Found at the Rock Concert: Found, #4

By Christi Snow

A wounded rock star, a bodyguard, and a CEO get trapped in a snowed-in cabin...

It sounds like the beginning of a joke, but it's not. This is the start of an epic love story between three men. Three men who have a history twined together with encounters and impressions that have marked their years.

They just never realized how all those brief encounters would eventually change their lives forever.

Daniel, the rock star who survived a plane crash and is trying to figure out how to live his life without legs.

Luke, the bodyguard who made so many mistakes and now thinks he doesn't deserve the man he's loved for years.

Austin, the CEO who thinks he's on the outside pulling the strings, but what he doesn't realize is without him at the core, this relationship will never work...for any of them.

Three men, one snowy winter cabin, one epic love story waiting to be discovered...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christi Snow
• Release date: Mar 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393458340

Christi Snow

Bio for Christi Snow As an avid reader her entire life, Christi Snow always dreamed of writing books that brought to others the kind of joy she felt when she read. But...she never did anything about it besides jot down a few ideas and sparse scenes. When her husband retired from the Air Force, Christi decided it was time to chase her dream and she started writing. She hasn’t stopped since. With twenty-two published books in various romance genres, she’s found her passion. Now she spends her days with her laptop writing about sexy, alpha heroes and the loves of their lives. Writing both as Christi Snow and one-half of the writing duo, KB Jacobs, Christi has fulfilled her dream... filling the world with more romance and suspense. Her tagline is... Passion and adventure on the road to Happily Ever After. She loves this adventure and has truly found her tribe!

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THIS BOOK IS A WORK of fiction. While sometimes actual locations are used in the writing of this book, they are used in a fictional circumstance and are by no means meant to reflect events happening in those places. Names, characters, events are all a product of the author’s imagination and are by no means meant to reflect actual people living or dead, or any actual events. Any similarities are purely coincidental.

In a world full of broken souls,

it’s sometimes hard to believe that you deserve

a Happily Ever After.

Spoiler alert...everyone deserves an HEA.

THE PAST

Chapter One

SEVEN AND A HALF YEARS ago

LUKE

There’s Brady now, Luke’s new employer, Scott Gresham, said with a smile of fatherly love and pride on his face.

Luke turned toward the direction Mr. Gresham looked, ready to see his teenage protectee.

Then he spotted him.

Brady.

He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat even as his dick plumped up.

Oh, fuck.

This would never work.

He frowned at the young man coming toward him, although he tried to school his features. This man would be his job from now on. His job to protect. He couldn’t breathe. It felt like he’d been kicked square in the gut and then lower where his balls pulsed.

The attraction was immediate and oh, so real.

What the fuck? He’d never had this kind of immediate reaction to a guy before. Never.

His first day on the job as a personal bodyguard, and already he faced the reality that he’d have to quit. He couldn’t focus on protection if hormones distracted him. The blond guy striding toward him offered the worst kind of distraction. Forget the fact that he was Luke’s job and was sexier than fuck, but he was also way too young for Luke.

Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe his new charge accurately. His too-long, dark blond hair fell recklessly low over his eyebrows, giving him a rakish look. The guy next to him said something, and he smiled, flashing irrepressible dimples, Luke’s secret kryptonite.

But it wasn’t just his face that mesmerized Luke. It was the whole package. The kid wore a standard teenage uniform of a rock band graphic tee and tight, fitted jeans with rips all up and down the thighs. The guy walked with a confident, loping stride, powered by thick thighs he got a tantalizing little glimpses of through the ripped fabric and a high, tight bubble of an ass. Luke wanted that ass with a need like he’d never felt before. It thrummed under his skin.

He had to shut that shit down. Hell. His charge wasn’t even legal yet. Mr. Gresham had said his son was only seventeen years old. Luke was perving on a minor, and if the minor’s father knew Luke’s thoughts, not only would he fire him, he’d remove Luke’s balls first.

Suddenly the air inside the thirty-fourth floor of the New York City Gresham family office complex seemed way too thin. Luke couldn’t take a deep breath.

The two guys entered the main office and focused on Mr. Gresham.

