About This Book
When Henry’s boyfriend Nigel heads off on another long business trip, the suburban garden is suddenly crying out for attention. Especially from rugged, late-fifties Steve: thick-armed, silver-bearded, and packing a seriously heavy tool.
One blazing Tuesday, polite chat over tea turns into a filthy greenhouse pounding. Then another.
Then Steve casually brings his cheeky, tattooed mate Eddy… and things get properly hands-on.
Bent over the potting bench. Spread across the wicker sofa. Taken hard on the sun-drenched lawn while two thick loads drip down his thighs. Henry quickly learns exactly how much “double digging” two experienced older gardeners can deliver and just how gloriously messy it gets.
No guilt. No strings. Just pure sweaty, laugh-out-loud summer filth… until the bill lands on the kitchen counter.
Because business is still business even when they’ve left him dripping.