STORY EXCERPT

Grayson growled, scowling at him. “Don’t tell me what I will or won’t do. You know the law. If you’re in a fight, you go to jail and pay a fine.”

Shoving his hand in his pocket he pulled out the two hundred dollars. “Here, it’s all I’ve got. I didn’t start the fight and I don’t give a fuck what the law is. It’s a stupid law. Go arrest Wesley’s sorry, scrawny ass and throw away the key. The man’s nuts.”

Though he knew Grayson could do the same to him, Mink couldn’t seem to keep his mouth shut. Long fingers curled around his money. “You go stand by my car.”

“No. I’m going to go to the clinic and see if they can stitch up my lip. Then I’m going to call my sister for a ride home.”

The sheriff was getting madder by the moment. Mink saw it. Mink didn’t care. He glared up at the much taller, more muscular man. He resisted the impulse to stomp his foot. He did, however, squeal like a little girl when a brawny arm was wrapped around him and he was carried to the nearby patrol car. The rear door was opened and he was all but thrown in the backseat.

“Don’t you bleed on my car,” Grayson told him in an ominous voice, then slammed the door shut.

Mink sat up and saw that the car windows were down. It was hot out and there weren’t really that many dangerous, out of control characters in Silver. Most would ride quite peacefully in the back of the cruiser and not even think about escaping.

Except that Mink wasn’t in the mood to think, or to consider the consequences of his next actions. As soon as Grayson went into the Kimura Brothers’ clothing store Mink climbed out of the window and took off down the brick-paved street. It was only then that he realized that he only had one shoe on. Great, he thought angrily, now he was not only broke but out a shirt and a pair of shoes.

Madder than he had been a few seconds before, he ran down the street and around the corner. It was early Saturday afternoon and the town was crowded. People stared as he wove his way through, hurrying along the sidewalk. He should have gone the other way and headed out of town. Now there were a hundred people who’d be able to point his direction out when the sheriff came looking for him. And he would. Grayson wasn’t the kind of guy to let people disobey him.

Mink was almost to the end of the square when a man leaving the bakery walked into his path. A box of cream puffs and a cup of coffee hit the ground at their feet.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, mister!” He shook the hot coffee off his foot. There was lump of the filling on his big toe. It wouldn’t shake loose.

And he was sorry. Now there was an even better chance he’d get caught by the sheriff. He was still staring at the mess on the sidewalk, trying to edge around it. He hadn’t looked up at the face of the man he’d run into.

“Try watching where you’re going, Melvin.”

Mink’s head jerked up. He stared in shock at the handsome veterinarian he’d been flirting with every chance he got. Not that it had done any good. He was still single and as horny as hell. Sometimes he thought his dick was just going to fall off.

“Don’t call me that!” he snapped angrily.

“What’s wrong with your lip? Have you been in a fight? Why’s your shirt all ripped up?”

“Yes, I was in a fight. I was attacked by a crazy person. Now, I’m sorry I ran into you. I’ll pay you back when I get the money.” He backed away, trying to get moving again.

Rafe McNeil wasn’t having it. A strong, long-fingered hand wrapped around his upper arm, causing Mink to tremble. He’d been having a lot of fantasies since meeting the handsome vet. Having Rafe touch him would fuel a few more of them, never mind the circumstances.

“You’re not going anywhere. I’m taking you over to the clinic to get that looked at. You might need a couple of stitches.”

“No need. I can get there by myself.”

A short laugh escaped the man. “Except that you’re heading in the wrong direction.” Bluish-green eyes raked over him. “So, why don’t you tell me why you’re running?”

Mink couldn’t see any reason not to tell the man. After all, in another fifteen minutes or so Silver’s grapevine would have spread the details throughout the town.

“I’ll have to go to jail for two hours for fighting, whether I started it or not, which I didn’t. I already gave the sheriff two hundred dollars. He can keep it.”

“The fine wouldn’t be that high.” Rafe appeared confused, as he should. Mink was confused and it was his life. He just wanted to get patched up and go home. “Why would you give him so much?”

