BETTER THAN GOOD
Cade Creek 6
Available June 25th
Harvey James was as bad-ass as they came. A former enforcer
for biker gang, he now owns the Rusty Nail Bar and Grill. He has firm rules
about the kinds of people he allows into his bar. So, when several of members
of his former gang show up, he’s wary. His apprehension turns to outrage when
he’s offered a beaten down man in exchange for free drinks on the house.
Knowing he needs to rescue the young man, he accepts the deal, starting a
series of events that tests his strength and strips him of his fine-honed
control. Because Joey Baker isn’t just a man to be bartered, he’s a man Harvey
wants to keep.
The last year of Joey’s life has been pure hell. Kidnapped
and held captive by a man that derives pleasure out of torturing others, he
finds himself being traded for a round of drinks. Rendered unable to speak due
to the abuse he has suffered, Joey has no way to protest or ask for help, so
when it comes, Joey doesn’t trust the help that is offered, or the man that
offers it.
When Harvey and Joey are faced with an impossible situation,
finding common ground may prove to be harder than they thought. The lack of
communication combined with the growing desire between them adds tension to an
already dangerous situation. When the man that took Joey comes back for him,
learning to trust each other may be the only way to save them both.
STORY EXCERPT
“On your knees, you stupid bitch!”
Harvey James’s head snapped around, his eyes narrowing
as he scanned the crowd for the person belonging to that voice. He knew that
voice and it meant nothing but trouble. He had spent a lot of time and money
making sure the Rusty Nail Bar and Grill was a place for people to relax, not
get drunk. He refused to allow riff raff into the place.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh made Harvey’s teeth
grind together, a fine line of rage riding along the edge of his nerves. He
allowed people to be abused in his tavern even less than he allowed the idiots
that got too drunk to be respectful of others.
Harvey wove his way through the dancers on the floor in
the middle of the bar, his instincts drawing him to the far corner of the main
floor. Someone had dimmed the lights in that corner or broken them. The shadows
surrounding the area weren’t supposed to be that dark.
Reaching the edge of the dance floor, he wanted to
growl…or punch something. If he had known that the Dirty Dozen had somehow made
their way inside his tavern, he would have taken a match to the place and
burned it to the ground—preferably with them in it.
There weren’t many people in the world that Harvey
hated, but there was a reason that he had left the Dirty Dozen Motorcycle Club.
Besides the fact that he didn’t like the power plays going on between those
coming up in the ranks, he despised the man that was at the top of the pile
looking to be top dog.
Razor Malone was an idiot, plain and simple. The man
had not a single brain cell in his head and a shit ton of muscles to back it
up. He used his strength to get what he wanted, which was pretty much anything
anyone else had, and he didn’t care who he had to hurt to get it. Why he had
been allowed into the motorcycle club would forever be a mystery. The man
needed to be put behind bars, or in a psych ward. He was nuts.
And who in the hell named themselves Razor, anyway? Life was not a B-rated
biker flick.
Harvey stopped a few feet from the tables in the
corner. His eyes flickered to the man kneeling on the floor for a brief second
before going back to the asshole holding him there by a handful of hair.
It was easy to see that the guy on the floor was in
pain, and no doubt terrified. His big hazel eyes dominated his pale face as
they silently screamed in anguish. Not a sound passed his lips, almost as if he
knew it would do him no good.
“Well, well, well,” the man in the chair mused. “If it
isn’t Harvey James.”
Harvey crossed his arms. “Razor.”
“Fancy meeting you here.”
“I do own the place, Razor.” And the calculating look
in Razor’s eyes said that he knew that.
“You don’t say.” A sly grin crossed the man’s lips.
Harvey tilted his head. “What do you want, Razor?”
“Well, seeing how we’re old buddies and such, how about
free drinks on the house?”
“No.” And more than that, hell no!
“One round of drinks, then, for old time’s sake.”
“No.”
When Razor went to stand, the fingers he had tangled in
hair pulled, making the man on the floor whimper in obvious pain. The sound
seemed to remind Razor that the man was there, as if he could forget he was
abusing someone.
“I’ll tell you what, you give us a round of drinks on
the house and I’ll let my bitch suck your dick.” Razor yanked hard and the
small dark haired man fell against him before scrambling back into his kneeling
position. His entire body shook as if he thought he had just committed on
offense that would get him punished.
He probably had. Razor always liked keeping his pets in
fear of him by way of his fists. The bruising Harvey saw on the small man’s
arms and neck attested to the fact that he had been punished more than once.
If Harvey’s teeth ground together any harder, they’d
shatter.
“No.” Harvey refused to add to the man’s punishment.
Razor licked his lips, giving Harvey the impression
that the man was jonesing for some alcohol, which was odd considering he was
sitting in a bar. Harvey started to get a nagging suspicion that Razor and his
buddies were broke.
Yippee. Harvey could kick them all out.
“One round of drinks and I’ll let you have his ass.”
“I won’t take your leavings, Razor,” Harvey said in the
calmest voice possible considering he was about to reach out and wrap his
fingers around the moron’s throat. “I didn’t when I was part of the Dirty Dozen
and I sure as hell won’t now.”
“I ain’t fucked him.”
Ignoring the overwhelming urge to beat Razor’s face in,
Harvey’s eyes dropped to the man on the floor. How was that even possible?
Razor fucked anything with a pulse, and Harvey suspected a few things without a
pulse.
How could he have this man as his pet and not fuck him?
Granted, the guy was young but Harvey doubted that had stopped Razor before.
Again, not something he could prove, just a feeling he had. But at least the
kid looked legal, barely.
