Holiday Trade: Brothers' Lay on Mother's Day

Author: Gavin Rockhard

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Martin loves holidays, and he loves the straight men who celebrate them! He'll pay anything for a taste and a tease. Today is Mother's Day, and for one handsome football jock, that means he urgently needs a bouquet that he promised his brothers he'd get. Luckily for Martin, he's willing to worship every inch of his alpha male machismo as long as his brothers hold him down. This is Martin's sexiest adventure in Holiday Trade yet!

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Martin loves holidays, and he loves the straight men who celebrate them! He'll pay anything for a taste and a tease. Today is Mother's Day, and for one handsome football jock, that means he urgently needs a bouquet that he promised his brothers he'd get. Luckily for Martin, he's willing to worship every inch of his alpha male machismo as long as his brothers hold him down. This is Martin's sexiest adventure in Holiday Trade yet!

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SKU
485-10513
Author
Gavin Rockhard
ISBN
No
Heat Level
Heat Level (3)
Publisher
Eroticatorium
Series
Holiday Trade

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Martin stepped out of the shop to look at the flowers from the street. He had had a very simple idea, but it had become unreasonably complex. He thought he’d arrange the flowers like a rainbow, so the red flowers would be on the left side of the window that faced the street, and the purple ones would be on the right side, and he’d arrange them all like a rainbow. But that had only seemed like a nice idea until he started, and quickly discovered that there were very few blue flowers, and the purple ones he had were so dark they looked black from a distance. He had way more red, orange and yellow than the cool colors, and he didn’t really have any flowers that were green — he had plants with no blossoms at the moment, and cactuses that were all green. But they didn’t look very good awkwardly slipped into a rainbow they weren’t really a part of. He sighed. He went back inside. He thought maybe if he minimized the cool colors, it would work — so it wouldn’t really look so much like a rainbow as it did a wash of the warm colors — red, yellow, pink, orange — next to a jumble of some of the cooler ones. Or maybe he could put the blues and purples that he had as a divider between the shades of red, yellow, pink and orange. He sighed. This was a tiny little florist’s shop. He had thought it might be too small, but Rambleton, Tennessee was an old town with lots of little, ramshackle buildings. It had a lot of character. Martin thought that was a lot less charming now that he owned it. When he went back inside, the fuse had blown again. He snarled and went into the back to flip it once more. Martin hadn’t realized how difficult opening a new florist’s shop — in a hundred-year-old building — in Rambleton, Tennessee would be. He had thought he was being a smart businessman. He had done the math — Rambleton was the largest town in America that did not have a single-purpose florist shop. So it made economic sense to expand his commercial empire here. He was beginning to have doubts though. When he came back to the front of the shop, lights on once more, he saw two uniformed police officers standing out front. Martin’s heart sank. Had he done something wrong? A lot of these little towns had a bunch of weird ordinances. It was possible Martin had broken a rule without realizing it.

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