Garret Kane loves his bar. It's his baby. When Samuel walks through the door and applies for a job as a bouncer, Kane is pretty sure the man is a good fit for the position. One look at Samuel and Kane is positive the gorgeous mountain of a man is perfect for another position–specifically one in Kane's bed.
Samuel has a few
surprises of his own–mainly the fact that not only does he have fangs and drinks
blood, but he is in another coven's territory without permission. As Kane
expresses his interest in Samuel, he's drawn into a world he never even knew
existed, one filled with danger and betrayal. Only by making a deal with a man
that seems like the devil himself can Kane save Samuel from a fate worse than
death. But the cost of that deal might be more than a mere human can
survive.
"Yo, Kane, there's some
guy out here asking about a bouncer job."
Kane rolled his head,
hearing a distinct popping sound as his neck realigned itself. He rubbed the nap
of his neck trying to massage away the rest of the tension gathering there.
Sometimes he hated owning a bar.
Nights like tonight were a
perfect example. It seemed like almost every worker he employed tried to call in
sick just before shift started, his weekly alcohol delivery was over two hours
late, and the doors on the bar were due to open in less than forty five minutes.
And now someone
wanted a job?
"Yo, Kane," the voice
shouted again, "what do you want me to tell this guy?"
Kane opened his mouth to
shout back an angry retort, catching himself just in time. He snapped his mouth
closed and pushed his hand through his thick curls, tugging a little at the ends
as if he could pull his worries away with his fingers.
He stared down at the pile
of bills and paperwork on his desk and shook his head. His mind just wasn't in
it. The bar was due to open soon and he needed to collect himself before that
happened or he'd end up decking the first drunk bastard that looked at him
wrong.
Kane tossed his pen down
on the desk and stood. He'd better find out who wanted to see him before
business started or he'd never get the chance. He made his way out to the main
room, his eyes immediately scanning the room and assessing the shape of things.
Doors still closed?
Check.
Room clean and organized?
Check.
Gorgeous muscle bound sex
god in tight jeans?
Check.
Kane's eyes snapped back
to the bar. His cock hardened and throbbed against the confines of his black
jeans faster than it ever had in his life as he took in the tall striking figure
standing by the bar counter.
Hot damn!
Breathtaking didn't even
begin to describe the man. He stood several inches over the other men in the
room, making him easily seen by Kane. The muscles rippling under the man's tight
white cotton shirt quickened Kane's pulse. His powerful body moved with a
sensual gracefulness Kane wouldn't have expected in a man his size.
And if his pants hugged
his ass any tighter the guy would lose consciousness from lack of oxygen to his
brain. But, damn, the ass was the tightest rounded ass Kane ever saw. Kane
really liked fucking asses like that.
If he added in the
shoulders that seemed as wide as a barn and the thick bulging muscles, Kane knew
he was looking at the man of his dreams. And he hadn't even looked above the
man's collar yet.
When he did, Kane was
beyond stunned. He didn't figure a man that had the body of a Greek God could
have a face of an angel. His lips were firm and sensual, his smooth tanned skin
stretched over high cheekbones.
A lock of dishwater blond
hair fell over his forehead, his light hair a deep contrast to his tanned skin.
Kane thumped his hard cock then walked across the room, his sights set on the
man staring back at him with moss green eyes.
He was so
fucked.
And if he was lucky, so
was the man he had in his sights.
"Garret Kane, what can I
do for you?" I have a few ideas I could suggest.
"My name is Samuel Harden.
I'm looking for work," the man said, his voice low and smooth and just husky
enough to send shivers of delight down Kane's spine. "I have experience as a
bouncer, beer bartender, and prep cook. Do you have any positions
available?"
Kane muffled a groan by
biting his lip. This was just too easy. He flexed his fingers to keep for
reaching for the Samuel. He wanted to drag the massive man back to his office,
bend him over his desk, and find out how many positions they could discover
together.
Samuel's eyes narrowed in
on the lip caught between Kane's teeth. A light flush filled his face and his
eyes seem to widen just a fraction before they darted away. Kane smirked,
raising an eyebrow at him.
"I may have a
few…uh…positions you might be interested in," Kane drawled. He couldn't believe
the crap that came out of his mouth. That was the worst pick up line he'd ever
heard.
"Uh, thank you,
sir."
Damn!
Just
damn!
Kane breathed deeply then
instantly wished he hadn't. The strong scent of male sweat and arousal filled
his nostrils. There seemed to be an underlying scent that curled right around
Kane's cock and drove him insane. He'd never smelled anything so sweet and yet
masculine in his life. He could bottle the stuff and make millions—if he were
willing to share.
He
wasn't.
"Why don't you come back
to my office and we can talk." It was a statement, not a question. Kane didn't
ask questions. He was too used to giving orders and being instantly obeyed.
Maybe it had gone to his head but he wasn't about to change that now, not even
for a man that looked like sex-on-a-stick.
