High-Risk Fever

Erotic GLBT/gay multipartner/ménage published in November 2014.
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The French Alps

The French Alps

A distant boom of thunder made Anne look up from the dinner table, wiping cloth in hand. Outside, black clouds built above the hill tops in the horizon, threatening to embrace the small mountain village. “Hmm, looks like the weather’s changing again.” Nodding, she returned to the wooden table and removed the remaining breakfast crumbs. “We’re in for another one, Brian.”

A distant boom of thunder made Anne look up from the dinner table, wiping cloth in hand. Outside, black clouds built above the hill tops in the horizon, threatening to embrace the small mountain village. “Hmm, looks like the weather’s changing again.” Nodding, she returned to the wooden table and removed the remaining breakfast crumbs. “We’re in for another one, Brian.”

Anne tugged at her trapped hand. “Please.” “Oh.” Feigning surprise, the dark beauty lifted an eyebrow and removed his hand, allowing her to retrieve hers. “Sorry,” he added, rolling a thick R with his tongue, keeping his lips parted a second too long. A move so deliberately naughty, her stomach knotted with need. As she retreated, he studied her face with a grin, arrogance and amusement gleaming in his dark eyes, before turning his attention to the two other men.

Anne tugged at her trapped hand. “Please.” “Oh.” Feigning surprise, the dark beauty lifted an eyebrow and removed his hand, allowing her to retrieve hers. “Sorry,” he added, rolling a thick R with his tongue, keeping his lips parted a second too long. A move so deliberately naughty, her stomach knotted with need. As she retreated, he studied her face with a grin, arrogance and amusement gleaming in his dark eyes, before turning his attention to the two other men.

Todd leaned forward to grab his handlebars and plowed on the pedals. His tires crushed tiny stones on the wet asphalt, spraying them to the sides, the sound ricocheting between house walls. The Italian seemed to hesitate. His mesmerizing black diamonds met her gaze and sharpened. Rain splashed on his cheekbones, giving his tanned skin a glow. What? She raised a brow at him. He ripped his look away from her, sent her husband a courteous nod, and followed his blond friend down the street.

Todd leaned forward to grab his handlebars and plowed on the pedals. His tires crushed tiny stones on the wet asphalt, spraying them to the sides, the sound ricocheting between house walls. The Italian seemed to hesitate. His mesmerizing black diamonds met her gaze and sharpened. Rain splashed on his cheekbones, giving his tanned skin a glow. What? She raised a brow at him. He ripped his look away from her, sent her husband a courteous nod, and followed his blond friend down the street.

“Anne?” She spun around and stifled a gasp. The handsome Italian stood cross-armed in the doorframe. Despite tired eyes and cold clothes glued to his body—spandex pants leaving nothing to the imagination—his lips were flushed in contrast with his pale, damp skin, and he exuded the same charismatic self-confidence as earlier. He smiled. His first gesture of kindness since they’d met, so touching, her chest ached, and so surprising, it took her a while to recover.

“Anne?” She spun around and stifled a gasp. The handsome Italian stood cross-armed in the doorframe. Despite tired eyes and cold clothes glued to his body—spandex pants leaving nothing to the imagination—his lips were flushed in contrast with his pale, damp skin, and he exuded the same charismatic self-confidence as earlier. He smiled. His first gesture of kindness since they’d met, so touching, her chest ached, and so surprising, it took her a while to recover.

A loud bang detonated somewhere over the village. She counted the seconds until the lightning strike. One, two. A sudden flash of white snuck in between the shutters, enough to reveal the side of Micaela’s face and his curving lips. Blackness took over again. Anne blinked, regretting the new loss of sight. Cold fingers reached out of the void and found her shoulders. She gasped and stepped backward, bumping into hard, horizontal bars—the shelves in the open closet. He followed her.

A loud bang detonated somewhere over the village. She counted the seconds until the lightning strike. One, two. A sudden flash of white snuck in between the shutters, enough to reveal the side of Micaela’s face and his curving lips. Blackness took over again. Anne blinked, regretting the new loss of sight. Cold fingers reached out of the void and found her shoulders. She gasped and stepped backward, bumping into hard, horizontal bars—the shelves in the open closet. He followed her.

Mica shrugged with a white-toothed grin and removed his pullover. Damp heat drifted to her, with the smell of musk and sweat. She couldn’t help breathing in his manly scent and wanting to memorize it. When he folded the sweater over the chair arm and straightened, she stifled a gasp of admiration. The man was better looking than any god from Greek mythology. Dim light shone on his tanned and perfectly sculpted torso. She could only gape and stare, transfixed. Blood pulsed in her temples.

Mica shrugged with a white-toothed grin and removed his pullover. Damp heat drifted to her, with the smell of musk and sweat. She couldn’t help breathing in his manly scent and wanting to memorize it. When he folded the sweater over the chair arm and straightened, she stifled a gasp of admiration. The man was better looking than any god from Greek mythology. Dim light shone on his tanned and perfectly sculpted torso. She could only gape and stare, transfixed. Blood pulsed in her temples.

Slumped in the passenger seat, Mica stared ahead, occasionally glancing at her without a word. His breathing sounded labored. At one point, he coughed so hard and long she thought he would choke, but she didn’t dare drive faster. The car lights were her only source of illumination. What if she missed a curve? After a dreadful time zigzagging through the windy countryside, a sign indicated they were closing in on the village entrance.

Slumped in the passenger seat, Mica stared ahead, occasionally glancing at her without a word. His breathing sounded labored. At one point, he coughed so hard and long she thought he would choke, but she didn’t dare drive faster. The car lights were her only source of illumination. What if she missed a curve? After a dreadful time zigzagging through the windy countryside, a sign indicated they were closing in on the village entrance.

She went back through the hall. Steam poured out of the open bathroom door, giving her an idea of what—or who—waited in the guest room. Pulse beating faster, she peeked inside. Sure enough, Mica stood in front of the bed with a white towel tied around his waist, long, wet hair hanging down his back, gazing at her. A smile widened across his gorgeous face. She drew a breath. What a hunk, despite the feverish glow of sickness in his dark eyes and the slight hunch of his shoulders.

She went back through the hall. Steam poured out of the open bathroom door, giving her an idea of what—or who—waited in the guest room. Pulse beating faster, she peeked inside. Sure enough, Mica stood in front of the bed with a white towel tied around his waist, long, wet hair hanging down his back, gazing at her. A smile widened across his gorgeous face. She drew a breath. What a hunk, despite the feverish glow of sickness in his dark eyes and the slight hunch of his shoulders.

She hoped the cold weather wouldn’t worsen Mica’s condition. If it did, his cough could turn lethal, and she wouldn’t know what to do then. The thought paralyzed her. She couldn’t think straight. Thank God his warm, encouraging hand tugged on hers and kept her going. They walked in silence at a steady pace, meeting no one along the road. It seemed the storm had put a stop to all activity on the mountain, and only the neediest, as in their case, dared put a foot outside.

She hoped the cold weather wouldn’t worsen Mica’s condition. If it did, his cough could turn lethal, and she wouldn’t know what to do then. The thought paralyzed her. She couldn’t think straight. Thank God his warm, encouraging hand tugged on hers and kept her going. They walked in silence at a steady pace, meeting no one along the road. It seemed the storm had put a stop to all activity on the mountain, and only the neediest, as in their case, dared put a foot outside.

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