Pleasures of Somerville Park

Genre: LGBT Historical
Previous Book: Object of His Desire

Arsen went inside the stable, shutting the door behind him. The air was considerably warmer than outside and held the distinct scents of horses, hay, and leather. Only a single lantern hanging from a hook outside a stall lit the red brick aisle. Given it was now well into the evening, the grooms would have retired hours ago.

Closing his eyes, he focused on listening. Beneath the occasional soft swoosh of hooves through straw as horses moved about their stalls, he heard the faint sound of a brush and then the gentle pat of a hand on a sleek neck.

He followed the sounds and found Henry brushing one of the horses in its stall, his back to Arsen. The animal’s coal black coat shone like fine satin under the soft golden glow of the lantern. Arsen did not doubt his grooms’ skill, and he certainly paid them well for their efforts, but the horses had flourished under Henry’s gentle, loyal hand.

The man had abandoned his coat and his shirtsleeves were rolled to his elbows exposing his strong forearms. Arsen would not have believed it possible, but Henry had filled out even more since last summer. The country definitely agreed with him. The broad shoulders now beyond broad. The powerful muscles of his back bunched and flexed beneath his cream waistcoat. Over six feet two inches of rugged, blatant masculinity.

Henry dropped to his haunches to sweep the brush down one of the horse’s front legs. His tan breeches stretched across his firm, round arse.

A grunt rumbled Arsen’s throat. Damn, he had missed that delectable gorgeous arse.


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