As an ex-Marine and a bookstore owner, Alex Kitteridge is not the kind of guy to lose his cool. At least, not until he meets Roderick Levine, a high-powered lawyer with an attitude and a passion for blaring his vehicle horn. When he makes the mistake of taking his anger out on Alex, Roderick finds he has messed with the wrong guy.
What starts as a grocery store argument soon explodes into a passionate night in steamy showers, moving vans, and locker rooms, with a sexual tension neither man can deny.
But what happens when it's all over? Could the jackass from the grocery store turn out to be something more, or was Alex just held captive?
Join me downstairs, the second note read, and an arrow pointed to the hallway that continued to the left of the staircase.
Alex followed the hallway around to the left until he came to another staircase, this one leading down. Roderick's shirt was there and another note with an arrow that simply pointed down.
Alex slowly maneuvered down the stairs, still expecting some sort of monster to greet him, and becoming more and more irritated with this man who loved to play games.
The bottom of the stairs opened into a large open room with beautiful cream tile covering the floors and the walls. Several dark wooden doors lined all three of the walls in the room, and in the middle of the room was a large pool with a fountain at the far end. About ten feet of tile filled the area between the pool and each wall. On the ground between the stairwell and pool was another note. On it, an arrow pointed to a door on the far wall.
This could be a trap, Alex thought to himself. I could walk in there and he could come at me with a meat cleaver.
"Or this could be the fuck of my life," Alex mumbled, feeling himself harden as he followed the tiled walkway around the pool and to the far door.
If Alex's cock was hard before he opened the door, it nearly burst from his pants when he saw what was on the other side.
He pushed the heavy wooden door open. Alex caught his breath as he saw a small locker room.
"This is definitely hot," Alex said, taking in the metal lockers that lined the walls and the long wooden bench that ran through the middle of the room.
At the far end of the room there was an opening to the right that Alex imagined led to showers, as he could hear at least two running rather asynchronously. Alex turned as he heard the door behind him close. He reminded himself that it was heavy and was going to make a noise. Something in him must have sensed Roderick enter, because as he quickly turned back, Alex saw the other man standing at the far end of the room near the shower opening clad only in a jockstrap.
Roderick was more tone than Alex had pictured, and Alex admired the thickness of the other man's legs and arms. Rod's nipples were also on the plump side, and of a deep red that matched his lips. For a moment Alex thought of how nice it was to be able to look at this man in the light without having to hide the fact that he was staring. Alex stared at Rod's naval, enjoying the round openness of it. Silverish hair, like that on Rod's head, lightly covered his chest, arms, and legs. Below his naval, the hair was dark and Alex stared at the trail that led into the jockstrap that was starting to protrude.
Alex smiled. It was rather obvious that Roderick was feeling just about the same way that he was -- horny.
"It's yours for the taking," Roderick said, looking his own body up and down.
"And what makes you think I want it?" Alex asked, unable to take his eyes off the other man.
"You're here. Aren't you?" Roderick asked. "A man who doesn't want something doesn't come this far."
"Perhaps I just want to beat your ass," Alex replied.
"Which is why I left my belt on the bench," Roderick said, nodding to the long wooden bench that seemed to separate them.