Grey's Awakening by Cameron Dane Read Free Book Online

like rain is coming too. You might not want to wait much longer.”
    A shiver rolled through Sirus, and he suddenly realized he stood outside in an unbuttoned flannel shirt. “I won’t.” He wrapped the two halves of material around his middle. “See you in a while.”
    “Okay.” Grey stopped and turned back around. More than half in shadows, Sirus could only see one eye and sharp cheek, and the back edge of Grey’s jaw line. “One more thing,” Grey added.
    What now? “Go ahead.”
    His jaw ticked visibly, and when Grey spoke, his voice was full of grit. “You’re an amazingly talented artist, and I’d buy your work for my home any day of the week.” Grey looked down and shrugged. “Just wanted to say that. ’Night.”
    Sirus stood locked in place, watching as Grey climbed back in his boat and sped away across the water. A tremble rocked through Sirus again. This time, Sirus knew it didn’t have anything to do with the cold.

Rain blasted in a thundering sheet against the front of the cabin, stamping a relentless beat into the windows and wood. The power had gone out long ago. A blazing fire roared in the fireplace, but Sirus could not settle down. He knew why too.
    Greyson Cole.
    The man sat on the couch with his laptop in hand, an external battery allowing him to go right on working without a pause. The fire and a half-dozen kerosene lanterns cast the entire living room in a soft glow, cast Grey in a soft glow, and Sirus couldn’t keep his cock down to save his life. He stood by the window, forced himself to watch the rainstorm putting on a show outside, and tried to ignore the silhouette of Grey he could see out of the corner of his eye.
    Fuck, though, the guy was so damn sexy, and Sirus hadn’t been with a man in over two years. He’d done a lot of yanking on his dick during that time, and he had a handful of toys for when he craved feeling something inside him. Playing with himself satisfied the physical need for release, but it didn’t stop the craving for companionship … or for something more. Sirus had learned how to cope with the wanting, and he even understood it had its place. He also knew he had a tendency to pick men who would not stand up and be with him out in the open. After his last break-up, he swore he would never again pursue someone who wouldn’t be out and equal with him. Sirus had a damn good feeling that included Greyson Cole.
    Sirus was an adult, and he knew how to control his physical needs and desires. As attractive as Grey was, Sirus could easily share a cabin with him and not be overly tempted. That was, until Grey had to go let that slip of vulnerability show through earlier today and mess with Sirus’s head. How could Sirus have complete disdain for someone so clearly alone that he almost attacked in his need to prove he had people who cared about him? And beyond that, to stop himself and compliment Sirus’s art, when he so clearly wanted to get the hell off Sirus’s side of the lake, burrowed its way under Sirus’s skin and wouldn’t let him go.
    His attention strayed Grey’s way again. He latched his gaze onto the solid frame of the man, watching Grey as he focused so intensely on whatever project he had open on his laptop. Grey had his feet kicked up on the coffee table, his legs stretched out, covered in dark denim, his feet bare. The man looked sexy when he worked. Sirus rubbed one of his own bare feet against the other, his toes curling at the curious intimacy of them both, together, without shoes and socks. It made Sirus think he had every right to walk over to Grey, extricate the laptop from his hands, and sink into a deep, distracting kiss. He would settle in on Grey’s lap, straddle him, lean in close, and rub his ass against Grey’s dick.
    Sirus would tease the hard ridge of flesh until they tore each other’s jeans down and, with a cry, Sirus impaled himself on Grey’s cock. He bit down a moan, almost able to feel the claiming right where he