LITTLE BIT OF NOTHING
Cade Creek 8
Available August 27th
As an undercover DEA agent, Dorian Michael James's life was
all about intrigued. As president of the Dirty Dozen Motorcycle Club, it was
all about danger. But everything he has worked for goes up in flames when he
discovers a man tied up in the trunk of a drug dealer's car. With no other
choice, Dorian throws away all his hard work and rescues the frightened man.
But leaving Artie behind might not be possible, especially when the drug cartel
Dorian is investigating thinks the man knows something. When saving Artie
becomes more important than busting the bad guys, Dorian calls in some help
from some old friends.
Life for Artie Mills was hard enough without being sold to a
drug dealer by his jerk of a stepfather. He wasn't sure if meeting the gorgeous
Dorian James was going to make it better or worse, but he damn sure wanted to
find out. When someone close betrays them, not even Dorian's friends can
protect him., Artie has to decide if he's going to continue to be a victim or
prove to everyone that he's not a little bit of thing.
STORY EXCERPT
Christ on a crutch.
Dorian Michael James knew the gun deal he had been working
on for the last two months had just gone to shit when he opened the trunk of
the car and found himself staring at the softest honey brown eyes he had ever
seen. They were red rimmed and filled with tears.
"Who's the kid?" he asked as he took in the
discolored skin around the kid's wrists, no doubt due to the ropes tying his
hands behind his back. His ankles were similarly tied and he had a gag in his
mouth. He was not here willingly unless he was into some really kinky shit.
"His old man owed us some money," replied the guy
standing next to Dorian. "He gave us the kid in trade."
Dorian already knew that the man standing next to him was
the scum of the earth. He was a gun runner and drug dealer with a rap sheet
longer than Dorian's arm. He had arrests from everything from assault to rape
to attempted murder. Taking some kid in exchange for drug money owed him
wouldn't even be a blip on the guy's radar.
Dorian turned his cold eyes on the slime ball next to him.
"You brought a kid to a buy?"
For a moment, fear flashed in the other man's eyes.
"It's not like he's gonna be a problem, Michaels. He's tied up."
"He's here. That's a problem."
"Now, look—"
"Deal's off." Dorian slammed the lid down on the
Pontiac, already plotting as to how he could save the kid even as he turned to
head back to his motorcycle. If he could get away from prying eyes, he could
call in an anonymous tip and maybe have the cops save the kid.
"Hey, look, this guyain'tgonna be a problem,"Jazz
Jenkins called out to Dorian's retreating back. "Me and the boys were just
gonna have a little fun with him and then get rid of him, dump his body in the
East River."
Dorian could barely keep his disgust out of his voice. The
idiot was detailing a cold blooded murder. Dorian wanted to wrap his fist
around the moron's throat and slam him into a wall while informing him of how
much of an asshole he was. He just couldn't. He needed to see if he could save
the kid while salvaging his gun deal.
He needed those guns.
"I don't like complications, Jazz." Dorian made
sure to put every ounce of anger he had into his voice. He slowly turned and
glared at the man. "Get rid of the kid."
Jazz's eyebrows shot up. "Now?"
Dorian pulled his pistol out of his shoulder holster and
walked back to the car. He flipped the lid open and stared down into those
frightened honey brown eyes again. The pull to continue standing there and just
stare at the guy was overwhelming.
And dangerous.
His grip tightened on the butt of his gun as he tried not to
raise the barrel and point it at Jazz. Instead, he held the gun out to the man.
"Get rid of the kid or the deals off."
"But—" Jazz glanced down at the man in the trunk,
a small shudder working through his slim frame.
Dorian knew he had pegged Jazz right. The man wanted to play
with the kid in the trunk. He didn't want to kill him. He might order one of
his lackeys to do it, but Jazz Jenkins was too much of a wimp to ever pull the
trigger himself.
"Fine, if you won't do it…" Dorian cocked the gun
and then pointed it at the kid. Those soulful eyes widened, filling with more
tears. This time, the big drops slid down his pale cheeks. Dorian made a big
show of pausing and tilting his head to the side. "How old is this
kid?"
"Old enough,"Jazz snickered. His grin was
lecherous and made Dorian's stomach roll. He seriously doubted Jazz ever cared
about someone's age.
Dorian stared for another moment before slipping his gun
back into the holster and then reaching into the trunk to lift the kid out.
"Bear!" he called out to his second in command. "Come get this
kid."
"Hey," Jazz said, "what are you doing?"
"Taking the kid."
Duh.
"But you don't play with…I mean, you're a biker
and…"
The and was obvious. Dorian rolled his eyes as he handed the
bound kid to Bear. "A hole is a hole, dumbass. Shove their face in a
pillow and he'll look like any other bitch on the planet."
Jazz's eyes followed after Bear as he carried the kid back
over to their bikes. "He's a real pretty one."
"He won't be after I get done with him." Dorian
snorted snidely as he crossed his arms. "Now, are we going to do this deal
or not? Because if not, I have a bitch to fuck."
"Yeah, yeah." It seemed like almost more than Jazz
could handle to turn away from Bear and the kid and back to face Dorian.
"You got the money?"
Dorian cocked an eyebrow. "You got the
merchandise?"
