Sauna Lover
By Susan Laine
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When Shawn Wells learns a planned development project threatens the quaint gay neighborhood of Trickstown, he jumps into action. This is his home turf. Plus, his favorite hangout, bathhouse Hot Haven, is the heart of the community--along with its owner, Toby Macintyre, who has been a sort-of friend to Shawn for years.
Surprisingly, Toby seems opposed to Shawn’s community-wide campaign to save the uniqueness and unity of the area. Even so, an unexpected attraction sparks between them, further fanning the flames of change.
Shawn has to fight for the future of his community, his beloved bathhouse, and for Toby. The sauna lover quickly finds himself in some real hot water.
Susan Laine
Susan Laine, an award-winning, multipublished author of LGBTQ erotic romance and a Finnish native, was raised by the best mother in the world, who told her daughter time and again that she could be whatever she wanted to be. The spark for serious writing and publishing kindled when Susan discovered the gay erotic romance genre. Her book, Monsters Under the Bed, won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Gay Paranormal Romance. Anthropology is Susan’s formal education, and she could have been happy as an eternal student. But she’s written stories since she was a kid, and her long-term goal is still to become a full-time writer. Susan enjoys hanging out with her sister, two nieces, and friends in movie theaters, libraries, bookstores, and parks. Her favorite pastimes include singing along (badly) to the latest pop songs, watching action flicks, doing the dishes, and sleeping till noon, while a few of her dislikes are sweating, hot and too-bright summer days, tobacco smoke, purposeful prejudice and hate speech. Website: www.susan-laine-author.fi Email: susan.laine@hotmail.com Blog: www.goodreads.com/author/show/5221828.Susan_Laine/blog Facebook: www.facebook.com/Susan-Laine-128697277229180 Twitter: @Laine_Susan
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Sauna Lover - Susan Laine
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Chapter 1
MY NAME is Shawn Wells, but most everyone knows me as the Sauna Slut.
I’m called that because I habitually hook up with gorgeous guys for quick sex in locker rooms, bathhouses, gyms, shower rooms, and—my personal favorite—saunas. Steam rooms, smoke saunas, Turkish baths, sweat lodges, infrared saunas: I’ve tried them all, and been fucked in all. It’s not a bad way to have fun, release some stress, get rid of metabolic waste, and indulge in delicious hot and heavy action in a clean, sweet-smelling environment.
Who am I? I’m a small blond twink. I’m only five foot three, slender to the point of skinny, and I always wear ridiculously tight clothes. I have a reason for that. I like clothes with character and challenge. And believe me, putting on jeans two sizes too small is a feat fit for the gods. Doing this especially after a soak in a hot tub or a leisurely stay in the steam room, when you’re still a bit sweaty and swollen from said trip, is virtually impossible. I swear, every time I manage it, I lose five pounds in the process.
In my professional life, I’m a personal shopper. Yes, I can imagine you think that’s a fabulous job, getting to buy luxurious things with other people’s money. Alas, it’s grueling work, having to run around a hundred different places for that one special, just-right object. Not to mention having to endure clients who are very particular about details, who have a great deal of disposable income but little sense of the value of money, and who do not know how to work well with others, least of all underlings.
Anyway, on with my story.
I don’t go to bathhouses of the pure, unadulterated sex variety so much anymore, not after I found Hot Haven. That place is my absolute favorite. The refurbished and modernized three-story warehouse has a well-stocked gym, three pools with different temperatures, plus a hot tub area, a recreational space with drinking and dining facilities, and a dozen different kinds of saunas. The bathhouse has existed for three years or so, and I’ve adored it from the start.
Can’t begin to tell you how many times and in how many ways I’ve had sex there.
Like today, for instance, when I’d arranged a meet with Enrique in the showers after work. He’s a lawyer, a bit on the sleazy, manipulative side when on the clock, but off it he’s a nice guy. Plus, he has an eight-inch cock with a Prince Albert piercing in it and a snake tattoo on his hip. Yeah, it’s a bit overkill, but honestly, when that monster is shoved up my ass, I couldn’t care less.
My paying client for the day had been a new one, a very finicky old woman coming from old money, and the job was worthy of the high fees I charge. Because after four hours of listening to her long list of demands, I was ready to strangle her and feed her clucking tongue to her poodle, though not necessarily in that order. Don’t get me wrong. I’m high maintenance about certain things too, so I understand people with class and means can be the same. But I am a specialist, an expert in my chosen field. If she had no interest in anything other than a delivery boy, then that’s who she should have hired. The postal service does that kind of thing; I don’t.
