I loved writing this one, and there is a secondary character or two who are whispering in my ear about a sequel featuring them. While I don't have a deadline for that, I do have it down on my writing list...
The Biker's Pup
Whip came to the Gay Riders Carnival fundraiser weekend looking for a good time, but what he found was infinitely better.
Nick came to the Carnival with his so-called Master Dirk, but instead of having a good time, things moved quickly from bad to worse and Dirk responded to his safeword with a punch. Running away and hiding was Nick’s only option.
Broke, alone and not entirely sure how he’s going to get home, Nick thinks Whip is a dream come to life and he’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For his part, Whip is drawn to the sweet pup and falls hard for Nick over the course of the long weekend.
But what’s going to happen when the weekend is over?
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Whip glanced behind him and grinned. “Funnel cake. Come on.”
Whip’s smile was infectious and Nick found himself smiling right back.
“I’ve been waiting for that smile.” Laughing, Whip planted one on him.
Oh. Oh. It was like the world stopped.
Whips laughter faded and the kiss opened his mouth, Whip pushing his tongue in. With one hand, Whip grabbed the back of his head, with the other, his ass. The kiss went deeper, zinging between them. It took time for the cat-calling and whistles to push through.
Whip was staring down at him when their lips parted, looking at him like he was sex on legs. His own focus was complete, fastened onto Whip.
Whip’s slow smile was sexy as hell. “Suddenly I have a yen for checking out our accommodations again.”
Nick’s entire body ached with sudden need and all he could do was nod and lick his lips.
Whip took another kiss, then took Nick’s hand, tucked into Whip’s leather pants again, Whip himself striding back the way they’d come. Nick ran behind, jogging to keep up. Like a man on a mission, Whip didn’t stop for anything. Not for funnel cake, not for hugs or checking out any of the guys. It was simply a beeline back to the cabin.
They got to the door and Whip pushed it open, got Nick inside. The moment the door was closed, he was pressed up against it, three hundred pounds of muscle slamming up against him as Whip took his mouth and plundered it.
Nick lost his mind. Lost it.
None of the kisses he’d ever had before had been like this. All those months with Dirk and he’d never felt anything like this. Not once.
Whip’s hands tilted his head, tongue pushing deeper into his mouth. He reached up, holding on, trying to keep his balance. Whip’s shoulders were so fucking huge, the leather of Whip’s jacket creaking beneath his hands and his cock ached, it was so full and swollen.
Lifting him at his hips, Whip picked him right up off the floor. Fuck. The move to wrap his legs around Whip’s body was instinctive. Whip wrapped his big hands around Nick’s ass, holding on as Whip moved them to the bed.
What was he doing? Why was he rubbing on Whip like a needy slut?
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