Author: Remmy Duchene
Genre: Interracial, M/M, MAY/DECEMBER
Terrence Rollens ran when sexy, older, rancher Paul Grady Donahue made his intentions known--Paul wanted Terrence in the worse way but Terrence wasn't sure that was for him. Five years later, Terrence is more mature and realizes the mistake he made and aims to rectify it.
When he returns to Junction, Paul has change--he is harder, angrier and now has a scar down one side of his face. Can Terrence help Paul heal? Or is he a little too late to get on that ride?
With a shake of his head, he grabbed the script along with a pen and descended the stairs to the kitchen. He grabbed a warm glass of milk instead of coffee and sat down to read the script and prepare himself. But no amount of trying to focus helped. Suddenly he had a decision to make and he didn’t like it.
His cell phone beeped and he grabbed it thankful for the distraction.
Hey Terry, call me!
Terrence frowned at the text message. He hadn’t allowed anyone to call him Terry for that was the name Paul used when they were in bed. It was the name Paul screamed when his orgasm was cursing through his body and curling his toes. But he hadn’t explained that to Mark, his best friend since arriving in New York. He hadn’t explained it to anyone. Each time Mark called him Terry, Terrence would feel a sliver of pain dance through him. Feeling too lazy and defeated to walk to his phone, he dialled Mark from his cell.
“Hey, Terry.” Mark greeted happily. “Listen, big party tonight first of all, you in?”
“Dude do you realise what time it is?” Terrence questioned peering at the clock.
“You know me, early to bed, early to rise.”
“Too bad that only made you wealthy not wise.”
“Ha! Funny—so you in or not? I want to give you plenty of time so you can’t back out at the last minute like you normally do.”
Terrence opened his mouth to say he wasn’t going to a party, that he didn’t want to party. He wanted to tell Mark that all he wanted at that very moment was to go back in time to that night when all Paul wanted to do was love him.
“I’ll be there.” Terrence found himself saying. “But I film until about eight.”
“Aight.” Mark jargoned. “I’ll swing by your place at about ten-ish.”
Terrence cringed. “Yeah?”
“Please be ready?”
Terrence hung up.
“Come on, Terry. Smile for me.”
“I don’t feel like smiling right now, Grady. I’m pretty pissed off at you at the moment.”
“Alright, then how about I make you feel like screaming?”
“I love it when you make me scream.”
“Well, baby, your wish is my command.”