He turned his back on his brothers for the man he loved.
Spade is a bisexual biker struggling with his sexual identity when he meets Cyrus, his new neighbor. An instant attraction is formed and he wastes little time in getting to know Cy. Spade has never had a relationship he couldn’t easily walk away from but this time might be different. As his feelings deepen, he must choose between Cyrus and his club.
Cyrus is intimidated and intrigued by the big biker next door. Cyrus has never explored his sexual feelings for a man until he meets Spade. When Spade makes advances, he willingly surrenders to him. He wants to experience everything with Spade because he knows the dominant biker will soon tire of him.
Spade quickly realizes he must give up the club even if it means losing his best friend, Snake, because he can’t part from Cyrus. When Snake discovers his secret, they almost come to blows, but Cyrus helps to negotiate peace between the two friends.
Spade’s choice means giving up the biker lifestyle he loves but it could be the beginning of something even better.
General Release Date: 12th July 2022
The midday sun blasted Spade’s back as he cranked the nut on the rear axle of his motorcycle. He’d returned home from a long run over the weekend and noticed the sprocket teeth were worn. He would have preferred to have done this in the garage at the club but he was avoiding the drama. A couple of the members’ ol’ ladies were in a snit about a new club chick hitting on their men. So he was steering clear of the club until that shit got shut down. If it were his ol’ lady, he’d have laid some leather to her ass. Maybe that’s why I’m single. He chuckled to himself then cursed when the wrench slipped and he busted his knuckles.
A slamming door drew his attention and he stood to see a guy on the back porch of the adjacent house. He shared a double-wide driveway with the other home. He’d seen the car in the driveway late last night when he’d finally ridden in. At the time, he’d been too tired to give it a thought. The house had sat empty for a few months. Recently he’d heard it had sold to a single guy. He was glad there wouldn’t be children running around. He didn’t dislike kids, however he didn’t want to deal with parents complaining about the sound of his bike or the way he looked. The guy jogged down the steps into his backyard and out of view behind his privacy fence. From what Spade had seen, he was a couple years younger than his own thirty. Crouching down, he went back to tightening the nuts, making sure they were snug and even.
An hour later, his bike roared to life as he took it for a test drive. He had other things to get done today so he rode a few blocks, grabbed some beer and returned. He bent to examine his work. Finding everything in order, he patted his leather seat and stood to find his new neighbor standing on the drive. He blinked, startled by his unheard approach.
“Sup?” Spade gave a nod to the younger guy, who eyed him anxiously. The deer in the headlights look wasn’t a surprise. He’d been told he was intimidating as fuck. The motorcycle and cut alone caused trepidation but he stood six-foot-three with a substantial build and more ink showing than skin.
“Hello,” the man finally answered with a slight nod.
“Name’s Spade,” he said. He took a couple steps and stretched out his hand.
“Cyrus,” he replied. A smooth, soft hand gripped Spade’s firmly.
“Live alone?” Spade asked.
Cyrus glanced around nervously before answering, “Yeah.”
“Me too.” Spade couldn’t help smirking at the other man’s unease. “Beer is getting warm so I better head in.” Glancing over his shoulder as he headed for his door, Spade was rewarded with a glimpse of a nice ass in a tight pair of pants. Spade chuckled. Cyrus really would be nervous if he knew what he was thinking about that ass.
At the door, Spade cocked his head as something on the corner of Cyrus’ bumper caught his eye. He made a quick detour across the driveway to investigate. A gay pride rainbow sticker curled just around the edge. “Sweet.” Spade whistled as he headed back to the door. Soon, he would give Cyrus the ride of his life.
* * * *
Spade finished his third beer while watching a high school football game, which wasn’t holding his interest. Getting up to take a leak, he glanced out the window. Cyrus had yet to put up curtains and his house was ablaze with lights. Spade shook his head and wondered, was he afraid of the dark or what?