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"Kane," he
whispered.
"Enough talk, Samuel,"
Kane said as he nuzzled his face into the curve of Samuel's neck. "I want to get
to know you better but right now, I want to get to know your body, every damn
inch of it."
"Okay," Samuel croaked
out.
Samuel's eyes fluttered
closed when he felt Kane's tongue lick up the side of his neck. His heart beat
was rapid and he couldn't seem to get enough air into his lungs. Samuel dropped
his head back against the couch and gave Kane better access to his throat. It
was a gesture he would never have normally made but it just felt right with
Kane.
He groaned when Kane took
full advantage of that move and proceeded to lick and nibble on his skin. The
man in him gloried in each little lick. The vampire in him was yowling with
delight at each nip.
Samuel knew that he was
submissive. It was one of the things that made his life so hard. With his size,
he should have been a dux at the very least. He wasn't. He desired to have
someone stronger than him make him submit.
And while Kane might not
know exactly what he was doing, Samuel felt like barring his throat to Kane,
admitting to himself and to Samuel that Kane was of higher rank than he was.
Now, if Kane would fuck him at the same time, Samuel would be in
heaven.
"Kane," Samuel whispered.
"Please."
"Oh yeah, baby," Kane
murmured against his skin, "tell me what you want."
"You," Samuel moaned. He
couldn't believe he was begging but he couldn't help it. If Kane didn't fuck him
soon, Samuel was pretty sure he would wither up and die. "Fuck me,
Kane."
"Take your shirt off,
baby," Kane said as he leaned back and knelt on his knees above Samuel.
Samuel's tongue nearly
fell out of his mouth when Kane whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it
aside. Oh man, Kane might not be big and muscular like Samuel, but he had tight
rippled muscles in all of the right places. Samuel had a strong desire to lick
every inch of Kane's six pack abs.
And the small trail of
dark hair that led from Kane's belly button down under the waistband of his
jeans begged to be followed. Before Kane could move back over the top of him,
Samuel sat up and reached for the zipper on Kane's jeans. His heart hammered in
his chest as he slowly lowered the zipper and revealed the most marvelous dick
he had ever seen.
Samuel licked his lips,
aching to have that long, hard shaft between his lips. He started to reach for
it when Kane's hand on his wrist stopped him. Samuel's heart froze in his
throat. His eyes darted up.
Had he done something
wrong?
"Shirt,
Samuel."
Shirt.
Right.
Samuel grabbed the edges
of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He dropped it onto the floor and
went back to looking at the thick cock he wanted to worship with his mouth. He
licked his lips again, hoping he wouldn't have to beg.
But he would if he had
to.
"Kane."
Kane grabbed the base of
his cock. Samuel swallowed hard as he watched the man's fingers wrap around his
thick cock. He knew Kane was teasing him when the man stroked the full length of
his shaft a few times, thrusting forward into his hand a few
times.
"Is this what you want,
baby?"
Samuel nodded. He was
beyond words at that point. The moisture pooling in his mouth was threatening to
spill out of his mouth and drip down his chin.
"Lose the pants, Samuel,
but keep the boots on."
Samuel blinked up at Kane
for a moment. He was shocked to see a slight flush filling Kane's face. He
wasn't sure what it came from but he wasn't about to ask questions when Kane was
staring down at him like he was a glass of water in the middle of the
desert.
Samuel moved out from
beneath Kane and stood. He quickly unzipped his pants and shoved them down his
legs. It took a little work to get them past his boots, but once he did, he
dropped the pants on the floor and turned to face Kane.
The man was leaning back
against the couch, slowly stroking his cock from root to tip. His eyes were
eating Samuel alive. And he was naked from the toes up. Samuel hadn't noticed
him getting undressed but he wished he had. Watching Kane strip would have been
a treat.
"On your knees,
Samuel."
Oh hell,
yes!
Samuel dropped to his
knees right in front of Kane and scooted as close to the couch as he could get.
Kane draped his legs over Samuel's shoulders and spread them wide. Samuel nearly
swallowed his tongue when Kane's thick cock bopped right in front of his face.
Had anything ever looked
sexier?
Samuel slowly raised his
eyes to meet Kane's. He kept them locked together as he slowly lowered his head
and engulfed Kane's straining erection. The drops of pre-cum that instantly
exploded across his tongue drew out a long, needy groan from Samuel. Kane tasted
unlike anything he had ever tasted before. He knew if he wasn't careful, he
could easily become addicted to the way the man tasted.
Wrapping his lips around
the head of Kane's cock, Samuel began to suck. He was filled with elation when
Kane groaned as he swallowed the man down to the back of his throat. He might
not be good at a lot of things but Samuel knew he was good at giving head. He
had no gag reflex, thanks to his unique genetics. Samuel could practically
unhinge his jaw.
"Suck me, Samuel," Kane
groaned. "Just like that."
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