Description

Ryan Callister is eighteen, a virgin, and dating the smartest girl in Ridgewater. Lily is beautiful, ambitious, going places, and Ryan is pretty sure he's in love with her. The problem is, every time they get close to actually having sex, Ryan's body locks up. Not from lack of wanting. Just from fear of doing it wrong.

Then Lily invites him over to meet her dads.

Greg and Vince live in the biggest house Ryan has ever been inside. Greg is Lily's biological father, warm and friendly with a thick beard and the build of someone who's worked with his hands his entire life. Vince is his partner, an architect, six foot two with dark eyes and a body that looks like it was designed on purpose.

Ryan thinks the dinner goes fine. He's polite. He answers questions. He tries not to stare at Vince's chest in the white t-shirt that fits him like a second skin.

Then Vince catches him staring. And smiles.

What starts as an innocent pool day becomes something Ryan can't explain to himself. Vince's hand on his shoulder. The weight of it. The way his body responds to being looked at by a man who wants something from him. The word "sir" that comes out of Ryan's mouth without permission.

By the end of the week, Ryan is spending more time at Lily's house than his own. And when he's there, things happen. Things that start in the kitchen when no one's looking. Things that move to the pool, the hot tub, the bedroom at the end of the hall.

Ryan discovers he's good at something he didn't know existed.

A raw, explicit, taboo coming-of-age erotica about a boy who thought he was straight, the girlfriend who loved him anyway, and the two men who showed him exactly what he'd been missing his entire life.