STORY EXCERPT

“Go pee now!”

Crap! Stewart quickly helped Ethan, hoping the toddler wouldn’t get any urine on his tiny jeans. After his nephew finished, Stewart began righting Ethan’s clothes. That was when he heard the rumble of motorcycles. As he listened, he realized they were getting closer.

“Uncle wants you to sit in your car seat, buddy.” Stewart scooped him up and placed him in the car seat, struggling with the safety harnesses. Panicking, he finally finished the last buckle and closed the door just as six motorcycles came into view, heading toward them.

After they’d passed, one of the riders slowed down and made a U-turn in the middle of the road, followed by the others who formed a line behind his car.

Stewart’s heart was going ninety miles an hour.

Whoa. He’d never seen such rugged, muscular men before. Wearing leather jackets and biker boots, all six of them looked as if they would not only start bar fights but win every single one. 

It wasn’t like Stewart to judge people, especially when he didn’t know them, but every last one of them was huge and intimidating. But after his ordeal with his ex, Stewart was wary of fierce-looking men.

The rider who had made the turn shut off his bike and smoothly dismounted. Now that he was standing, the stranger appeared even larger and a lot more dangerous.   

Instinctively, Stewart took a step back but quickly moved forward when he realized he was leaving Ethan’s door unguarded.

“Need a hand?” The man pushed his sunglasses onto his head, revealing breathtaking gray eyes. The other riders had turned off their engines and were chatting amongst themselves, ignoring Stewart completely.

With a sexy gait, the stranger approached, making Stewart tilt his head back to look at the guy’s perfectly sculpted face. At five-feet-seven, Stewart felt dwarfed by him. He also felt something stir deep inside of him, almost like a connection to the man, although Stewart had never met him before. 

“Name’s Killian,” he said with a nod. “Saw you on the side of the road and thought you might need some help.” 

Stewart’s heart raced even faster, unsettled at how attracted he was to Killian and his commanding presence. An urge filled him to slide his arms around Killian’s waist and curl into his ripped body. 

What is wrong with you? Have you forgotten what you just fled from? Pull yourself together!

A slight breeze blew the cold air around them, causing Stewart’s hands to sting. As he tucked them into his coat pockets, Killian cocked his head back and deeply inhaled. The action reminded Stewart of the way the Ashfords’ dog used to do the same thing whenever Martha cooked. 

Strange. 

When he lowered his head, Killian swept his gaze over Stewart so intensely, it felt like a physical touch. Had the guy just…softly growled? Killian glanced away, though it looked like it had taken concentrated effort, and nodded toward the car. “You might want to put a blanket on the cub. It’s pretty chilly out here, and it’s not good for him to be stuck inside a car without any heat.”

Stewart glanced at Ethan through the window and noticed the little guy was trembling slightly. Cursing under his breath, he quickly opened the trunk and grabbed the only blanket he’d thought to pack, then hurried back to his nephew.

“Sorry, tater tot,” Stewart whispered as he tucked the blanket snugly around Ethan. “Uncle Stew is still figuring out this whole parenting thing. Let’s hope I get it right before I turn you into a Popsicle.”

“Pay whiff bear?” Ethan was staring at something past Stewart’s shoulder, his green eyes dancing with excitement. Unsure what the toddler was talking about, Stewart turned and saw Killian standing right behind him, grinning at Ethan.

“Hey there, little buddy.” It was like watching a mountain sink as Killian crouched down to Ethan’s level. “Are you feeling warmer now?”

Stewart took a step to his left, blocking Ethan from Killian’s view and introduced himself. He didn’t know this man or the other riders, and he was very protective of his nephew. He waved toward the car. 

“I don’t know what happened. The engine began making strange noises and then just stopped. And then it started smoking.”

Embarrassment flooded Stewart when he noticed his crotch was right in Killian’s face. Hoping he wasn’t too obvious, Stewart casually turned. 

“Let me take a look under the hood.” Killian slowly straightened, and it was like watching the mountain rise once more. Their bodies were close, almost touching. Stewart held his breath until Killian stood to his full height, all those sinewy muscles towering over him by at least a foot. 

The strange, stirring feeling grew stronger, as did Stewart’s breathing. Once again, he wanted to curl into Killian, almost had, but came to his senses when he noticed one of the other men approaching. Stewart froze as he watched the stranger approach, uneasy now that two intimidating men were near him and his nephew. 

If he had to defend Ethan…

“Hey, it’s okay,” Killian said softly, clearly sensing Stewart’s apprehension. “No one is going to hurt you or your little cub. My family and friends just want to help.”