Now that Luke could see past his initial surge of lust, he focused on both men together. They were both young. Where the object of his fascination had a light in his eyes and a younger, more enthusiastic aura around him, the other guy could be his darker, broodier twin.

Luke thought Brady was an only child. Maybe he’d misunderstood that somehow.

Mr. Gresham said as he waved the guys forward. Brady, I want you to come over here and meet someone.

Both boys glanced over at Luke, more curiosity than anything in their eyes. But then the blond guy’s eyes widened and his expression took on a predatory gaze. He raised an eyebrow and his mouth parted to expose the tiniest sliver of tongue.

Oh, fuck me. This was going to be so bad.

But then Mr. Gresham did something life-altering. He wrapped his arm around the dark-haired guy and pulled him forward. Luke Jacobson, I’d like you to meet my son, Brady Gresham, and his cousin, Daniel. Mr. Gresham waved at the blond, sexy kid.

Relief flooded Luke.

A cousin. Luke could control his lust for a cousin. How often would the two be together? It couldn’t happen all that much, right?

His job was safe. His future secure. He wouldn’t have to give up the best thing that ever happened and wind up homeless. He could be Brady’s bodyguard and chauffeur, no problem. As long as the cousin Daniel wasn’t around that often.

DANIEL

Daniel’s stomach rolled even as his dick swelled to rock-hard and his asshole clenched.

Bodyguard? Brady started shaking his head like he planned to send the gorgeous guy away.

Daniel surreptitiously pinched his cousin’s side. Brady couldn’t blow this for him. Couldn’t he see how hot this guy was? Daniel didn’t want to die a virgin, and he’d just decided that Brady’s new bodyguard would be his first. Who cared that the bodyguard was probably only there to spy on them for Brady’s dad? If Daniel fucked him, he could convince the guy to come to their side. But not if Brady screwed it up for him first.

Ow! Brady turned and punched Daniel. What the fuck are you doing?

Language, Uncle Scott admonished, even as he exchanged a what-can-you-do-they’re-teenagers shrug with the big, sexy bodyguard.

While they were distracted, Daniel turned his back to his uncle and the hot guy and hissed, Don’t fuck this up. He’s hot.

Brady rolled his eyes. Do you really think he’s gay? Brady whispered back.

Daniel shrugged. He could hope.

And it was that hope that made it so Daniel didn’t care in the least that Brady didn’t want a bodyguard interfering in his life right now. Daniel wanted this guy and his cousin would not screw this up for him.

That damned virginity had to go before Daniel’s ‘nads petrified from constant need and horniness. He needed to fuck or get fucked. He so didn’t care which, as long as someone else was responsible for his orgasm. Daniel couldn’t deal with his own hand any longer.

He turned and took another long look at the sexy male specimen.

God, Daniel had never seen someone that so typified the term tall, dark, and handsome. Add in the dangerous look to the guy’s deep, intense, green eyes, and every nerve under Daniel’s skin lit up like he’d been suddenly electrified.

Uncle Scott didn’t notice Daniel’s distraction. Brady, we’ve discussed this. The threats against you and the rest of the family have proved to be credible.

Someone had tried to kidnap Brady last week after the end of the year football banquet. Luckily, the rest of the team that had been nearby heard him yell and were able to rescue him from the four goons shoving him into a van.

Ever since the incident, Uncle Scott had been going on about hiring a bodyguard for Brady. Not only were the Gresham’s incredibly wealthy, but Brady had more song-writing talent in his pinky than half the family combined. The Gresham family had generations of song-writing genes in their history, which was where their wealth came from...their various musical endeavors in the entertainment industry. All of that combined to make Brady a tempting prize for ruthless, greedy people.

I get that you don’t want an adult in your space, Uncle Scott went on.

Dad, Brady whined. I’ll be eighteen in another month. Daniel already is. I don’t need or want a babysitter.

A bodyguard isn’t the same thing as a babysitter, Luke stated.

His deep voice rumbled in a way that sent a shiver down Daniel’s spine. But then he frowned at the two of them like they’d been naughty and that sent Daniel’s mind spiraling to the many ways that Mr. Tall, Dark, and Scowley could discipline him. Daniel wanted to groan. He could almost come from the fantasy ideas flitting through his brain alone.

