies at least once a year. It’s great to drink and eat our faces off out of doors. One of my best bros, Hunter, is more into hiking, whitewater rafting, mountain climbing—all of that. He makes it sound like he’s ready to live off the land permanently. I think he just likes to show off. So, when Hunter said all I do is “glamping” in front of our friends, I had to prove him wrong.His “camping” adventures sound much more intense than what I’m used to, but I would never tell him that. I know he thinks of himself as this self-sufficient mountain man. And, yeah, he’s tall, muscular, rough, and rugged, with deep respect and appreciation for nature. His thick body and insane strength have always come naturally to him. But I’m just as tall and built, and I’ve got the manly hairy chest, which should count for something.I shouldn't have agreed when he challenged me to come along on his next hiking trip to Alaska. It was my fault we got lost and everything fell apart. It’s hard for me to accept help from anyone, but I had to. It was harder to accept sharing a sleeping bag for warmth. A few things came up that first night, and I’m afraid more will arise if we continue cuddling in our underwear. At this point, I just want to get out of the woods before we do something stupid.Erotic romance novella set in the woods with hurt/comfort and a HEA. less

"If you both like what you've got going on, you’re just a few drinks away from making a huge mistake." - KaneI recently moved to the big city to start a new life. I love it, except for how hard it is to make friends here. Most guys I’ve met on the apps don’t want to hang out a second time. Thankfully I've made connections with my coworkers. Namely, a bouncer at the bar where I work named Kane.A few years older than me, Kane is a tough-as-nails and straight-as-an-arrow ex-marine... more"If you both like what you've got going on, you’re just a few drinks away from making a huge mistake." - KaneI recently moved to the big city to start a new life. I love it, except for how hard it is to make friends here. Most guys I’ve met on the apps don’t want to hang out a second time. Thankfully I've made connections with my coworkers. Namely, a bouncer at the bar where I work named Kane.A few years older than me, Kane is a tough-as-nails and straight-as-an-arrow ex-marine. He can be grumpy but doesn’t let that get in the way of having fun. I enjoy working with him, but there’s only one problem–I am so attracted to the man that it physically hurts. He's exactly my type. Big and hairy in all the right proportions with ice-blue eyes, and a smile that can melt steel. He’s not shy in the staff changing room, either. And from the looks of it–he has no reason to be.The more I try to hang out with new people, the more I find myself spending time with my coworkers. But the more time I spend with Kane, the more time I want to spend with him, in a not-exactly professional manner.I don’t know if he knows how hopelessly into him I am, but the way he’s been clinging to me all night has me thinking he does. Now I just need to keep my wits about me at the afterparty, or I might let my feelings slip and turn work into an awkward nightmare.The first full-length novel from author Heath Grayson sees new bartender Blake fall for the gruff and grumpy bouncer Kane. A slow burn, humorous romance with a few bumps and a HEA. less