Nobody's Son by Shae Connor

these people”—he waved a hand toward the remaining partiers—“I do have to work tomorrow.”
    “Well, okay, then.” Con finished his own beer and swung his legs to the side of the chaise. “I think I’m gonna head out too. I’ll walk you to your cabin.”
    Shaun lifted an eyebrow. “You make me sound like a fainting damsel in distress. You know I can walk the fifty yards to my door without getting lost, right?”
    “It’s not you I’m worried about,” Con countered as he stood, slid his feet into his flip-flops, and held out a hand. “Didn’t I tell you I’m scared of the dark?”
    Shaun would have laughed again, but he couldn’t read Con’s expression, so for all he knew, it might be the truth. “Well, we can’t have you getting spooked,” he replied and pushed to his feet. After slipping into his own shoes, he hesitated only for a second before taking the hand Con had offered, and when Con’s warm fingers closed around his, he felt it all the way into his gut.
    Con walked them past the trash first, pausing so they could drop their empties into the recycling bin Jimmy had set out. Then he pushed his way out the gate, and Shaun followed across the gravel drive and toward the grouping of four cabins at the front end of the resort property—the ones in front of the “clothing optional” line. Con had been staying in cabin four, which backed up to the tree line, and Shaun was in two, which was right next door, beside the parking lot.
    The thumping music from the distant parties faded into white noise as Con led Shaun up to the front door of his cabin. Con turned to face him and brought his free hand up to settle at the side of Shaun’s neck, the tips of his long fingers brushing the sensitive skin of Shaun’s nape.
    “What I’d really love to do,” he murmured, “is take you inside, strip you bare, and touch you all over.”
    Gooseflesh popped up all over Shaun’s body, partly from Con’s light touch on his skin and partly from the words he’d spoken.
    “But I’m not going to push you,” Con went on. “I’m just going to give you a good reason to want to take another step forward.”
    He dipped down to capture Shaun’s mouth with his, teasing and light at first but quickly ramping up into something deeper. Shaun moaned and opened to Con’s questing tongue.
    A groan rumbled deep in Con’s chest, and he let go of Shaun’s hand to wrap his arm around Shaun’s waist and pull him in. Shaun slid his hands up Con’s broad chest to grip his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex under his touch.
    God, he’s hot. All that hard muscle, and Shaun could touch every bit of it he wanted to. Con would let him explore and taste and do whatever he wanted.
    If only Shaun knew what he wanted.
    As if he’d read Shaun’s thoughts, Con gentled the kiss, gradually easing off until he drew his lips away from Shaun’s. Shaun opened his eyes, not remembering when he’d closed them, to find Con’s warm brown gaze soft on him.
    “Whatever you want,” he whispered. “Whenever you’re ready.”
    He kissed Shaun one last time, just for a moment, and then he disappeared into the night.
     
     
    SHAUN YAWNED and blinked slowly as he scrolled through e-mail. He wasn’t always a big coffee drinker, but today he was extra grateful for the coffeepot Jimmy had added to the lobby. His only complaint this morning was that the Styrofoam cups were too small. He’d already finished one and was halfway through the second, and it was barely 9:00 a.m.
    Not enough coffee in the world to prepare him for the inevitable moment when the door opened and Con walked in.
    He looked good enough to eat: long, dark limbs extended forever from under his blue tank top and khaki shorts. He wore flip-flops again, probably the same ones from the night before, but today Shaun couldn’t tear his gaze away from Con’s mostly bare feet.
    I wonder if the size of some other body parts matches up?
    “You awake in there?”
    Shaun snapped