“Do you mind if I open the driver’s door to access the hood latch?” an older version of Killian asked. He had to be the guy’s father. The two shared the same gray eyes, though Killian’s were one shade lighter. 

They also had the same strong jawline and nose.

“I, uh…okay.” Stewart kept a close eye on the stranger as the guy reached in and popped the hood. At the same time, Killian took a couple steps back, giving Stewart the breathing room he needed. 

ADULT EXCERPT

“Unwrap your legs,” Killian quietly demanded. 

Stewart had no idea why, but he did as the man asked. Killian pulled Stewart’s shirt off and tossed it aside. Now he was the one sucking a nipple between his lips, sending jolts of fire through Stewart. 

But Killian didn’t stop there. No, he did not. He worked his way down Stewart’s soft, flat stomach, licking at his navel. Stewart breathed heavily as Killian unsnapped his pants. 

Mother fudge. Stewart wasn’t going to survive this. He bucked, throwing his arms out as he tilted his head back and his mouth dropped open slightly.

 Killian yanked Stewart’s pants and underwear down his legs and engulfed his cock all the way down his throat. 

Stewart cried out, tossing his head from side to side. Oh god! He was keening as he spread his legs apart, thrusting his hips upward, fucking drowning in the pleasure. Drowning in it, sucking in air, so close to coming that he shoved his hands into Killian’s hair and pulled. 

Killian grabbed Stewart’s hips to calm him down. It took all of Stewart’s control not to ram his cock down the man’s throat. Killian made him feel wild and unhinged. So many emotions barraged him, and waves and waves of passion crashed over him. 

Then Killian inched a wet finger inside Stewart’s ass. Stewart lost it. He fucking lost it. 

“Killian!” He writhed as he came, his body convulsing before he finally settled back down. 

Leaning up, his mate kissed him, slowly crawling back up Stewart’s body. His cock trailed over Stewart’s stomach, leaving behind a clear line of pre-cum. 

It was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. 

“That was so goddamn beautiful.” Killian smiled at him. 

“Felt incredible,” Stewart said breathlessly. He felt Killian’s cock grind into his stomach, and fuck, he let his thoughts float away. 

“Are you ready to let me claim you?” Killian murmured, his lips brushing against Stewart’s neck, feathery soft. Then he took possession of Stewart’s mouth once more. 

He was shaking, and his heart was trying to pound its way out of his body while he tried his best not to hyperventilate. Slowly, he nodded.

Killian pulled back, and his smile was pure sin, then it fell. “Shit. We don’t have any lube.”

“In my duffel bag. I was looking for something earlier and found a tube in there.” Stewart had completely forgotten he’d packed a brand-new tube before he’d fled, anticipating very lonely nights ahead of him.

His mate left him momentarily, rooting through Stewart’s bag like he was on a treasure hunt with seconds left on the clock. With a thunk, Stewart’s bag hit the floor, and then Killian returned, wearing a triumphant smirk, the tube in his hand.

Stewart flipped to his hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. When Killian was close enough, he grabbed the base of the man’s erection, sampling him, eliciting a moan from his mate. Killian moved his hips slowly as Stewart took him fully into his mouth. He groaned low in his belly and had to breathe through his nose to keep from passing out.

“Oh fuck, Stewart.” 

His name on Killian’s lips was like an aphrodisiac. A drug that Stewart wanted more of. He palmed Killian’s sac and pulled at it, licking up one side of his cock and down the other, moaning at how good his mate tasted. 

Killian hissed, grabbing a handful of Stewart’s hair, moving his hips a little faster as a low growl rumbled in his chest. Instead of Stewart backing away afraid, the sound spurred him on. He slurped, sucked, and swallowed the hard shaft, shaking with a need to hear Killian’s sounds in the throes of passion. 

“Not like this.” Killian backed away, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “I want to be buried inside your ass when I come.”

Still on his hands and knees, Stewart turned and jutted his ass into the air. Killian slid a hand over his globes, his mate’s thumb trailing over his hole. 

Stewart heard the snick of the cap, and then Killian probed at his entrance. Lowering his shoulders, he hissed at how good it felt when Killian slid a finger inside of him. He rolled his head on the bedding, curling his fingers into the fabric as his mate added a second finger then his tongue. 

“Oh shit.” Stewart arched his back, shivering as he groaned. This was what he needed. To forget, to block out the world, to have Killian show him what it was like to be needed, to be wanted. His mate didn’t think only of his own needs. He’d given Stewart a blowjob right off the bat. 

Killian was a considerate and giving lover, something Clive hadn’t been. 

He licked at Stewart’s nuts, making him moan even louder.