The exchange went fairly smoothly after that, barring how
many times Jazz's eyes strayed to Bear and the kid. Dorian began to wonder if
he was going to have problems with Jazz. The man seemed way to obsessed with
the kid, more than someone should be even if he took the kid in trade for money
owed him. Dorian couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the story than
he knew.
"Hey, I think maybe I should take the kid with
me."
ADULT EXCERPT
"Will you come see me?"
Dorian tipped Artie's head up, brushing a gentle kiss over
his lips. "Every chance I get, little bit."
This time when Artie melted into him, Dorian buried his hand
in the man's shoulder length hair and tiled his mouth up, claiming it as his
own. He traced the softness of Artie's lips before pushing his tongue between
them, demanding entrance into Artie's mouth. Sighing, Artie opened to him, and
he swept his tongue inside.
He kissed Artie, lingering, savoring. The man tasted sweet,
delectable. Dorian wanted to consume him. The touch of Artie's tongue against
his was a delicious sensation, one Dorian sank into as he devoured the man's
mouth.
"Touch me, please," Artie begged in a low voice.
Dorian swung Artie around so the man was straddling his hips.
Dorian doubted anyone in history had ever been grateful for a hospital gown but
he was. It left him quite a bit of access to the practically naked man in his
arms. Dorian's hands were everywhere, touching, exploring. He lifted Artie's
gown up out of the way so that his hands could stroke Artie's naked skin.
He pushed against Artie, the hard cock trapped behind his
zipper brushing up against Artie—like Artie's body had been made for him.
Dorian groaned as Artie bore down and rubbed against him.
Dorian wanted to be buried inside Artie's sweet little ass.
He wanted to wipe away all the bad memories and replace them with visions of
the two of them together. He wanted to watch Artie come apart in his arms, but
now wasn't the time. Besides the fact that anyone could walk in at any time,
Artie had just suffered something pretty traumatic. He would need time.
Dorian started to lift his head when Artie whimpered.
"Please, I ache..."
Dorian almost swallowed his tongue when Artie leaned back and
he got his first good look at Artie's weeping cock. The poor thing looked like
it was about to explode. Keeping his eyes on Artie's, Dorian reached down and
wrapped his hand around Artie's cock. When Artie moaned and thrust forward,
Dorian did it again more firmly.
The man was like magic in his arms.
When he couldn't stand it anymore, Dorian reached down and
unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock. In the blink of an eye, he had his hand
wrapped around both their cocks, slowly stroking them together. Glancing down,
Dorian saw pure pleasure flush Artie's cheeks as he squeezed his fingers around
the two of them.
Dorian reached around and tentatively explored the cleft of
Artie's ass. He wasn't sure if the man was ready for that. He had healed
physically but mentally was all together different.
Artie groaned as he pushed back against Dorian's hand.
"Please, Dorian," he gasped as he pushed back again. "I
ache."
"Are you ready for me to touch you there, Artie?"
For a moment, the fog of passion cleared from Artie's eyes.
"Just you."
"Just me, little bit," Dorian promised. He'd kill
anyone else that tried to touch Artie like this.
He gently circled Artie's puckered entrance with his
fingertips, stroking before pressing a single finger slowly into Artie's
gripping heat. Artie whimpered as he arched back, his butt sticking out as if
begging for more.
Dorian was entranced. He slowly thrust his finger in and out
of Artie's tight ass with one hand and stroked their cocks with the other. The
ecstasy on Artie's face would forever be emblazoned in his memories, something
to pull out and fantasize about during those times when they were apart.
When his fingers brushed across Artie's sweet spot, Artie
cried out. His hips thrust erratically against Dorian and the tight silken heat
wrapped around Dorian's finger clamped down like a vise grip. Ropes of pearly
white cum shot up, splattering across Dorian's hand and their cocks.
Dorian lifted Artie up and spun, taking the two steps to the
hospital bed. He laid Artie out on the thin mattress and hovered over the top
of him. Scooping up the cum splattered across Artie's abdomen, Dorian used it
as lube and started frantically stroking his own cock from root to tip and then
back again.
The sight of Artie laid out, the hospital gown up to his
neck, baring his naked and sated body, was more than Dorian could handle. His balls
drew up tight to his body and his hips snapped as he gave into the passion
inspired by the nerdy little man splayed out before him.
Dorian clamped his mouth closed to keep from roaring as his
orgasm slammed into him with the force of a freight train. Shot after shot of
cum sprayed from his cock, covering Artie's groin and abdomen, his chest. There
were even drops of cum on his chin.
Dorian's legs shook as he gave his cock a few more strokes
before releasing it and reached for Artie. Something that had been burning deep
in his gut settled when Artie easily went into his arms. Dorian carried him to
the bathroom, carefully cleaning them both up. He zipped himself up and then
helped Artie into a clean gown, tossing the old one into the hamper by the
door.
Dorian lifted Artie up into his arms again and carried him
back over to the chair by the window. He sat down, settled Artie on his lap
then grabbed the blanket and covered him, tucking Artie's head under his chin.
Dorian brushed a hand through Artie's silky strands as he pressed
a kiss to the man’s temple."You are adored, little bit," Dorian
whispered. "I hope you know that."
There was a small whimper from the man in his arms. "I
do now."
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