But beneath his bruises, he was also gorgeous. He had
big hazel doe-like eyes that reminded Harvey of someone that was young and
innocent and terrified to be pushed out into the big wide world. He looked like
he didn’t understand why he was being knocked around by Razor, almost as if he
couldn’t conceive of that type of brutality.
“How long has he been yours?”
Razor shrugged and glanced away but not before Harvey
saw the calculating glint come back into the man’s eyes. “A couple of months.”
“And you haven’t fucked him?”
“Naw, man, you know I only fuck pussy.” Razor was lying
through his teeth…both of them. Harvey had seen Razor fuck men before, but he
only did it when he thought no one else was paying attention.
Being gay in a motorcycle club was kind of like signing
your own death warrant. The only reason Harvey had survived was because he
didn’t advertise that he liked men and he had the muscle to beat the shit out
of anyone that hassled him.
“One round of drinks for one hour with your boy.”
Harvey couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. His only
excuse was the need to get the kid somewhere and make sure he wasn’t being held
captive by Razor. He wouldn’t put it past the asshole.
“Done.”
ADULT EXCERPT
Harvey groaned as a silky hot suction surrounded his
dick. He flexed his hips, driving his cock further into the warm heat. God,
when was the last time he had felt something so damn good? His fingers curled
into the sheets as he thrust his hips forward until the head of his dick
brushed against the back of someone’s throat. The suction grew stronger, a
tongue swiping along his rigid length.
“Close, so close.” Harvey was riding the edge of an
orgasm. He just needed a little more to toss him over into the abyss. Harvey
reached down and curled his fingers into the hair of the man sucking him off,
not in the least bit surprised that the man looked like Joey in his fantasy.
Joey had been starring in every one of his sexual
fantasies for the last week. Like an untried school boy, Harvey had woken more
than once with the results of his dreams splattered all over his chest. It
seemed this time would be no different, especially since Harvey had long
stopped trying to fight the dreams and just gave in to them.
When the suction on his dick moved down his entire
length, Harvey stiffened, knowing where this was going to go. He held his
breath, waiting, aching. When the fingers caressing his balls moved further
back, one lone finger breaching his ass, Harvey cried out and filled that sweet
mouth with spurt after spurt of his release.
When fantasy slowly became reality, Harvey drew in a
deep breath and opened his eyes. He really needed to stop fantasizing about
Joey and maybe find someone to get laid. He was supposed to be protecting the
guy, not turning him into a sex object.
He just couldn’t seem to help it.
The doctors had wanted to
keep Joey for observation when they went to the hospital. Joey would have none
of it. He struggled and whimpered, big fat tears sliding down his face until
Harvey intervened and said Joey could stay with him. Now, a week later he had
the sweetest, sexiest man on the planet sleeping on his couch.
Well, most of the time. When Joey’s nightmares
started—which they usually did every night—Joey ended up in bed with Harvey,
sprawled across his chest. It seemed to be Joey’s new favorite place, and
Harvey didn’t mind all that much. He liked holding the little slip of a man in
his arms.
It was just too bad he couldn’t keep Joey.
He blew out a deep breath as he opened his eyes and—“What
the fuck?”
Harvey’s heart pounded away at a ferocious pace as he
scrambled back across the mattress from the man kneeling between his thighs—the
very naked man. Sweet hell, he was really, really naked.
“Joey, what in the hell are you doing?”
Big hazel doe-like eyes blinked up at Harvey from the
end of the bed. Sweet mother of mercy, was that a drop of cum on Joey’s chin?
Harvey groaned, partly due the fact that he realized
his fantasy hadn’t been a fantasy at all, and partly because he really liked
seeing his cum on Joey’s face. There was something primal about marking the
man. The urge to cum all over Joey was so strong, Harvey had to curl his fingers
into the blankets to keep from reaching for the man.
“Baby.” Harvey rubbed his hand up over his bald head.
“You can’t—” Surprise sent Harvey’s eyebrows up to the top of his head when
Joey reached up and held his finger to his lips in the universal sign for
silence.
Joey was pure seduction as he crawled up the mattress
from the end of the bed and pulled the sheet away. He might have just come but
by the time Joey straddled his thighs, Harvey was hard as a rock.
The feel of Joey’s soft skin brushing against his dick
was almost more than Harvey could handle. He sucked in a hard breath as his
hands slid over Joey’s thighs, holding the man still. If Joey moved an inch, it
would be all over—for both of them.
“Joey, baby,” Harvey groaned. “You don’t know what—”
Harvey couldn’t do anything but shudder when he felt
Joey’s lips press against his. He ached for the man and had almost from the
first moment he set eyes on him. He had been fighting his desires for days. It
was becoming a constant struggle, one he was pretty sure he was losing.
“Joey, you don’t know what you’re doing.” There was no
way he could know, not unless his intention was to get thrown down on the
mattress and ravished until he couldn’t sit or walk. And Harvey was a hair’s
breath away from doing just that.
“Baby—oh god!” Harvey’s eyes nearly rolled back in his
head when Joey leaned forward and licked a line up his collarbone. The feel of
Joey’s tongue on his skin made Harvey’s entire body shudder and pulse.
“Please, please tell me you know what you are doing.”
Harvey was so not above begging right now. Even though he knew this was a
really, really bad idea, he didn’t
think he could stop from taking what Joey seemed to be offering, not when he
wanted it so damn bad.
When Joey’s hands smoothed up his chest, Harvey grabbed
the man and rolled him beneath his larger body, wedging his leg between Joey’s
thighs. He searched Joey’s eyes for any sign of fear or reservation. If there
had been a single glimmer, Harvey wouldn’t have asked his next question.
“Are you sure, Joey?”
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