First Impressions published by Blackout Books January 25th
Two years ago I made a mistake, a big one and then I threw in a couple more just for good measure. I screwed up my life big time but I made it through. I was lucky.
Then I was given the opportunity for a fresh start. Two years in Auckland, NZ, ‘The City of Sails’. Away from the LA gossip, a chance to breathe, to get my life back together.
I grabbed it and packed my new set of golden rules with me.
I don’t do relationships.
I don’t do commitment.
I don’t do white picket fences.
And I especially don’t do arrogant, holier-than-thou, smoking hot K9 officers who walk into my ER and rock my world.
The only thing I know for certain about Dr. Michael Oliver is the guy is an arrogant, untrustworthy player, and I’d barely survived the last one of those in my life. Once was more than enough.
The man might be gorgeous but my eleven-year-old daughter takes number one priority and I won’t risk her being hurt, again. I’m a solo dad, a K9 cop and a son to pain in the ass, bigoted parents.
I don’t have time for games.
I don’t have time for taking chances.
I don’t have time for more complications in my life.
And I sure as hell don’t have time for the infuriating Dr. Michael Oliver, however damn sexy he is.
Josh was forced to take the only seat left, directly opposite Oliver. Of course, it was. His gaze slid over the man, an irritating reminder of just how fit the doctor was. In a pair of tight washed jeans and a black, button-down shirt he was hard to take your eyes off.
Josh watched as Mark made it his mission to educate the doctor on the finer points of rugby.
The two were huddled over beer coasters and scraps of paper, laughing and heads bumping. He found the whole thing increasingly irritating for reasons he wasn’t prepared to analyze. God, he really did need to get laid.
On one occasion, when he lifted his beer and glanced across, he found Michael’s gaze locked on his mouth and there was heat in his eyes, lots and lots of heat. Caught staring, the doctor never even flinched, just raised his water in salute and Josh’s cock had twitched to life.
For crap’s sake. It didn’t seem to matter how much he tried to ignore the man, Oliver simply turned him on like a fucking switch. The guy was a menace to Josh’s self-control.
So, he swallowed hard and got to his feet to head home. It was either that or drag the good doctor out back and nail his ass against the wall. But of course, it was never going to be that easy. Barely out of his chair and his best friend suddenly decided he needed to visit his sister and could Josh drop Michael back at his apartment, seeing as it was on his way. All said with a shit-eating grin, the fucker.
So, here they were, again. Oliver cracked the passenger door and got in smelling of musky body wash and some kind of citrus cologne that made Josh’s mouth water. His jeans rode tight on his thighs, stretching sinfully as he settled into the leather and ran his fingers through his damp hair.
“So, here we are again, officer.”
Michael reached between them to fasten his seatbelt, brushing hands with Josh who was busy doing the same. The contact sent every one of Josh’s nerve endings on high alert and it was all he could do not to shut the man’s irritating mouth with his own. He sighed and started the car, pulling out into traffic. This stupidity had to stop.
Oliver turned to face him with a curious look.
Josh continued. “You’re a good ball player and I get they want you on the team. So, seeing as we’re gonna be spending time together, as teammates, can we just cut out this crap between us and start again?”
Oliver went quiet then turned away to stare out the front windscreen. “Okay, done.”
Josh rolled his eyes. “Just like that?”
Michael snorted but kept his eyes front. “This may come as a shock to you, Rawlins, but you’re not as irresistible as you seem to think.”
Well, okay then. Josh kept his eyes on the road and they rode in silence for the remainder of the journey. He pulled in at the same spot he had two nights before. “So, um, if you need a lift next weekend, you can call. My number’s on the team list.”
Michael regarded him flatly. “I’m sure I’ll have my car back by then but thanks. See you around.”
“Sure.” Josh watched the doctor disappear up his drive. You got what you wanted, he told himself. So that’s good, right?
About the Author
Jay is a New Zealand author writing in the LGBTQIA genre in MM Romance and Fantasy.
She has travelled extensively and lived in many places including the US, Canada, France, Australia and South Korea, and loves to add experiences from these adventures into her writing.
She is a cat aficionado especially of Maine Coons, and an avid dog lover (but don’t tell the cat). She loves to cook- pretty damn good, loves to sing – pretty damn average, and as for parenting a gorgeous daughter-well that depends on the day.
She has lovely complex boys telling sweet sexy stories in her head that demand attention and a considerable number of words to go with them. Their journeys are never straightforward and can even surprise Jay, but the end is always satisfying.