Devon’s father sends the college student on a European tour over the Christmas holidays, but instead of being elated, Devon feels abandoned and a little frightened. Devon has a secret no one knows—one that makes the others on the tour, and especially Drew, the handsome tour guide, think he’s a spoiled brat.
When Devon is accidentally left behind on a trip to a Bavarian castle, Drew escorts him back to the hotel, though he’s getting a little fed up with his behavior. When Drew locates Devon, however, he not only discovers Devon’s secret, but he finds out that someone is trying to kill the young man. Now Drew has to find a way to protect Devon, while falling more and more in love with him.
A deep, smooth as honey voice from across the aisle caused him to jump and look around. “It’s okay, man. Don’t be scared. My father was a pilot, and he said to think of turbulence as just a bumpy dirt road you’re driving down. We’re fine.”
The owner of the voice was in the outside seat across the aisle from him, and he was tall, dark-haired and delicious, something Devon had noticed the instant the man sat down. He was gorgeous and only a couple of years older than him. As reliable as old Faithful, as soon as he spoke to him, Devon’s dick rose to the occasion, throbbing painfully. “I-I’m not scared.”
The gorgeous guy gave him a dubious look, and Devon sighed. The type of biting remark he’d usually make caught in his throat. “Okay, I’m petrified. I really hate to fly. Is that true about the bumpy road?” The plane dropped a bit, and Devon shuddered, gripping the armrests again.
“That’s what my dad said, and he always told me the truth.”
“Lucky you.”
The man looked at him oddly for a moment and then smiled. “My name is Drew Stevens. You on holiday?”
Devon was blinded for a moment by the beauty of that smile. He felt his mouth go suddenly as dry as the Sahara, but managed to say, “Hi, I’m Devon Henley. My father gave me the trip as a Christmas present.” He thought he sounded a little like Harvey Fierstein, but he hoped Drew wouldn’t notice.
“Great present, man.”
“Yeah,” he mumbled, like he really wanted it. Great idea, wasn’t it? Get rid of the stupid loser kid for the holidays. Even better if the plane goes down over the ocean. He pushed the idea away and concentrated on Drew. He was a walking wet dream. His cock up Drew’s ass would definitely get his mind off the turbulence.
“You’ll get to see a lot of beautiful country and meet a lot of great people.”
“Well, I’m not exactly a people person.”
Drew gave him another interested look. “A hot guy like you? I’d think the girls would be all over you.”
A blush started at his neck and went all the way up his face. His dick was so hard now he was surprised the blanket over his lap wasn’t tenting so the world could see. “I-uh-I’m not interested in girls, really.” God, had he said that out loud when he’d never said it before to anyone? Why the hell was he saying it to a complete stranger? He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the put down or the disgusted tone to smack him right between the eyes.
Instead, incredibly, Drew chuckled and said softly, “Neither am I, particularly.”
Devon jerked his head around to stare. Before he could respond another massive drop caused his balls to go up somewhere in the general vicinity of his throat. Images of imminent death put him off his game—like he had game.
“Oh, God, this is killing me,” he said miserably.
Drew unsnapped his seat belt and moved over to sit in the unoccupied seat next to him. “Do you mind?” he asked quietly.
“N-no, not at all,” he said, once he could speak again. Between the rough ride and the attention of the hot stud sitting next to him, he was having a hard time taking in air.
“Good. I was getting a little bored over there all by myself. The planes are mostly empty this time of year.” He tipped his head toward Devon’s bandaged wrist. “Did you fall?”
“No, car wreck. Some asshole sideswiped me into a lamp pole.” He managed to uncurl his fingers enough to raise his hand. “Compliments of the airbag.”
“Statistically you a lot less likely to be in a plane wreck that a car wreck.”
A little bell went off and the stewardess spoke again. Devon couldn’t pay attention. He was overcome by the scent coming off the gorgeous man next to him. Sort of a mixture of cologne and soap and a hint of manly sweat. Totally delicious. He wanted to bury his face in his neck and smell him all night long.
“Are you ready?”
“Huh?”
“To turn off the light? The stewardess asked people to turn off their lights so people can get a little nap. They usually let us try to sleep for a couple of hours before they serve breakfast.”
“Oh, yeah, sure.” Devon turned off his light and let his seat go back a few millimeters. “They don’t exactly make these seats comfortable, do they?”