I don’t care what you’re doing as long as you stay safe, Luke said. My goal is to protect you from other people. I’m not here to protect you from yourself.

Uncle Scott nodded. Please, Brady. Give it a try. Let Luke guard you for two weeks. If it’s still not working for you, we can discuss changing his employment.

Only because Daniel watched the guy so closely did he see the flare of alarm in Luke’s eyes.

He needed this job.

Daniel had to make sure he kept it. Come on, B. Let your dad do this. You know everyone has been worried about you. Put the whole family’s minds at ease.

Brady turned to glare at Daniel.

Please, Daniel wordlessly mouthed to him.

Okay, just because Daniel is so very worried about me, Brady said with another hard roll of his eyes. He shook his head and shrugged. We’ll try it temporarily.

Luke’s shoulders relaxed and Daniel smiled.

In the end, Brady always had his back, just like Daniel would always have Brady’s.

IT WASN’T UNTIL ALMOST a week later before Daniel managed to corner Luke when he was alone.

Brady was onstage conducting the New York City Symphonic Orchestra as they played his latest arrangement. Luke hovered in the dark shadows off-stage watching the proceedings like someone could come out and snatch Brady away with three hundred musicians as witnesses.

Daniel snuck up behind him. He began to lean forward to press into the big, muscular body when Luke growled. I’m working. Go play somewhere else, kid.

Daniel scowled. I’m not a kid.

Close enough to count as one. Luke didn’t even glance at him.

That made Daniel want to stamp his foot and throw a tantrum like a toddler, but that probably wouldn’t help his case any. Instead, he stepped in front of Luke and crossed his arms over his chest. What is your problem with me?

Luke shook his head. No problem. I just have to concentrate on my job. I don’t have time for whatever game you want to play.

Those words should have crushed Daniel, but he’d seen the way Luke looked at him when he thought no one was watching. Luke felt this chemistry simmering between them as much as Daniel did, and Daniel didn’t see any reason to resist it. Not when they were both ready and willing.

Nuh uh. Daniel shook his head. I don’t buy it. You want me, and I’m offering. It’s just sex. You can’t tell me you don’t want a piece of this. Daniel turned and wiggled his ass.

Luke growled. No.

But that growl sounded like more need and frustration than anger.

Daniel silently crowed inside. He’d done squats religiously every single day this last year, and that effort had paid off. He had a bubble butt to die for. Many a guy had offered to take it, but for his first time, Daniel wanted someone he could trust. He wasn’t stupid and knew that most guys would fuck him and run to the tabloids with the story. So he’d decided that someone would be Luke.

Hell, the guy was some sort of highly decorated war hero, special ops dude. And all it took was a look at Luke to know there wasn’t anyone hotter. Daniel knew Luke would do him right. He dreamed about it at night.

Luke’s lips firmed and his eyes hardened. Stop it, little boy. I’m way out of your league. You couldn’t handle me even if I wanted you, which I don’t. I’ll make this very easy for you. Luke took a step forward, so he loomed threateningly over Daniel. I’m saying no.

But he didn’t intimidate Daniel. In fact, if anything, Daniel’s dick grew even harder. Could he die from lack of blood flow to his upper brain?

Luke wasn’t done making his point. It. Will. Never. Happen. So, you need to give it up now. I don’t want you and no matter how much you shake your ass that will never change. Ever. Then Luke stalked away.

Daniel stood there wishing it was that simple, but Luke didn’t know him. Daniel was a stubborn S.O.B. He didn’t give up.

LUKE

Luke stepped into the bathroom and slammed the deadbolt into place. He leaned up against the door, his pulse pounding in his ears like a drum.

Fucking hell, he muttered and pressed the meaty part of his palm against the base of his throbbing dick.

This job might just kill him. He wanted Daniel with a need like he’d never felt before...and that was only after a week of temptation. How much worse could it get?

Especially if the kid continued to pursue him. How long could he stay strong and say no?

