Six Sentence Sunday: Bitter Harvest – part 2

I forgot to mention last week that Bitter Harvest was my first try at man love 🙂  <–is very nervous.  So here’s a bit more…and this week you get names!

One taste. Just one.

He threaded his fingers through Rider’s hair and the man hissed, his mouth parting.  Sutton fisted his fingers.  His prisoner groaned, the sound hitting his gut and he wanted, he swallowed, he wanted that sarcastic mouth, to take it and stop the flow of words that had his skin on fire.

Rider’s eyes defied him.  “Scared?”

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