“Because I don’t particularly give a flying fuck about it at the moment.” He jerked on his arm. Fuck, could the day get any worse? It had started with such promise and now it was in the toilet. The reason he had wanted the new shirt had a grip on his arm. He had heard Rafe was now a Silver Edge member. A night of hanging out at the club might have paid off. Now it was all shot to hell because some crazy-ass fashion designer was blaming him for something that had never happened. “Will you let me go? I want to go home.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“I want you to suck my cock.”

Horrified that he’d actually said the words swirling around in his head, Mink slapped his hands over his mouth. His face burned. The tips of his ears ignited as mortification burned through him. The conflagration grew tenfold as Rafe laughed softly. Once again he wished a hole would open up and swallow him.

When Rafe opened the door and got out, Mink’s head jerked around to stare. He watched as the man crossed in front of the truck, the glow of the parking lights illuminating him for a moment, before he disappeared into the darkness. His heart pounded in his chest, wondering what Rafe was planning on doing. The anticipation was killing him, even though only seconds had passed since the man had gotten out of the truck.

A squeak of surprise erupted from his throat as the passenger door was opened. Rafe was standing there, a wicked grin on his handsome face. He leaned close, reaching across Mink’s body to unlatch the seat belt. Their torsos brushed and he inhaled the man’s unique scent again.

“What are you doing?” Mink demanded in a panic as he was turned around on the seat so his legs were hanging out of the truck. A hand went to his belt and undid it, then the zipper, which wasn’t an easy task since his cock was pressing against it, demanding to be released. He wrapped his hand around a strong wrist. “Stop. What are you doing?”

“Making your wish come true. You want me to suck your cock. And I want to suck your cock. I think that works out rather well, don’t you?”

Rafe was very close, stroking his thighs with strong hands. It made his balls ache even more. “You want to suck my cock?”

All the air left his lungs. His head spun. He stared at the other man as if he’d never seen him before. Was it possible? Was it true? Or was he just dreaming? Maybe he’d fallen asleep. It was possible. He’d had a very long, trying day. So much had happened since he’d left the house that morning. They’d had wine in the park. That was it. He had drunk too much wine and fallen asleep and now he was dreaming about Rafe and sex.

Only Rafe seemed very real, as did the hand cupping his balls through his pants. His fingers flexed around the wrist he held. He wondered what he should do to get himself out of this situation. He wanted to appear confident and sexy, not a horny fool.

After he asked he prayed he didn’t sound as stupid as the question. The man had just told him what he wanted to do. Why was he questioning it at all? He should shut up in case it gave the man enough time to change his mind. And he would just die if he did. Yes, he would die if Rafe changed his mind about sucking his cock.

“Yes, cutie, I want to suck your cock. I’ve thought about little else the last hour or two. Even if we don’t do anything else tonight, I want to know the feel of your cock in my mouth, your taste on my tongue.”

Dreams could come true. Mink covered his face with his hands, trying to comprehend it all. It was nearly impossible to believe until he felt cool air on his cock and a warm hand wrapping around it and gently pulling it free of his clothing. His body jerked instinctively, reacting to the unfamiliar feeling of having someone else touching his body.

It was going to happen. Rafe was going to suck his cock. Holding his breath he waited. And waited. There was warm breath on his skin. Mink’s body was so tense he thought he would snap in half if Rafe didn’t hurry up and put him out of his misery.

A groan was pulled from his throat when Rafe swiped at the head of Mink’s cock with the tip of his tongue, licking away what was likely copious amounts of pre-cum. Oh, fuck, nothing in his life had ever felt so good. His hands fluttered over Rafe’s dark head, wanting to stroke the silky black hair encouragingly, but he was afraid he’d ruin the moment by distracting the man. When the head of his cock was sucked in between warm, wet lips his hips jerked and he grabbed Rafe’s head, holding on as the man took more and more of his cock into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Mink cried, head thrown back, body arching over the console. “Can I have more? Please! More?”