Chapter Two

FIVE YEARS AGO

DANIEL

Daniel stood up straight from the professor’s desk and rucked up his jeans and underwear, tucking his still hard dick inside with a wince. Not only did his ass hurt from that aggressive railing, but now he’d be dealing with blue balls all day.

He looked over his shoulder to Professor Graham. So, will that get me my A in Advanced Musical Theory?

Professor Graham stepped in front of him and palmed Daniel’s throbbing, needy dick. Not only did you earn an A... He leaned forward and bit Daniel’s lip almost hard enough to bring blood. No doubt it would stay swollen the rest of the day from the harsh abuse, but the sadistic professor liked it that way. He wanted to inflict pain. It gave him a special kind of joy to know Daniel would squirm uncomfortably the rest of the day on campus.

He stroked Daniel’s needy cock. I think you earned a special reward. Do you want to come, Daniel?

Daniel’s cock pulsed at just the idea. Normally, the professor didn’t allow him to come but maybe once every couple of weeks, and he was nowhere close to that timeframe, yet.

Yes. Please. His breath grew choppy even as the tip of his cock leaked all over his underwear.

Okay, Professor Graham said low and serious as his pressure on Daniel’s length increased.

Daniel desperately wanted to arch into that hand and increase the friction, but that wasn’t the way their arrangement worked. Showing his desperation for it would just prolong the torture.

First, I need one more promise from you.

Yes, whatever you want. At this point, Daniel’s balls hurt so much, he’d promise pretty much anything. He moaned as his balls drew up impossibly tighter, so ready to blow at the slightest hint that he could do it.

Marisa is trying out for the Gresham Orchestra this week. Make sure she makes it.

Marisa was the professor’s wife.

Daniel stilled in shock, wondering if the fact that he had zero blood in his brain had made him mishear. But one glance at the smarmy professor’s expectant face, disabused that idea.

No! He jerked out of Professor Graham’s hold.

His cock deflated and ice filled his veins. He’d do anything, but that. He’d never call in his family ties to do a favor for someone else. He’d been used for his family name too many times already in his twenty years of life.

Excuse me? Professor Graham’s expression grew hard and cruel. I think maybe you forgot your place here.

Daniel shook his head. Oh, no. I’m perfectly clear on our agreement. I let you fuck and abuse me. You make sure I have passing grades in all my classes whether or not I make it to class.

No matter that he’d gotten into the country’s most prestigious music school, his first priority had been and would always be his band, Veiled Lies. Their schedule of shows at night and partying until the wee hours of the morning made it kind of tough to make it to every class.

That became less of a priority when Daniel realized that he could skate through the musical program on his inborn musical talent and the knowledge that came from growing up as a Gresham. He was part of the fourth generation of musically talented savants. For his family, music was as natural as talking and usually happened even earlier than words. But that didn’t make up for his prolonged absences from class in favor of working with the band.

That was where his arrangement with Professor Graham came in. As the head of the musical department, he had final say on the posted grades. But their arrangement only extended to Daniel’s grades and his ass. There was no way in hell Daniel could allow the professor to call in family favors. And sure as hell not for the professor’s wife.

Daniel should probably be more offended about that particular aspect. But this arrangement between them wasn’t a love match. That fact had always been perfectly clear to both of them. It was a business exchange built around sex.

I think you need a reminder about how much power I have. Professor Graham sneered at Daniel like he was shit on the bottom of the professor’s shoe.

The professor stepped around to his desk and turned his monitor to Daniel. With a couple of clicks of his mouse, there was Daniel looking like the whore he was as he got railed over the same desk in front of him and obviously enjoying every minute of it. The video had been edited so there was no sign of Graham anywhere, not his body or anywhere around his immaculate desk that might reveal his identity.

Daniel glanced up around the room and suddenly spotted the placement of at least three hidden cameras. His fury boiled, but he refused to bow down to the demands of this asshole.

He shrugged. So? You turn me in and your career goes down the tubes just along with my academics. I think it actually looks worse for you than me.

