STORY EXCERPT

“I know it’s hard to be gay in a town full of macho hawks and falcons, but you work with one of the gayest men in town.”

“Who?”

“Cameron Sweetgrass,” he said with a smirk. “And Anderson clearly isn’t straight. I also have my suspicions about your buddy Gable. I’ve seen him watching Sweetgrass’s ass like he wants into that so bad he’d cut off his wrist for a taste.”

Anderson wasn’t just Gage’s boss. Cove Anderson was the chief of police and had grown up here in Talonwitch but hadn’t officially come out even though everyone had known he was gay. And Gable, had also grown up here, and was Gage’s co-worker.

Gable, like Gage wasn’t out.

Gage grunted. “Just—”

“Spare me the games,” Carlo cut in with a wave of his hand. “The club is basically by invitation only at this point, but I sent him an invite along with a few forms. He sent the forms back…answered.”

“So?”

“So, you just might see him here. Maybe he’s your type.” He gave Gage a secret smile that made his stomach knot wondering what the man knew about him.

Because no one knew he’d recently had a hot couple of nights with the man who curled his toes and made him want to do things he’d only dreamed of.

But that had been a lapse in judgement. It wasn’t going anywhere. Gage knew that. He wanted to be more like his boss. He wanted to come out, and he wanted a man willing to live in the light too.

Man?

Yeah.

There he’d admitted it to himself. He preferred men, but admittedly not just any man.

“Don’t worry about my type,” Gage told him. “Why did you even invite me here?”

“I thought it would be great to have a cop or two around the place,” Carlo told him. “Someone to give my security a few pointers on how to handle things. You know what is legal and what isn’t in case someone steps out of line.”

He lifted his brows. “Seriously?” he asked.

“Then our membership should be free, don’t you think, Gage?”

A hand landed on his shoulder, and Gage tensed as he turned to look up into mischievous brown eyes set in a handsome face.

“Well, I see you decided to check things out in person,” Carlo drawled. “Good. What do you think so far?”

“I haven’t seen much,” Rios Gable replied, his gaze going to their host. “But if I had known there was even such a sight as this, I’d have stopped by a few days ago.” He brought his brown eyes to rest on Gage again, and Gage shivered from the intensity as Gable ate him up.

“Get the man a beer,” Carlo said to the same bartender who’d gotten their beers.

“Right away.” The man came over and set a longneck bottle on the smooth bar counter and deftly removed the cap. His gaze lingered on Gable for a moment before he moved on.

“Boss,” a man called. “Can I have a minute?”

“Excuse me, boys,” Carlo said. “Get a table, have a few quiet moments to discuss if helping me would be suitable. Of course, I’d give you a reduced membership. Severely reduced to keep things aboveboard.” He gave them a wink and motioned for them to follow him.

Gage rose reluctantly, and Gable gave him a smile as Gage moved past him, their bodies brushing. Heat rushed him, crashing over him like a wave, causing Gage to catch his breath.

Damn it. What was it about the man that got him rock hard and flustered at the same time?

He’d known Gable for most of his life and had only jacked off to his picture a million times in high school.

Gable had been a star soccer player, and Gage had been hot for him all through high school. When Gable had come back from college in Texas, he’d put on several pounds of muscle and firmed up his ass even more.

He was still so damned hot, and Gage had recently found out how gay the man was.

But what was he doing here?

“Enjoy,” Carlo said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, and we can talk in my office.”

Gable took a swallow of his beer. “I don’t trust him,” he said as he set the bottle on the table. “What’s your take?”

Gage shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“I didn’t ask you what you knew,” Gable said, his gaze intense on Gage now, making Gage shiver.

There was just something about Gable that made his body break out into a hot sweat. And his dick seemed to have a mind of its own whenever Gage looked at Gable, but it was—it was just loneliness and a crazy moment they’d gotten caught up in not too long ago.

“I asked what you thought or what you’ve inferred from your conversation with him.”

Gage frowned at the dominance in the other man’s tone and took a pull of his own beer. “Is there something going on here I don’t know about?”

