Title: Ripple Effects
Series: The Deep End #3
Author: Alex Winters
Publisher: Changeling Press
Release Date: June 21, 2024
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male, Male/Male/Female (Male/Male interaction)
Length: 109 pages
Genre: Bisexual, Multisexual, & Pansexual, Gay, Multiple Partners, New Adult
Synopsis
Brady Sampson and Myer Joyner met in college, quickly bonding in their business classes and both landing gigs at nearby Global Initiatives in scenic Lost Lake, Tennessee. Combining their signing bonuses to invest in a rental house beside the lake together, the two take to being roommates the way they have every other challenge they’ve faced over the past two years — secretly pining for one another while never speaking a word about it.
That is, until their sexy new coworker, Carly Carmichael, produces an uncommonly sensual stirring in both men. When Brady invites their new neighbor over for a meet and greet, she takes him up on the offer on the one day he’s out. While she and Myer sip wine and get to know each other better, both let it slip that they have a crush on Brady, unleashing a series of events that threaten to topple everything they thought they knew about each other.
Ripple Effects (The Deep End 3)
Alex Winters
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Copyright ©2024 Alex Winters
The moonlight favored his feathery black curls, to say nothing of his frame, clad in gray gym shorts and a navy blue T-shirt with cutoff sleeves. Despite having graduated last year with a Business Degree, he probably looked just as he had back in high school: slight, taut, and fresh.
Not that it mattered to Myer, of course. He was straight as straight could be. And yet, whenever he was around Brady, he felt… different. Distracted by Brady’s features and radiant smile. Thrown by his long, almost delicate fingers and the way his ears blushed easily whenever he laughed or told an off-color story, which was more often than his preppy appearance at work might indicate.
Even now, in the wake of another great dinner together, sitting and rocking while Brady stood across from him, casually sipping his own dry Prosecco, Myer struggled for something non-ridiculous to say. Fortunately, his straight arrow, former jock, total babe magnet Brady eased the tension with one of his vaguely boring non-sequiturs. “The steak wasn’t too overdone?”
Myer grinned almost secretly to himself. Such a bro thing to say! “Actually it was perfect.” He beamed, even as he willed himself to play it cool about his new roommate cooking dinner for the two of them, like it was no big deal. “I don’t like it too rare.”
“Same,” Brady murmured, wriggling onto the waist-high railing with little to no effort, sinews and tendon in his taut arms moving together like a symphony. Somewhere on the way from cooking and cleaning up dinner to the porch, he’d kicked off the sneakers he’d worn to the grocery store, swinging his big, pale feet mesmerizingly as he wriggled to get more comfortable on the wide porch railing beneath him.
Myer had never been a foot guy. Had never understood that particular kink or fetish. Then again, he’d never seen anyone with the pure marble magnificence of Brady’s feet before, either. He struggled to keep his eyes off of them, but where else to look? Brady’s lightly haired legs, thin and lithe? The way his gray joggers clung to his junk, thick and alluring in a way it shouldn’t have been? Or his clingy navy blue T-shirt, hugging his almost concave belly as if inviting poor Myer to stare.
“Not a fan of the steamed cauliflower, though,” Brady offered casually, apparently unaware of what his barely clad form was doing to his thoroughly confused roomie. It wasn’t like Myer had never lived with guys before. College had been a blizzard of roommates, from the snoring fat ass he’d first roomed with in the freshman dorms to a revolving door of frat bro and jock types once he’d moved off-campus halfway through his sophomore year.
But this felt different. More intimate. More purposeful. Even more powerful. For one, the two had chosen to live together when they’d both gotten the promotion to the Global Initiatives Tennessee branch. Between signing bonuses and big raises, they could have easily afforded to live individually but it had only taken a single “yes” from each to agree to renting the sprawling farmhouse on Lost Lake together. Two weeks later they were all tucked in, grocery shopping together and cooking together and washing the dishes together. It should be no big thing. But from the casual and stranger-friendly work bond they’d formed back in Georgia, things had evolved here by the serene lake. Myer struggled to deny it, and no doubt Brady had not a clue as to how he felt, but he couldn’t very well lie to himself about how he felt, deep down inside, now… could he?
Alex Winters is the pseudonym of a busy restaurant manager whose curious young staff would love nothing more than to follow him around the dining room reading his steamiest, most romantic passages aloud! When not writing romantic holiday stories of various heat levels, he enjoys long walks with his wife, scary movies and smooth jazz. Visit him online to see what stories are brewing up next!
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