Excerpt 1:

Jeremy Lawson glanced around the packed club. He had no idea it would be so crowded this early. The weak spring sun had barely set when he arrived a few minutes before.

Releasing a long sigh with a pop of pursed lips, he returned his attention to the full bottle of beer in front of him. He hated the club scene. Once upon a time, he enjoyed the sweaty masses of men clamoring for attention, backroom hookups and one-night stands. Maybe he was just getting too old.

A few months before, he’d been ready to settle down for life with someone. Unfortunately, his “someone” had someone else. Jeremy had known for years that Rich had a thing for Dan. He just didn’t know Dan was waiting for someone to show him the closet door. As happy as Jeremy was for his friend, he was also lonely.

A body jostled Jeremy’s elbow as a deep voice barked an order at the bartender. “Whiskey, straight up.” Strong-looking fingers dropped a twenty on the bar then tapped an impatient staccato.

Jeremy eased to one side, allowing the newcomer more space at the crowded bar.

“Sorry, man.” Dim lights from behind the bar reflected in dark blond hair.

The unmistakable musk of male sweat distracted Jeremy with a shiver of desire. His reluctance eased at the idea of something other than his right hand around his cock. “No problem.” Jeremy looked up at the tall man. “You been dancing?” Inwardly, Jeremy rolled his eyes. He’d been out of the scene way too long if that was the best he could do.

“Nah…just got off work.” His gaze flickered around the room and up and down the bar. Anywhere except at Jeremy.

The bartender set a tumbler of caramel-colored liquid in front of him. The man snatched up the liquor and tossed it back. His forehead creased in a deep frown and his lips set in a grimace.

“Bad day, huh?” Jeremy flicked his gaze between the man and the now-empty glass.

“More of the same.” His attention finally came to rest on Jeremy. A spark of interest clicked in his dark eyes. “Name’s David.”

“Jeremy.” Wrapping his fingers around the long-neck bottle of beer, Jeremy slid his hand up and down the damp glass in long, slow strokes. His cock twitched and began to fill. “With someone?”

“Not yet.” David’s gaze locked on Jeremy’s suggestive motions. “You?”

Jeremy shook his head slightly. Hesitation played across his tightening nerves. What was he doing? The club scene wasn’t really to meet men but to pick them up. One-night stands were something Jeremy thought he’d given up. But then masturbating to fantasies that would never come true was pathetic. “You want to go…” Jeremy tilted his head toward the club’s back room.

David’s gaze narrowed as he glanced in the indicated direction. “Let’s go outside instead. My truck.” Snagging his change from the bar, he turned then headed for the exit without another word.

Jeremy nodded as he plucked his change, leaving behind a generous tip. Weaving through the sea of people, he kept his gaze locked on the tall figure. His broad shoulders were a match for Jeremy’s stocky build, but David was at least four or five inches taller. The bulky muscles looked like he lifted weights, often and a lot.

The idea of being wrapped in those arms… Jeremy hurried toward the exit. Even if it was only one time, the urgency to feel a hot body against him instead of cold sheets drove his cock into anxious hardness.

As soon as Jeremy pushed through the heavy door of the club, his gaze darted around, looking for David. The cool spring air had a bit of a nip to it but not enough to cool off Jeremy’s growing need.

A sense of danger crept along his spine, mixing with increasingly urgent sexual desire. Picking up guys could be dangerous. Staying in the back room of a club was actually the safer option.

Jeremy caught the tall figure of David near the back corner of the cramped parking lot, well away from other cars and the lights. Standing next to a big white extended-cab pickup, David motioned Jeremy toward him. As he got closer, Jeremy could make out words stenciled on the door of the truck, but it was too dark to read them. The light didn’t come on when David opened the door.

Jeremy took a deep breath then hurried the remaining distance. The passenger side door popped open as he approached. “This is a really stupid idea…” he mumbled as he climbed up into the big truck.

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Excerpt 2:

As soon as the door closed, a strong hand grabbed Jeremy’s crotch. “Shit.” The pressure was both painful and erotic. “Give a guy a warning.”

David’s hand eased off a little. “What do you want?”

“Want?”

“You know…what’s on the menu for tonight?”