He was a twenty-year-old college student. No one would blame him as a healthy, horny guy for taking what was offered. It would make him look like a whore, but who the fuck cared? That was a fact. He’d whored out his ass for good grades. He’d promised himself a long time ago that if he couldn’t own up to his actions, then he wouldn’t do them. He’d considered all these facts ages ago.

Professor Graham smirked and punched a couple more keys. Video came up where what he’d said had been carefully edited. The Gresham name’s power. I’ll do whatever you want to get my degree. You scratch my back and I’ll suck your cock and whatever else you have in mind. The Daniel on the screen winked suggestively as his gaze dropped.

The video cut and the professor crossed his arms. You may not worry about your reputation, but what will it do to all that family standing when it gets out that one of the youngest members is pulling favors? Are you willing to put the reputation of the family name at risk? I’ve heard rumors that your father’s name is being bandied around for a Tony for best musical this year. Do you really want to mess with that?

That isn’t what I said and you know it. Anger pulsed deep and red low under his gut. What he had cut from the video was the real statement,  "I wouldn’t ever exploit the Gresham name’s power." But the video looked bad, and they both knew it. In the entertainment business, this kind of bad PR could ruin all the family work for years.

Fucking hell.

Professor Graham had won, and that fucking sucked.

How had he let this happen?

Daniel couldn’t stand to look at his smug expression for another moment. He grabbed his backpack and started toward the door, but at the last moment before unlocking and exiting, he turned to the professor. You may have won this round, but don’t flatter yourself. You were a mediocre lay at best. If it hadn’t been for my need for a good grade, I never would have let your flabby, balding self anywhere near my ass.

It was petty, and he’d definitely been striking out at Professor Graham’s known weak spots. The truth of the matter, the middle-aged guy was good-looking and had an impressive dick, but at this moment Daniel felt too exposed and vulnerable. He hated that.

He stumbled out of the office and across campus to the registrar’s office. He never should have accepted a spot here to begin with. It hadn’t been what he wanted. He’d bowed down to his father’s demands, too scared to strike out on his own and rely solely on his meager income from Veiled Lies since he wouldn’t come into his trust fund until he turned twenty-five. But this was the final straw. Never again would he grace this campus.

He was done. He would never allow anyone to fuck him over like this again.

IT MIGHT BE THE MIDDLE of a sunny day, but the inside of the dingy bar remained dark. That suited Daniel just fine as he threw back another shot of whisky. Then he eyed the calculating eyes of the guy sitting next to him. I wish I could just forget this day ever happened, Daniel said.

The guy nodded. I hear you. Some days it’s just better to check out.

You get what I’m saying. Daniel nodded with a hum, like they were just chatting, not actually making a drug deal as he slid a handful of bills into Victor’s jacket pocket. Not that anyone in this place paid them any attention. Victor had worked this bar ever since his latest stint in prison had ended early last year.

Victor made a surreptitious check of the cash.

Sure do, Victor said and slid a couple pills into Daniel’s palm where it rested just off the edge of the bar.

Daniel pretended to cough, flung the pills into his mouth as he covered it, and then took another shot. When the burn cleared he nodded his thanks to Victor who slunk off into the shadows of the bar.

Shifting on the barstool, Daniel winced at the pain in his ass. Fucking Professor Graham, all high and mighty in his little realm. Daniel didn’t know how he’d do it, but he’d make sure the asshole paid for this.

It was a while later—Daniel had no idea how long because the blood in his veins had started bubbling and the combination of drugs and alcohol were having the desired numbing effect—when his cell phone rang with his father’s special tone.

He debated not answering it, but figured this reaming would be easier through the haze of chemicals than it would be sober later.

Hello, father figure, Daniel enthused into the phone. I knew you’d be calling soon.

So, it’s true. You withdrew. His father’s disappointment echoed through the tinny cell service.

See, doing this drunk was so much better. That tone barely even bothered him.

Yep. Daniel popped the P of the word. "It turns out fucking the head of the music department was not the way to get my diploma. Who knew?" He wrinkled his nose in confusion at the noise of shock his father made and then remembered.

Oh, yeah. He frowned down at the empty shot glasses in front of him. Was he seeing double or had he really drunk that many? Wow. No wonder he was tripping. "You probably don’t know