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Those dusty pink buds, nestled in a smattering of chest hair, is what got my attention first.

I spent the day in town with Fizz, making sure we were visible. We didn’t see the abusive shitbag, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t see us. Or hear us. Fizz can be obnoxious with revving. Fizz had to get some stuff done, but I decided to stick around. Other than our bar at the clubhouse, this is the best in a couple hundred-mile radius especially if you’re queer.

It really delivered tonight.

This guy is my ultimate fantasy. He’s as tall and built as me, with dark brown hair and a broody look that makes my knees wobble. I head straight for him. There isn’t any way I’m letting this hottie slip through my fingers. I watch as he looks me over,his lust-filled eyes tracking my every move. I can’t help the smile that takes over my face.

He wants me.

“Hi, I’m the man you’re going to be taking home tonight,” I say, holding out my hand.

He looks at my hand and slowly licks his lips. I swear I feel that in my cock.

He takes my hand, and before he has the chance to shake it, I bring it to my lips and place a chaste kiss there.

Is a kiss chaste if I use a little bit of tongue? Hmm, I’ll ask Echo.

“That’s very gentlemanly,” he says, his voice deep washing over me, sending sparks straight to my balls. My first assessment was right. This man is pure sex.

“I don’t feel very gentlemanly towards you,” I tell him honestly, and amusement lights his eyes. “I want to cum all over those nipples.”

Fuck.

“That was meant to be an indoor thought.”

“Indoor?”

“Indoor, inside my brain,” I try to explain, but I have a feeling I’m making it worse.

“I weirdly think I understood what you were going for there,” he smiles. He runs his hand through his hair, making the mesh of his shirt rub against those distracting nipples. I watch as they get hard. They must be so sensitive. I take a step forward, so mesmerized by those perfect buds that I have no free will over my body.

“Come on, dimples,” he says, standing up from the bar stool and grabbing my hand. “Let’s take you back to my motel.”

I follow him like the good little puppy I am.

“Dimples? Motel?”

He looks at me over his shoulder. “Your dimples are sexy as fuck, and I’m staying at the motel down the street. Now come on. Unless you want to stay and talk more?”

“No, no, I want the sex.”

He drags me through the bar and out the door. His impatience is a huge fucking turn-on. The minute the door to his motel room slams shut behind us, he’s on me. He backs me up against the wall, crowding me, leaning in slowly, running his eyes over me before he claims my lips as his own. As first kisses go, this is intense. Sucks, tastes, bites, his tongue invades my mouth, and I take it all.

He may be owning my mouth now, but pretty soon, I’m going to be owning the rest of his body.

Which reminds me…

“Are you a top or bottom?” I ask, pulling away from him, gasping. He doesn’t let me pull away completely, his lips going straight to my neck, making my eyes flutter close.

“Bottom.”

“Thank fuck for that,” I gasp. I slide my hands underneath his shirt, feeling delicious abs as I make my way up to his mouth-watering nipples. I listen to the hitch of his breath as I gently squeeze his nipple on repeat. Everything this man does is sexy.

“What’s your name?”

“Not important. What matters right now is that we are both still fully clothed, and we need not be,” he says in between pressing kisses along my throat.

“If you don’t tell me your name, I’m just gonna make one up for you.” I flick his nipple again, but he says nothing. “That’s it, I’m going to call you Petal.”

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