Jeremy wrapped his hand around David’s thick wrist then lifted his hand away from his cock. “Are we talking money here?” The last thing Jeremy needed was a prostitution bust.

“No!” David’s hand jerked away. “I’m not paying you.”

“Sorry. I just thought… Well, the way you said menu and… Never mind.” As much as Jeremy wanted human contact, this was a bad idea. “I should go.”

“No. I mean. Stay. I…” David released a long sigh. “I’m not very good at this.”

Jeremy chuckled. “Me either. Me either.” With a long sigh, Jeremy leaned back in the big comfortable seat. “So why do you do it?”

A soft snort sounded from the driver’s side. “Can’t have the one I want. Don’t know how to look for someone else.” A deep breath filled the cab of the truck. “You?”

“Same boat.” Jeremy glanced over at David. Little light reached the darkened corner of the parking lot. What did was banished by the shadows in the truck. Only David’s dark outline against the grayish night was visible. “And tired of my own hand.”

“Yeah. I understand that.” David’s hand slithered across the bench seat until his heat rested on Jeremy’s thigh. “So you wanna try this again?”

The heavy sense of loneliness eased around Jeremy’s soul. Being reminded he wasn’t the only broken heart out there helped to dispel some of his gloomy outlook on life. Sliding his hand over David’s, he nodded. “Yeah.” He tugged the large hand over until David’s palm pressed against his groin.

The heavy conversation had put a damper on Jeremy’s desire. The warmth of David’s touch renewed his flagging cock.

A soft groan escaped from David as he pulled away from Jeremy’s groin. Disappointment shot through Jeremy but didn’t last long. David twisted in the wide seat then stretched his body toward Jeremy.

Jeremy’s lips itched for a hard kiss. He wondered if David would still taste like whiskey. His anticipation faltered then skyrocketed as David’s head dipped into Jeremy’s lap.

Teeth raked against Jeremy’s denim-covered cock. A shiver of heat whipped through him. Fingers fumbled with Jeremy’s button and zipper. Hot breath teased through the cloth.

Jeremy slipped his hands between David’s head and his groin then made quick work of opening his jeans.

David rose up, one hand supporting him while the other tugged at Jeremy’s jeans.

Again Jeremy helped, pushing his jeans and briefs down, freeing his cock.

Devouring him like a starving man, David’s mouth swallowed Jeremy’s flesh. Deep, long strokes of wet heat. Fingers rolled his balls, pressed against his perineum. Flashes of pleasure stoked Jeremy’s need higher with each fast swallow.

Jeremy clenched the armrest with one hand while his other tightened around the short locks of David’s hair. “Fuck!” At this rate, Jeremy wouldn’t last long. “Slow down…” As good as it felt, he’d like the encounter to last longer than a couple of minutes.

As if he were programmed to obey, David’s greedy mouth slowed.

“Oh yeah.” Jeremy caressed the gently bobbing head. His fingers combed through the short hair, nails scratching David’s scalp.

A soft moan vibrated around Jeremy’s dick, revving up the intensity again. With each touch of Jeremy’s hands, David groaned and hummed.

Need curled through Jeremy’s stomach, a slow, aching path tingling through his balls. “David…” Jeremy whispered, his fingers tightening on David’s hair. “Gonna come…”

Instead of backing away, David’s head dipped lower. The strands of hair caught in Jeremy’s grip pulled tight. David’s throat tightened around the crown of Jeremy’s cock.

With a short shout of surprise, Jeremy pumped his hips into the amazing feeling and let go. Need pulsed through him, shooting deep into David’s throat. “Damn…” Jeremy’s breath caught as he whispered the word over and over again. “Damn…damn…damn…”

David’s head eased up into Jeremy’s hands. With a long, easy glide of lips and tongue, his mouth caressed the length of Jeremy’s flesh. A small suckling kiss teased the oversensitive tip. “Was it good?” The low whisper held a hint of need for approval.

“Fuck, yeah.” Jeremy sighed as his body relaxed into the seat. “Amazing.” His fingers combed the thick curls.

“Good…” David’s cheek rasped against Jeremy’s lower stomach. “Good…”

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