"Much to my delight, this eighth book of the ‘Cade Creek’ series focuses on Dorien. He is the brother of former-biker-now-bar-owner Harvey, and I have been wondering what his story might be. Had I not read the blurb, I would have thought Dorien to be an absolute scumbag as I read the first few pages. The one thing that redeemed him immediately was his reaction to discovering Artie tied up in the trunk of the drug dealer’s car. What follows is a love story with many obstacles, including Dorien’s stupidity, the drug dealers’ and gun runners’ evil plans, and a leak in the undercover team that almost gets the good guys killed. This is an action-packed tale, brutal in places as you’d expect in a crime-filled mystery, with encounters between Dorien and Artie that made my laptop virtually smoke from the heat as I turned the pages. Artie has fought hard for his independence, from an age when he should have still been under his parents’ protection. The one time he shows a weakness by being kind, his evil stepfather takes advantage and sells him to a drug lord. He gets rescued by Dorien, much to his surprise, but Artie’s suffering is far from over. Not many would be able to deal with what he has to go through, but Artie is a lot stronger than he looks. And when he decides his days of being a victim are over, and that he wants to build a life with Dorien no matter how long he has to wait for him, Artie becomes unstoppable. Dorien is one tough guy. He has been trying to dismantle the drug cartel for a long time, and his undercover persona as a biker has pretty much become who he is—but only on the outside. He has a heart of gold, at least for Artie, and once he realizes how important Artie is to him, he moves heaven and earth to be with the man he is quickly falling in love with. Unfortunately the drug lord and his allies have other plans, and they make Dorien’s life pretty difficult. Not that this will stop Dorien. If you like stories about tough men who have their heart in the right place, if men who learn to stand up for themselves no matter what are your thing, and if you’re looking for a story that is as suspenseful as it is hot, then you will probably like this novella." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
The pounding feet behind him spurred Artie on. He put on a burst of speed as he zipped around a wall only to find himself at the end of a room with no way out. Artie felt tears spring to his eyes as he spun back around, hoping against hope that Dorian would trip or slide or miss him or something. Anything so that Artie could slip past him.
The man just stopped in the entryway and crossed his arms.
"I don't want to die," Artie whispered. "Please don't kill me. I won't tell. I didn't see anything anyway. I was locked in the trunk."
The man's dark eyebrow arched. "Not during the shootout."
"I had my eyes closed."Most of the time. He had taken a small peek out of curiosity, especially after he heard the car crash into the wall. "I swear I didn't see anything."
"Artie." Maybe giving he man his name would make him seem more like a person and less like a victim. "My name is Artie Mills."
"Well, Artie Mills, I have no intention of killing you."
Artie stood up straighter, some of the tension draining from his muscles. "You don't?"
"Hell, no. I don't kill people." The man frowned rather deeply. Artie didn't think that was a good thing. "Well, I try not to kill people. It happens on occasion. But I don't like doing it."
"Okay." What did that mean for him? "Can I go home then?"
"You want to go home after your father traded you for drugs?" The words were growled, angry. "Your father practically sold you to Jazz, a man that deals in human trafficking."
That was exactly what the man had done.
Artie winced even as he jutted his chin out, refusing to give in to the sorrow flooding him. "Stepfather, and I don't live with him. I have my own place and I have for a very long time."
Too long, actually. No fifteen year old kid should have to go out into the world and support himself. He should have been cared for by his family instead of running the streets, except that they were drunks and drug addicts and people Artie would just rather forget existed. Working at an electronics shop for minimum wage looked pretty damn good after dealing with his fucked up family.
"If he doesn't live with you, how did Jazz get his hands on you?"
"Fucker called and told me my ma got hurt and he needed some money to pay for her prescription. I was stupid enough to buy his shit. When I got to the house, those men were waiting for me. My ma wasn't even there."
When the tall man gave him a strange look, Artie just shrugged. So he still had a soft spot for his mother. He couldn't help it. She had given birth to him. He didn't really want anything to do with the woman, and he would never loan her money. But he wasn't above picking up her prescription and paying for it and then taking her the meds. And his stepfather had used that against him.
Artie wouldn't make that mistake again.
