Page 2 of Hot Rucking Canadian

Knowing Jemima’s keen eye, slowly, deliberately, I pivoted my gaze. I wasn’t so desperate as to gawk. I also wasn’t too proud to show interest. At forty, I was way too old for games. A guy either wanted me or he didn’t. I’d readily admit I wasn’t picky. A lay was a lay. That attitude had landed me in hot water a couple of times, but I’d always managed.

Holy Mother of God.

Tall, broad, and built. A few inches above my own five-eight. Easily forty pounds more than me—mostly muscle. His shoulders were so wide, he nearly filled the doorway.

I was so scrawny that just about anyone could get past me easily.

Tanned skin. And, in the crappy lighting of the bar, I figured dark-brown eyes. That would fit. I couldn’t figure heritage, but Vancouver had a bit of just about everything, and God knew, none of that mattered to me.

I licked my lips.

Jemima snickered.

Tall, broad, and built stepped into the room. After he caught my gaze, he ducked his head.

Oh God, he’s shy. How adorable.At that moment, he also struck me as…submissive. No reason to know for certain, but his demeanor called to my inner Dominant. Most guys saw my tough exterior and, despite my size, pegged me as a Dom.

They weren’t wrong.

If I’d been judging by stereotype, I would’ve pegged this guy as a Dominant as well.

And likely would be wrong.

He managed to meet my gaze again.

Slowly, I gestured to the empty seat next to me. My jeans grew tight.

Just as slowly, he approached. Looking a little like a deer caught in the headlights. Obviously he’d never been here before and, just as clearly, he was in way over his head.

“He’s attracting some attention.” Jemima placed a glass of water before me as she whispered the words. Then, like magic, she disappeared.

The guy eased up as he approached.

He’s a marshmallow. Just an oversized teddy bear.

As he arrived at the barstool, though, he didn’t sit.

Might as well make my move.“I’ll follow you home. Go. Now.”

A grin broke out on his face. “Yes, Sir.”

And we’re off.

Chapter Two

Isaiah

As I drove back to my condo in the west end, with a motorcycle rider hard on my ass, I kind of marveled at my luck.

First time I’d tried that bar.

My buddy on the team had mentioned it the other day.

Johnnie was always trying to set me up. He and Roger had a competition going as to who would be successful at helping me find myforever man.

I’d worried. Coming out as gay while playing on a professional rugby team.

In the end, though, I needn’t have been concerned.

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