STORY EXCERPT

“Come here, little one.” Keeland Fagon squatted down close to the bushes on the side of the road and tried to coax the small kitten out. The poor thing was so small it was all big blue eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. Just come out.”

The white fur ball of hissing fury just growled at Keeland and cringed back further into the thick prickly bushes. Keeland sighed, knowing that the kitten was so scared that he wasn’t going to be able to get it out of the bushes the old-fashioned way. He’d have to use stronger measures.

For a moment, Keeland considered just diving into the bushes after the darn thing, but knowing his luck, he’d just end up with an ass full of pricklies, and that really didn’t sound like fun. True, he liked pointy things in his ass, but bushes didn’t even come close.

Keeland closed his eyes and concentrated on the kitten. He could feel its overwhelming fear almost immediately. The poor thing was terrified. Keeland sent waves of calm toward the kitten, hoping that it would settle down and come to him.

He couldn’t just leave the thing out here to survive on its own. It would die for sure. Keeland wasn’t sure what had happened to its mother, but it was obvious from the moment Keeland drove around the bend in the road and saw the kitten crossing in front of him that it was alone in the world.

Keeland hoped to catch the kitten, take it back to his veterinarian clinic, check it over, and then maybe find a good home for it. But leaving it out here in the middle of nowhere to fend for itself just went against everything Keeland believed in.

Gods, he wished people would learn to spay and neuter their pets. There would be a lot less abandoned animals in the world, and it would make his job a lot easier.

Keeland continued to send waves of calm toward the small kitten until he felt a little sandpaper tongue lick the palm of his hand. He opened his eyes in surprise and glanced down to see the kitten trying to curl up in his hands.

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest thing,” Keeland said as he picked the kitten up and cradled his furry little body to his chest. Well, not really. The kitten looked like it needed a good bath and some food, lots of food.

But he was still cute. And he was a she.

Oops.

Keeland kept the kitten cuddled to his chest as he stood and started back across the road to his car. “It was a good thing for you that I decided to take the back road to town. You could have been out here for days, maybe even months.”

He knew that the kitten couldn’t understand a word he was saying, but she would understand the soft tone Keeland used. Keeland found in his line of work that keeping calm usually meant his patients were calm, looking to him for direction and help.

It made him an effective veterinarian.

Which was good considering that he didn’t like people much. People were nothing like animals. Animals didn’t go out of their way to stab other people in the back. They hunted, but only for food or defense. They cared for their young, and they didn’t try and destroy everything around them.

Humans were the exact opposite in Keeland’s experience. They did whatever they had to do to make it ahead, including stabbing others in the back and destroy everything of beauty around them. And what they didn’t understand, they killed, and people didn’t seem to understand much.

Most of them were idiots in Keeland’s book.

Just as Keeland reached the center of the small two-lane road, a motorcycle came flying around the bend in the road. Keeland barely had time to jump out of the way before the motorcycle was on him.

He dove for the side of the road in front of his car, wincing when his body crashed into the hard, unforgiving ground. He kept his arms tightly wrapped around the kitten as he tumbled across the ground and came to rest in the ditch just beyond the edge of the road.

He heard a loud squealing noise and raised his head just in time to see the large motorcycle go careening off the opposite side of the road. As much as his body ached and told him not to, Keeland jumped up and ran to his truck. He dropped the kitten into the front seat and grabbed his medical bag out from behind his seat.

It was a good thing he had been on his way back from a house call. He might not be a human doctor, but he still had medical training, even if it was for the four legged variety of patients.

Keeland ran to the other side of the road where he had seen the motorcycle go down. It was lying on its side, the engine still running and its tires spinning slowly to a stop. Keeland hurried over and dropped to his knees beside the bike and the rather large man pinned beneath it.

He reached over and turned the engine off, thankful that he had once dated a guy into bikes so he knew where the ignition switch was located. Once the engine stopped roaring, a sudden silence filled the area.

It was almost eerie.

Keeland turned his attention to the man on the ground, lying half under the motorcycle and half on top of it. He wasn’t moving.

“Mister?” Keeland called out softly. “Mister?”

Nothing.

Damn.

Keeland didn’t want to take the guy’s helmet off until he knew whether there was a neck injury or not. But he was glad that the man was smart enough to follow the law and wear the damn thing. It had probably kept him from suffering massive head trauma.

Keeland carefully checked the rest of the man’s body, giving a cursory examination. There didn’t seem to be any broken bones, at least not on the side that Keeland could reach. The side under the motorcycle would have to wait until either the man woke up or medical personnel could arrive.

Keeland was also mildly surprised at how well formed the man was. He was tall, much taller than Keeland’s own five foot five inches, and he seemed to be rather well built. As Keeland traced over his body, looking for injuries of course, he could feel the massive muscles under his hands, and there were a lot of them.

Keeland stopped examining the man and quickly glanced up when he heard a small moan. He leaned up closer to the man’s face. It was kind of hard to make out his features since the man was wearing a helmet with a dark face shield.

“Mister, can you hear me?”

