Carol Lynne

Buttoning his nicest dress shirt, Austin looked at himself in the mirror. He hoped like hell he was doing the right thing by attending Houston’s rehearsal dinner. He wanted to be there for his little sis but didn’t want to go two rounds with his dad in the process. Austin finished buttoning his tailored white shirt and slipped on his sports jacket. Houston said the dinner was supposed to be a casual affair at the hotel restaurant. He looked down at his low-rise jeans. He hoped the addition of the dress shirt and jacket dressed the jeans up enough to pass muster. He was even wearing loafers, for Christ’s sake. Surely that should get him some brownie points with his mom.

Running a brush through his brown hair one more time, he nodded toward the mirror. “That’s as good as it’s gonna get, buddy.” He set the brush down and picked up the key card to his hotel room.

In the hallway he noticed an older man waiting for the elevator. Yum. Just my type, Austin thought. He liked older men and the man he was quickly approaching was a prime example of just that. Coal-black hair shot through with streaks of gray. Austin guessed him to be about six foot one or two, just a few inches shorter than Austin’s six-four. He looked like he was in his mid-forties but you’d never know by the well-muscled body evident under the dress slacks and sports shirt.

Trying his best to get his overactive libido under control, Austin stepped up beside the man. “Going down?” He flashed the stranger his perfect “come and get me” smile.

The man turned his head toward Austin and it seemed all the air had been sucked from the room. Eyes greener than the grass in spring smiled at him. “I’m trying to. The damn elevator is taking forever.”

Austin felt a spark as he innocently brushed his arm against the stranger at his side. At the man’s inhalation of breath, Austin thought he might not be the only one affected. He turned toward the stranger and held out his hand. “I’m Austin Green.”

The stranger’s eyes became big as saucers. As he shook Austin’s hand, Austin could swear he smelled smoke from the fire generated by the man’s touch. His cock went hard immediately, which wasn’t a great thing to have happen in tight, low-slung jeans.

“I’m Tony Rumalati. Are you any relation to Houston?”

Austin kept hold of Tony’s hand as his last name finally sank in. “Yeah. She’s my baby sister. I guess from the last name you must be some relation to Neil?”

The elevator doors opened and seemed to startle both men. Austin shook his head slightly and released Tony’s hand as the stepped inside the elevator.