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Start your engines, mount up, and get ready for the ride of a life-time…
Sexy gay fiction author Devlin Young donned his helmet, black leather jacket, and jeans. Then he mounted his Kawasaki and set off for what he anticipated would be a wild ride to Sturgis. There were thousands of motorcycles, thousands of men, but only one Sam Rhodes.
When web-designer Sam Rhodes joined a local group called The Leather Boys, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but he knew what it was he wanted. Amidst the decadence and insanity of the monster event, all Sam could think about was what it would be like to share an erotic experience with the deliciously naughty Dev Young.
Never one to apologize for who he is, or who he desires, Devlin doesn’t understand Sam’s reluctance to openly explore their relationship or his wish to keep their liaisons confined to the darkness of their tents while at the rally. Then he crosses swords with a tough-as-nails biker who both taunts and tempts him, unleashing a potentially dangerous craving and pushing Dev to make a choice.
Excerpt:
Dev hiked his bike up on its kickstand and climbed off. Taking a minute to devour the sight of this hunk from his mane of brown hair to his leather boots, Dev wished they were already a couple and he could grab him where he wanted to grab him. Namely, his tight ass and bulging crotch.
“Wow, look at you!” Sam shook his head in admiration. “Sexy black leather rider.”
That comment reeked of a come-on in Dev’s book. “You like?” Dev spun around for him so Sam could admire his backside as well.
“Nice!” Looking down at his own outfit, Sam asked, “Do I look like a dork?”
Choking at the totally inaccurate appraisal, Dev had to hold back so he wouldn’t drool down his chinstrap. “Uh. No. You look like anything but a dork.”
“Really?”
At the seductive gaze he was receiving, Dev opened his mouth to ask flat out, are you gay? But before he got the chance, Sam said, “We’d better go,” and busily checked that things were secure on his bike, placing his helmet on his head.
“Right.” Dev straddled his seat and started his engine.
Walking the five hundred pound-plus machine backwards to give Sam room to turn around in the garage, Dev waited. Sam closed the garage door, and nodded he was ready. As Sam accelerated out of the parking area, Dev was in heat staring at him. The man was so fucking gorgeous, and in that leather riding outfit, on that cherry red crotch-rocket, Dev knew his briefs were already damp with pre-come just from looking at the guy.
Christ, what a cock-tease you are, Rhodes!
Keeping up with him down Bigger Road to Clyo and flying up Wilmington Pike, Dev kept imagining their first kiss. Alone, in a tent, in the dark. God, hold me back I’m going to die.
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