Stuck on Rewind

By Dianne Hartsock

Ashton has been in love with his best friend and roommate for years, watching him grow from the pretty boy he knew in high school to the gorgeous erotic dancer at the club where they both work. The problem is, Lance enjoys the attention from a lot of men while Ashton wants him for his very own.

After a day spent denying his attraction while their friend Trey openly flirts with Lance, Ashton decides it's time to make his move or risk losing Lance forever. Once Lance knows how he feels, he'll realize they should be together. If it isn’t already too late.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Sep 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9781685505653

Dianne Hartsock

Dianne is the author of paranormal, suspense, m/m romance, fantasy, thriller. Also a floral designer.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Fuck! Ashton shouted, a mixture of anger and ecstasy as Lance swallowed again, then let Ashton’s softening dick slip from between his lips. Ashton leaned up on his elbows, chest heaving while he caught his breath. With a last kiss on his thigh and a devilish grin, Lance climbed off the bed, slim and graceful, and walked to the dresser with a sassy sway of his hips.

Ashton stared after him and groaned, not sure if he wanted to pull his friend’s ass back into bed or punch him in the face. It would be incredible to wake up with Lance every morning and make love with him. But he sternly reminded himself that they were only friends—it’s all Lance wanted—and Lance needed to stop climbing into his bed at night.

You do remember you have a bed of your own? he asked, more sharply than he’d intended.

Lance gave him a smirk over his shoulder, making a show of licking the last of Ashton’s spunk off his swollen lips. You told me to wake you at seven.

I didn’t mean…Oh hell. Ashton fell back on the pillows and threw an arm over his eyes. He swore in exasperation when the mattress dipped and Lance’s alluring scent surrounded him. Damn it—

Soft fingers touched his mouth. Don’t be mad, baby. It doesn’t mean anything.

Ashton peered at him through the dark curls of the bangs covering his eyes. Lance looked so forlorn, and Ashton sat up, giving him a hug. I’m not mad. But you don’t need to keep doing that, either. You’re my friend. He kissed Lance’s cheek, warmed with a blush. You’re a good roommate, and I like the company. I don’t need anything more than that to want you here.

And I like you. Lance trailed his fingers up Ashton’s leg.

Ashton laughed and brushed his hand away, but couldn’t help staring at Lance’s arousal between his legs.

Can I take care of that for you?

Not at all. Lance stood up, waving him off. I’ll take care of it in the shower. You have to save your attention for Mister Man.

Who are you talking about…? Wait! Ashton jumped up and trotted after Lance as he crossed the apartment.

Lance giggled, slipping behind the bathroom door but holding it cracked an inch. He pouted at Ashton. You know, the boss. Mister Kent.

I’m not saving myself for—

Ashton blinked at the closed door. Why in the world would Lance think he was interested in his boss? Sure, the man was handsome as sin, but he was also a self-centered tyrant. Why only yesterday, he’d…

Hot blood scorched Ashton’s face, his arm tingling where Morgan Kent had gripped it, towering over him. His boss had bent to his ear, swamping Ashton’s senses with a subtle sage cologne and a hint of sweat as he’d whispered, If you can’t type a simple letter without mistakes, I’ll find a secretary who can. He’d tightened his hand almost painfully on Ashton’s arm. Or maybe I should just bend you over this desk and smack your ass for each mistake?

Ashton’s dick jumped at the memory.