ADULT EXCERPT

While a big, bad biker might not know what Sak’s Fifth Avenue was, it was obvious from Dom’s gorgeous, muscular physique that the man prided himself on looking good, and damn, did he look good. Keeland felt his cock harden just thinking about how good Dom looked.

Keeland laughed to himself. “I’d do him.”

In a freaking heartbeat.

Knowing there was no hope for it, Keeland climbed out of his truck and headed on into his house. Except for needing him to treat Henrietta, Keeland doubted Dom would remember who he was by morning.

Keeland let himself into his house and then shut the door behind him. His shoulders slumped as a trickle of despair started weaving its way through him. He flipped on the light, hoping it would make home feel a bit more welcoming.

It didn’t.

His house was okay. It was a rental, but he hoped to change that at some point. He was saving up to buy himself a place outside of town, something with a few acres so he could build his vet clinic on his own land.

He also wanted to get a few pets instead of always treating them. He had no one to come home to. Not even a goldfish. It didn’t seem fair to have a pet when he put in so many hours at work. Maybe, if he had someone in his life, that would change, but he’d have to have someone first.

Keeland hung up his jacket then wandered into private bath off his bedroom. It had been one of the main reason he had rented this place. Well, that and the fact that the rent was cheap. He liked having a private bath just for himself, one he didn’t have to share with guests. Assuming he had guests.

He stripped off his clothes and dropped them in the hamper specifically for his work stuff. He preferred not mixing his work clothes and his regular clothes because he got all sorts of nasty stuff on his work clothes.

Keeland groaned as he stepped under the shower spray. He liked his showers lobster hot. When he had his own place, he promised himself he’d get one of those rainfall shower heads and he’d just stand under it until the hot water heater ran cold.

He soaped up a clean washcloth and began scrubbing all of the work grime off his body, but by the time he reached his dick, it was still hard and thoughts of work had been replaced by fantasies of his big, bad biker.

He squeezed a little more soap into his hand before wrapping his fingers around his cock. He gave himself several long strokes before reaching down with the other hand to tug on his balls. The small bite of pain combined with the ache of lust flushing every inch of his body had Keeland stroking his cock again, faster, harder, longer.

He was so close, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how fast he jerked off or how long the strokes, he couldn’t get off. Keeland groaned in frustration before leaning out of the shower and reaching into the wooden box on the shelf over the toilet.

It wasn’t often he indulged in his favorite play toy, but every once in a while, he just needed to feel something in his ass besides his fingers. He would have preferred it to be Dom, but that wasn’t likely to happen.

He could fantasies.

With quick efficient movements, Keeland fixed the plastic suction mat to the floor of the shower. Next, he screwed on the thin rubber dildo. Once everything was in place and ready to go, Keeland grabbed the lube he kept in the box along with his shower toys. He squirted some out on his fingers then reached around behind him and slid two into his ass.

The burn was there, but so was the pleasure. This was why he had always be attracted to big biker types. He might be staid in his everyday life, but when it came to bedroom play, he wanted to be used, dominated. He wanted a little pain with his pleasure. He wanted to walk funny the next day with a big grin on his face because his ass ached from being pounded into the mattress.

When he was sufficiently stretched, Keeland knelt down on the tile floor. It took careful movements, ones he had perfected over time, but he crouched over the tip of the dildo and slowly lowered himself down.

As soon as the head of the dildo breached his ass, Keeland started stroking his cock. By the time his ass cheeks rested on the heels of his feet, his cock was rock hard. Pumping his hand hard and fast, Keeland started moving his hips up and down, fucking himself on the rubber silicone penis. It wasn’t the same as a real man, but oh god, did it feel good.

Keeland stroked his dick harder, making sure he stroked his thumb over the small slit in the tip. His breathing came faster as the pleasure built, drawing him closer to nirvana. Just when he didn’t think he could stand it anymore, he felt a tingling at the base of his spine. His balls drew up. His body stiffened.

“Dom!” Keeland screamed as his head fell back, his entire body going stiff as ropes of cum shot from his cock, splattering all over the tile floor before washing down the drain.

Keeland slumped forward, resting on his hands. He drew in several deep breaths before lifting himself off his pleasure toy. He was fucking warn out, and not just from the orgasm he’d had. He was tired of having to use a shower toy to get off. He wanted a real man.

Hell, who was he kidding? He wanted Dom.

Keeland cleaned his toy then set it on the counter. He finished showering before climbing out to dry himself off. Once he was dry, he cleaned the toy and placed it back in the box for the next time he became desperate.

Maybe he should name the damn thing “Dom”.

Keeland flipped off the bathroom light then froze when something moved past the window. He swallowed tightly before stepping closer and pulling back the edge of the curtain. It was dark out so he couldn’t see much, but there didn’t seem to be anything outside, although he could have sworn he’d seen something.

Probably his imagination.

Keeland chuckled to himself as he walked into the bedroom and climbed into bed. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift. He had joked that Dom was going to be his stalker. Wouldn’t that have been cool? Although, he wasn’t sure he would have wanted Dom to watch him get off in the shower. That would have been really humiliating. Or not, if Dom got off on that sort of thing.

He could dream anyway.