"Please, I'd really like to—" Artie's mouth snapped shut when Dorian's gaze shot back down toward the front of the warehouse. A moment later he strode across the room with a single minded purpose. The fear Artie had been feeling minutes ago came back with a vengeance as he backpedaled until he hit the wall behind him. "Please, don't. I—"
Artie gasped as he was grabbed and lifted up against the wall, an arm braced under his ass to hold him up. A large hand fisted in his shoulder length hair, yanking his head back. Artie caught just a glimmer of remorse before his lips were captured in a kiss that curled his toes.
Dorian woke to hot wet suction around his dick. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation. In fact, it was all he could do not to shout out as pleasure swamped him. The lips wrapped tightly around his dick had nothing on the tongue trying to lick him like a melting ice cream cone. And if that wasn't enough, soft nimble fingers were doing things to his balls and ass that made him want to start singing a hallelujah chorus.
Dorian reached down and slid his fingers into the long silky tresses creating a curtain between him and what had to be the erotic show of a lifetime. He fisted Artie's hair, moving it out of his line of vision.
Slowly sucking in a breath so he wouldn't break Artie's concentration, Dorian took in what had to be the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed. Artie's swollen lips were stretched wide around his cock. His eyes were closed as if he was in a dream world of his own making.
One hand caressed Dorian's aching balls, stroking them, massaging them between his fingers. The other hand trailed over the taut skin between Dorian's balls and his ass. For a moment, Dorian was discomforted by the sensation, his skin prickling.
Not since he first discovered he was gay had he allowed someone to touch him there. One bad encounter with an inexperienced lover had taught him he preferred to give rather than receive. With the magical way Artie was caressing the ring of muscles encircling his tight opening, he might reconsider.
"Little bit." Dorian desperately needed to know if Artie was sober because he was about to fill the man's mouth with the results of his eager efforts. When those honey brown eyes lifted up to his, Dorian swallowed hard, the feeling of drowning so real he wondered how he could still breathe.
Artie's lips were too stretched around Dorian's cock for him to smile, but his eyes did it for him, their clear light brown depths conveying all he couldn't say. Dorian blew out a relieved breath as he reached for the leather saddlebag propped against the wall next to the mattress. It took him a little longer to find what he was looking for but Artie kept sucking him the entire time and that made Dorian hurry.
He dropped the condom on the mattress beside him and then handed the bottle of lube to Artie. The gorgeous man cocked an eyebrow, staring for a moment before taking the bottle. Dorian pulled his knees up and then let them drop to the side, opening himself up to Artie.
And then he waited.
Artie didn't disappoint. Just as he sucked the entire length of Dorian's cock into his mouth, he pushed a lubed finger into his ass.
"Fuck," Dorian growled as the pleasure burning through his body ignited and his entire body went up in flames. Artie—bless his gorgeous little mouth and his ability to deep throat every inch of Dorian's cock—continued to suck him through his orgasm.
By the time he could breathe again, he doubted there was an ounce of cum left in his body, Artie was moaning and wiggling, his hand under him, moving at a ferocious rate of speed.
"Oh hell, no!" If Artie was going to come, he was going to come at Dorian's hand. Dorian ignored the man's yelp as he lifted him up and spun him, laying him on the mattress before coming down over the top of him.
He pinned Artie's hands over his head before glancing down at the hard cock sandwiched between his abdomen and Artie's. It was red and leaking and looked almost painful. He smiled wickedly as he looked back up the Artie's eyes.
"Do you need to come, little bit?"
Dorian could feel his cock giving a valiant effort to come back to life at Artie's desperate whimper. He thought he would enjoy listening to nerdy Artie talk about nonsense. He never dreamed one pleading word from the man would have him hard enough to fuck a cement wall.
"You come when I say you come."Dorian knew it was high handed to control Artie's orgasm but there was a need deep in his gut to be what made Artie scream with pleasure. He needed to be the one to make the man lose his mind. He needed to touch the man, to kiss him and caress him.
"You're naked, Artie." The shudder that rippled through Artie's slim frame vibrated against Dorian in the most delicious way. "I'm going to make you come until you can't see straight."
Honey brown eyes blinked up at him, the resistance in Artie's body fading away. "Okay."