“Oh hello.” Cyrus had just appeared in his living room, stark naked except for the towel he held in front of his crotch. Spade tilted his head as he admired his neighbor’s fine ass. From here, the younger dude appeared to be all lean muscle. Cyrus bent forward to grab the remote and Dipper, as Spade affectionately called his dick, stirred behind the well-worn denim of his jeans. The television flipped between the sports news channels. To Spade’s delight, Cyrus flung the towel over his shoulder before heading back toward the bathroom. His dick wasn’t bad either, Spade thought. For a thin guy, Cyrus had some girth. Nothing like his behemoth Dipper, but it was nothing to be embarrassed about.
“Fuck.” Spade shifted his arousal. He might have to enjoy some self-love, because he wasn’t gonna be able to sleep like this.
* * * *
Cyrus finished unpacking his kitchen supplies and looked around. The walls gleamed with a fresh coat of paint, however it was the cabinets that made the room. White upper cabinets and Neptune blue lower cabinets were set off by a marble countertop. He’d specifically chosen the cabinet colors to match his collection of pottery. The ambiance was on point and didn’t scream gay.
With a satisfied smile, he headed for the white-on-white bathroom. This would be his next project but right now, he needed a hot shower. Steam billowed out as he pushed the curtain to the side and stepped under the water.
“Mmm,” he moaned as he tipped his head back, allowing the hot water to pour across his scalp, shoulders and torso. He rolled his shoulders and twisted side to side. Painting worked a set of muscles he didn’t often use. Fortunately, he couldn’t complain about the water heater.
Cyrus ran the washcloth against his chest and an image flashed behind his closed eyelids. Tall. Muscular. Tattooed.
“Fuck.” The word slipped from his lips as he grasped his lengthening cock. His hot-as-fuck biker neighbor made his cock hard just thinking about him. Unfortunately, fantasizing about him was as far as it would go. Spade’s persona screamed dominant alpha male.
Cyrus tugged faster on his shaft as a mental image filled his thoughts.
In his mind, the sexy, tatted biker kicked in his door and stalked toward him wearing a pair of tight low-riding jeans. Having just stepped out of the shower, he ran naked toward his room. His heart raced as the sound of Spade’s heavy footsteps followed him. Trapped, Cyrus whimpered as the big man closed in on him.
“Turn and bend over the bed,” Spade ordered in his husky drawl.
Turning, he bent forward and received a slap to his ass. Hands roughened from manual labor parted his cheeks. The cock pressed against his ass was long and thick, like the man.
Cy’s lower stomach clenched as he came back to the present. He rocked to the balls of his feet as his cock erupted onto the white tile wall. Slapping a hand against the tile, Cy sighed. Too bad that was as close as he’d get to a man like Spade. Picking up the discarded cloth, he scoured his skin as if that could erase his thoughts and desires.
Drying off, Cyrus strolled down the hall to check the scores on the baseball games. He shook his head. His favorite team was down two runs in the bottom of the seventh inning. Their pitching sucked and he didn’t know why he bothered watching. Just as he thought that, the pitcher lobbed one over the plate and the other team hit it out of the park. “Fuck!” he screamed at the TV. He tossed the remote on the couch and headed to his room.
Dressed in basketball shorts, Cyrus returned to the living room and flopped on the couch. The springs groaned under his weight. His parents had given him the couch and it had seen better days but for now it would have to do. He flipped channels, cursed at the worsening score, kicked the coffee table and cursed again. Cy pushed to his feet and limped on an injured toe to the kitchen for a beer. Glancing out his window, he saw his neighbor’s bike and his cock jumped. He readjusted himself and headed back to the couch.
After finding nothing of interest on the regular channels, he flipped to streaming porn. He skipped through until he found what interested him—the all-American athlete and the tattooed biker. The dialogue was stilted and mostly groans. Cyrus lowered the volume and lost himself in the rough, almost violent way the tattooed man fucked the rounded ass of the blond athlete.
L.A. Day is a multi-published author of erotic romances. Her heroes might be bikers, shifters, vampires, aliens, time-travelers, barbarians, billionaires, or CEO's but they are always strong, assertive men! Her heroines might be tough or submissive but they are always sassy, funny, and sarcastic. In real life, Laura is a wife, mother, and dog lover. She loves to collect pottery and you can often find her at antique and resale shops. Her friends are often SHOCKED that their seemingly sweet friend writes dirty books.
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