In other words, by the end of business I was pooped and looking forward to hot steam and steamy sex.
I entered Hot Haven with my shoulders slightly slumped, weary to the bone, ready to relax and enjoy myself. The moment I walked through those double doors and that waft of eucalyptus and lavender, with a hint of moisture and heat, reached my nostrils and my skin, I knew I was in heaven. I was home.
I inhaled deeply and ambled forward, savoring my special sauna time. The polished stone floor leading to the reception desk gleamed like water. Wood-paneled walls showcased fine carvings of sauna implements and Chinese river dragons, and the plush sofas, tall ferns, and glass coffee tables gave off an air of sophistication, comfort, and fine taste.
Hi, Shawn.
A cute brown-haired guy smiled at me from behind the counter, pushing his round glasses up on his nose. They had a tendency to slide as he stared down at the screen of the computer; he was never willing to actually sit down to work the front desk.
Hi, Toby.
Toby Macintyre was the sole owner of Hot Haven, and therefore my idol. He kept an apartment on the third floor for convenience, though he lived somewhere else—I knew not where—alone. Briefly, I puzzled over why he was behind the counter and not Heather, the usual receptionist, with golden hair, legs up to her chin, and a pretty awesome boob job, if I dare say so as a devout gay guy.
The usual?
He smirked at me in that shy way of his, and I grinned back.
Yup.
My usual was three hours of uninterrupted sauna time. Well, one hour of sex and two hours to unwind and relish the variety of saunas, showers, and baths.
Toby took my cash and exchanged it for a locker key. Enjoy. Play safe.
I winked. Always do.
No way was an unsheathed cock getting anywhere near my nether regions, no matter how relaxed and pliant my hole and channel got. Thankfully, Toby had a pretty good idea what drew a certain percentage of the clientele to the establishment, and with that in mind, there were bowls of condoms and packets of lube in nearly every corner. In that sense, this place was much like other bathhouses in the area, though cleaner and more respectable. And no prostitutes hung out here. I may have been a slut, but I was a free slut.
After a quick nod, I walked off. As I did so, I glanced over my shoulder at Toby, who was engrossed in typing something on the computer, his brow scrunched in concentration. He was the boy-next-door type, with lovely chocolate eyes and an engaging smile. He had this cute little button nose, and while other people frowned, his nose wrinkled. It was so endearing.
But alas, he was not my type. I preferred gym beefcakes, muscular weight lifters, big brawny bears. Basically men who knew exactly what they wanted—an ass to fuck—and took it to the extreme, no compromises. I was an unashamed bottom and loved getting my rump pounded hard, fast, and deep.
I met up with Enrique at the locker room. He was undressing, and the sight was indeed one to whet the appetite.
Hey, Shawn,
he called out the moment he saw me. I said nothing because I was too busy staring at his sun-kissed skin, bulging biceps and pecs, ripped abs, and that delicious V-dip down to his cock, though his piece of meat was still covered by his jeans. He chuckled, catching my attention. His dark eyes twinkled at me. I’m up here, gorgeous.
Enrique probably meant his eyes or his face, but I didn’t care. We both knew the score, and the game was on. Not tonight you’re not.
I added a wiggle to my tight little butt as I circled past him to get to my locker.
He tossed his head back and laughed. His shoulder-length hair waved about. I watched it out of the corner of my eye as I took off my clothes. I was a firm believer that all men, each and every one of them, had something sexy about them. They just needed the right person to coax and cajole it out of them. I was that person.
Enrique and I didn’t shoot the breeze much after that, apart from the casual how was your day at the office?
plus the monosyllabic grunts that followed. We chose the steam shower for our hookup of the day. The frosted glass enclosure held two low seats on opposite sides of the tiled space, with the steam and rain showerheads above them. The yellow-brown earth tones of the interior were warm and welcoming.
Want some music?
Enrique offered as he entered, abandoning his towel to the rack outside. The steam-shower room had access to an MP3 player, and Enrique never went anywhere without his Latin music, like Ricky Martin. A bit cliché, I know, but there was no arguing taste. Besides, trying to fuck to that beat was a week’s worth of exercise at the gym.
No, thanks.
I shook my head, leaving my own towel behind as well.
Once Enrique operated the shower, the space began to fill up with billowy steam clouds,