Coming Out on Top


 
 
 
 
 COMING OUT ON TOP
 
 
 
 NORA PHOENIX
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Coming Out on Top by Nora Phoenix. Copyright ©2020 Nora Phoenix (previously published as Snow Way Out)
 Cover design: Cate Ashwood
 Editing and proofreading: Tanja Ongkiehong
 
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 This book contains sexually explicit material which is suitable only for mature readers.
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 CONTENTS
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Connect with Nora
 
 
 
 
 Prologue
 
 
 Chapter 1
 
 
 Chapter 2
 
 
 Chapter 3
 
 
 Chapter 4
 
 
 Chapter 5
 
 
 Chapter 6
 
 
 Chapter 7
 
 
 Chapter 8
 
 
 Chapter 9
 
 
 Chapter 10
 
 
 Chapter 11
 
 
 Chapter 12
 
 
 Chapter 13
 
 
 Chapter 14
 
 
 Chapter 15
 
 
 Chapter 16
 
 
 Chapter 17
 
 
 Chapter 18
 
 
 Chapter 19
 
 
 Chapter 20
 
 
 Chapter 21
 
 
 Chapter 22
 
 
 Chapter 23
 
 
 Chapter 24
 
 
 Chapter 25
 
 
 Chapter 26
 
 
 Chapter 27
 
 
 Chapter 28
 
 
 Chapter 29
 
 
 Chapter 30
 
 
 Chapter 31
 
 
 Epilogue
 
 
 
 
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 PROLOGUE
 
 
 
 
 
 Out of all the people in all the world to be stuck in the snow with, it had to be him. It had to be this mouthwatering, hot as fuck, push-all-his-buttons, check-all- boxes bear of a man. Strike that. Bear of a straight man.
 Just his luck.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 1
 
 
 
 
 
 Quentin Frost anxiously awaited the verdict as Jerry, the AAA guy he’d called half an hour earlier, checked out the engine of his ancient Corolla. It had sputtered, then stalled, smoke and the distinct stench of burning oil drifting up from under the hood. He’d quickly parked the car on the shoulder of the quiet country road and had made use of his AAA membership for, like, the tenth time that year. Best. Investment. Ever. Though in hindsight, he should’ve maybe invested in a better car if he was gonna drive cross-country.
 It had taken Jerry only twenty minutes to get there, which was awesome because Quentin was freezing his ass off. His thin jacket and jeans were no match for the arctic temperatures, but especially not for the biting wind that had free rein here out in the open.
 He’d already planned on investing in some serious cold-weather gear, but maybe he should’ve done that before arriving in the northeast. A not-so-slight miscalculation on his part. He’d never been so motherfucking cold in his life. The kind of wet, icy cold that penetrated your bones, making you feel like you’d never, ever get warm again in your life.
 Wait, how long did frostbite take? He looked at his hands, slightly blue-ish by now.
 “I’m sorry, son, but that car is beyond saving.”
 Quentin refocused on Jerry’s growly voice and let out a long sigh as the guy closed the hood of his car with a loud thunk. Fuck me sideways. He was so screwed right now. Jerry wiped his hands on a black-stained cloth, then adjusted his faded blue Yankees cap. Judging by the many black stains on the front of that cap, this was a habitual gesture for him.
 “Now what?” Quentin asked. “I can’t imagine the car can stay here.”
 The damn thing had broken down on the side of the road just outside of some tiny village at the foot of the Adirondack mountains. The view was breathtaking, and he’d admired it as much as he could while he drove, but fat little good that did him now.
 Jerry shook his head. “Nope, it can’t. I can tow it to a junkyard that will take it.”
 “Will they give me anything for it?”
 Jerry shrugged. “Mac might. I can call him, if you want.”
 Quentin frowned. “Mac?”
 “Mac McCain, he’s our local junkyard owner. He’ll take anything, and he usually pays a decent price. Want me to give him a call?”
 Quentin nodded as he blew into his hands in a futile attempt to warm them up. What alternative did he have? He’d have to figure out a way to buy himself a new car, though how and with what money, he had no idea. His research grant barely covered his cost of living and did not allow for frivolous spending, as Professor Danson had stipulated. Would a car be considered frivolous? It would be damn hard to get around without one. What a clusterfuck.
 “Mac, it’s Jerry. Got a young kid