“Such as?” Gable leaned back against the chair, and he stretched his long legs out so his feet were bracketing Gage’s.

 “Such as Covington investigating something behind my back.”

Gable’s lips pulled into a slow smile. “He doesn’t answer to you,” he said and leaned toward him. “If he wanted to investigate something, he’s within his rights to do that.”

“He sent you here to check out the club.”

Gable took another swallow of his beer. “You’re so suspicious,” he replied. “Is that because you feel guilty coming here?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“That’s good because I thought we were establishing the fact that that ass belonged to me, along with every other part of you.”

Gage glared at him, yet at the same time, his dick got hard. He just loved when the man got all authoritarian on him.

“I don’t know where you’re going with this, but we both agreed whatever we were doing was just hanging out.”

“Is that what you call it?” Gable murmured. “Just hanging out when I make you melt so hard you scream?”

“Sto—”

“Is this why you couldn’t see me tonight? You were coming here to get laid because I wasn’t giving you what you needed?”

“I—" He broke off, glaring at Gable. “Don’t go there.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Cove kissed his shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind?” Cameron asked, humor in his tone. “Even if I did, that wouldn’t stop you from touching me.”

Cove nipped the side of his neck, and Cameron gasped and swatted at his thigh lightly.

“Stop being a bully,” he murmured, and Cove glided his hands down Cameron’s thighs. “Too tired?” He slipped his hand between Cameron’s legs, running his fingers up the slit of his pussy.

Cameron moaned. “You would ask me that while you had your hand between my legs,” he said huskily.

Cove kissed Cameron’s neck as he slipped two fingers inside his sheath and dew coated his digits. He pushed them deeper but took his time, making sure Cameron’s body was ready.

Cameron shivered. “Mm.”

He loved how tight his body was and how quickly Cameron got wet for him. He wanted to take things a little slower, but he was already too aroused just from watching Cameron.

Cameron twisted in his arms then and growled.

“Cam…”

Cameron caressed his chest as he looked up into Cove’s brown eyes. His heated blue gaze was a caress that turned his desire up volumes. Cove bent to him, kissing him hungrily, and Cameron stroked his hip, his fingers curving to Cove’s ass as the kiss grew heated.

“The shower is the wrong place for this,” Cameron murmured, and Cove kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Not really.”

Cameron laughed wickedly and fisted his cock. His thumb slid over the head, and Cove groaned.

 “See,” Cove said roughly. “You can handle my dick anywhere.”

“I didn’t say I couldn’t.” Cameron moved his hand back and forth, his grip tight just like Cove liked it. Cove hissed. Cameron cupped his balls and stroked them between his fingers.

Cove closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the stimulation, his skin getting even hotter. His dick felt as if it was too big for his skin. He was tight and aching.

Cameron caressed Cove’s inner thigh as he ran his tongue around a flat nipple. Then he gave Cove’s prick a pull before teasing the head again. He pumped faster, and Cove was certain he was going to explode.

“Not like this,” he said roughly and drew Cameron’s hand away and turned him to face the tiles.

“Your staying power is getting a bit low on gas,” Cam teased.

Cove pumped his dick and guided the head to the entrance of Cameron’s body. “I like fucking you from behind,” he said in Cameron’s ear and thrust into him, filling him in a single long stroke.

Cam gasped, and Cove kissed the side of his neck, holding his husband to him. “Your body is intriguing and so perfect,” he whispered.

Cameron didn’t reply, and Cove thought he’d pushed the wrong button. He knew how sensitive Cam was about his body, though that was slowly changing.

He gave Cameron’s ass a light slap. “Get out of your head.” He drew out and slid back in, filling Cameron. Cove kept the pace easy, despite his urge to take him hard and fast.

“Cove,” Cameron called his name softly as he caressed Cove’s thigh.

Cove thrust into him and pulled out, the sensations delicious each time he re-entered the tight clasp. Cameron’s pussy was wet, his cream coating his cock.