Sweet in His Arms by Megan Slayer
Contemporary Erotic Romance
M/M, anal Sex, Masturbation
Megan Slayer Publications
is racin’, especially if it’s done with a little sweetness, a little heat and
the right man.
Ryan Dane always knew where his
heart was—in racing. He loves the sights, smells and sounds of a well-tuned
engine humming beneath him. He’s also sure about his sexuality, but the one man
he’s always crushed on hasn’t been interested.
Gage Bell considered Ryan the one
that got away—except he never pursued Ryan in the first place. He’s done trying
to ignore the way Ryan makes him feel, and an incident on the track has given
him the right incentive to find the sweetness he’s always known was in Ryan’s
If Ryan will give him an inch
and let him take the wheel, Gage is ready to rub the right man over and over
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Being with Gage was only a dream. He scrubbed both hands over his face and
grunted. So much for sleeping. He noticed the time on the digital clock. Nine
a.m. Shit. He’d missed chores. Now, he knew what the buzzing was—the doorbell.
He climbed out of bed and raked his fingers through his hair. He still had the
same clothes on from the night before. Duh. He hadn’t stripped before he
collapsed. He’d been lucky to remember to kick off his shoes and socks before
he snuggled under the blankets.
trudged barefoot through the house to the front door. If his father was there
because Ryan had missed chores, then Dennis would’ve been standing in the
middle of the living room or would’ve barged into Ryan’s bedroom. Anyone else
who knew Ryan wouldn’t have shown up so early. The day after races he was just
about worthless unless he got a decent night of sleep. He groaned. He’d deal
with the person at the door, then head back to bed for another couple of hours
grasped the door handle and opened it wide. Instead of his father on the stoop,
Gage waited on the small porch.
Ryan snapped to attention. Now, he wished he’d have changed his clothes or at
least brushed his teeth. “Can I help you?”
drank in the image of his guest. The faded jeans hung low on Gage’s hips and
the T-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. His nipples beaded beneath
the cotton. He’d cut his sandy blond hair since the night before, and the
shorter cut brought out the shape of his brown eyes and chiseled chin. If Ryan
wasn’t mistaken, Gage had shaved, too.
bit back another groan and gripped the doorframe. He longed to run his hands
over that chest and to feel Gage beside him when he slept. No, he wanted to
sink his cock into Gage’s ass and to experience him as anything but a friend.
His cock thickened behind his zipper. No amount of adjusting would take the
pressure off and besides, if he touched himself, he’d make the situation worse.
Once Gage left, he’d have to rub one off.
he had it bad for Gage Bell.
bowed his head, and his voice dropped an octave. “Can we talk?” His shoulders
slouched, and he didn’t look Ryan in the eye.
gripped the handle to the screen door. Did he trust his former high school
classmate and current racing competitor? From his head to his toes, heat surged
within him. Maybe he was crazy from the restless sleep, but he wanted Gage in