I’ve spent my entire life in a small town with small-minded people. Willow Grove isn’t exactly open to men of my persuasion — those who prefer other men. Then I saw Victor, and was instantly drawn to him… finding out he’s a vampire should send me running scared, but how can I turn my back on the only man who makes me feel alive?
**NOTE: This is a short novella and an insta-love story. This novella has an updated cover for 2020, and the content has slightly changed.
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Copyright ©2020 Dulce Dennison
I couldn’t believe my luck. The most gorgeous man I’d ever seen had just walked into Sam’s Place, a bar not exactly known as a hangout for gay couples. So why was tall, dark, and yummy smiling and heading my way? I was glad I’d worn my blue button-down shirt with my jeans, knowing the color matched my eyes.
As the man approached, I looked him over from head to toe, lingering on his broad, sculpted chest and flat stomach. I wasn’t exactly short at 5’10”, but this man topped me by several inches. Just thinking of having that large, hard body pressed against mine as he fucked me was enough to make me hard.
I shifted on the barstool, my cock now pressing against the front of my pants. I was uncomfortable, but in a good way.
The man’s smile widened as he stopped in front of me, obviously having noticed my frank appraisal.
“Like what you see?” he asked in a deep, rumbling voice.
“Oh yeah.” I immediately flushed, not believing I’d just said that aloud. Clearing my throat, I nodded toward the bartender. “Can I buy you a beer?”
“Sounds good. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“Hey, Scott, bring another Corona with a slice of lime,” I shouted to my friend.
Scott smiled and nodded. Noticing the man standing in front of me, he winked.
“I’m Victor,” the man said, holding out his hand.
I shook it and smiled. “Will.”
He slid onto the barstool next to mine. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” I took a sip of my beer. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. Are you visiting?”
“Actually, I just moved here. I accepted a position at Hankins & Wilson.”
My eyes widened. “You’re a lawyer?”
He laughed. “Yeah, why? You have a thing against lawyers?”
“No, it’s just… you seem a little young to be a lawyer. So, what do you think of Willow Grove so far?”
“Quaint. It’s part of what drew me here. I miss small town charm.”
“You’re from a small town?”
Scott brought Victor’s beer, opened it and set it down in front of him. As Victor took a swallow, I watched his throat muscles work and felt my cock throb.
“I grew up in a small town outside of Dallas; no place I’m sure you’ve heard of. Population three-hundred.”
“Wow, and I thought Willow Grove was bad with nine-hundred.”
He smiled. “It just gets better and better, that’s for sure.”
I returned his smile and wondered if he was after something long term, or just a one-night stand. I wasn’t really a one-night stand type of guy, but I might be willing to make an exception for him. All I knew was that I wanted him. I’d never been so fiercely attracted to a man before in my life.
“I’d have to agree.”
Victor tipped his head toward the door. “Want to get out of here?”
I hopped off the barstool. “I’d love to.”
Dulce Dennison 