Kemper Ribar was searching for an oasis where he could recharge his batteries when he stumbled upon the Wrong Side of Heaven, an intriguing bar in the middle of nowhere. He hoped this pit stop would prove to be the respite he was looking for from the politics of his motorcycle club.
As a forty-year-old man, Kemper never anticipated that he would find himself making an instant connection with Chester, a free spirit operating what he came to realize was the town’s only gay bar. Flustered, he flees. But something keeps drawing him back, and soon, Kemper realizes that life could be different.
As the attraction builds between the two, it makes Kemper question everything … his identity, his choices, even his devotion to his club.
Be Warned: m/m sex
“I’m starting to doubt my place in the club. Everything is different from how it was twenty years ago.”
One eyebrow went up in surprise. “All right. How was it twenty years ago?”
“It was … fun. I was surrounded by men who had my back and I had theirs. A family. Trust. I was never going to be a nine to five type of guy, and the club gave me a stability I didn’t even know I needed.”
“And now?” Chester asked.
“Now, I don’t trust any of them.” That admission was hard to voice. He felt like he was losing something that was his whole identity. “I feel like I’m alone again.”
Sympathy filled Chester’s eyes. “Is it the club that’s changed? Or you?”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. Because if I don’t have the club, then who am I?”
The question scared him so much he was willing to talk about it to a complete stranger.
“What is it that you like about it? I mean, is it the comradery? Being an outlaw? Freedom from the norm? Pussy?”
Kemper snorted. “That last, absolutely not.”
Chester raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, once upon a time, pussy was a good motivator. But it’s not sexy when a woman is faking, and they all fake it. Besides, fucking a woman with a dozen other men’s cum inside her isn’t as sexy as you’d think.”
“I never thought pussy was sexy to begin with.”
“Touché,” Kemper said dryly.