Author Charlie Richards

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Kyle's Valiant Hunt

Wolves of Stone Ridge: Book Eleven

Valiant "Vee" Cotter lives in the middle of Nowhere, Idaho. His life consists of three things, hanging with his best friend Brice, working at a truck stop at the edge of town, and getting persecuted by the local homophobes. All that changes when a sexy trucker, Kyle, takes an interest in him. Kyle convinces him to start a long distance relationship, and Vee finds himself falling hard and fast.

Kyle Rainier's life is taking a detour, literally. When his standard run from Denver to Boise and back has him making an unscheduled stop in a little town on the border of the Idaho National Forest, Kyle's mate runs right into him. Using the truck stop's shower room, Kyle seduces Vee and begins the bonding process. The next day, on his return trip to Denver, Kyle spends the night getting to know the human.

It's not until Kyle is back home in Stone Ridge that he finds out he has a big problem. The local Idaho wolf pack has kidnapped his mate, and they're holding Vee hostage. Can Kyle rescue his mate and convince him not all shifter are bad?

Excerpt - Kyle's Valiant Hunt

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    A towel cracked against Vee’s butt, and he turned to glare at his friend’s cheeky grin. “What the hell was that for?” he snapped.

“You were a million miles away, probably daydreaming about Mr. Eye Candy. Am I right?” Brice teased. When Vee just rolled his eyes, Brice added, “It’s your break. Better take it while we’re slow.”

Vee nodded. “Kay. I’ll be back in thirty.”

Brice just waved, and Vee headed around the counter toward the back room and the sandwich and apple he had waiting for him. Lost in thought, he almost ran someone down, or rather, if there was any muscle on his five foot eleven, string-bean frame, Vee may have made the other guy stumble back, at least.

As it was, Vee found himself bouncing off a hard chest. A firm grip on his shoulders kept him from tumbling backward. He lifted his gaze up and realized he was in the presence of the sexy, brunet he’d been caught ogling earlier.

The man was even better looking up close. Arm muscles bulged under smooth, taut skin. A thin gray t-shirt was stretched over firm pecks. A straight nose, wide mouth, and strong jaw, coupled with the laugh lines around eyes a darker shade of blue than Vee had first thought, gave the man a sensual, masculine appeal. Vee’s cock filled and he fought back a whimper.

Instead of releasing him, the big man held him tight, his gaze moving boldly over Vee’s body. There was no way the guy could miss the bulge of Vee’s ever-thickening erection in his slacks.

To his surprise, the guy didn’t appear offended in the least. In fact, if the way the groin of the guy’s worn jeans was filled out was any indication, he shared Vee’s problem.

The sensual twist of the guy’s lips and the heat in his eyes had pre-cum oozing from Vee’s dick. Oh, he liked that look on this guy. He liked it very much. Finally, the man spoke, and his deep rumble had just the hint of an accent to it. Irish? The man was definitely not from around here!

“I’d planned to ask one of you how to operate your showers back here,” he said, “but perhaps you would be good enough to show me, instead.”

Vee licked his lips, trying to get his brain to function. It didn’t miss his notice when the other man’s gaze dropped to his mouth and watched his tongue. That gave him the confidence to give the man a warm smile of his own and reply, “I’d be happy to show you anything you want.”

He pulled away and stepped around the dark haired trucker, putting a little extra swing into his hips. Vee didn’t know where he got the audacity from, this was where he worked, after all, not a nightclub, but the low appreciative-sounding growl that came from behind him had a shiver shooting down his spine to settle in his balls.

He racked his brain, trying to remember which one of their little shower rooms was the nicest. Not an easy feat, considering all his blood was now pooled in his groin, not his brain. Vee stepped into one of the rooms, realizing just how small it was when the other man crowded in behind him. It occurred to Vee that he could be setting himself up for a beat-down, but then the guy wrapped his arms around him and pressed a very hard erection against his ass.

“If you don’t want this, now would be the time to let me know,” the man said, nuzzling Vee’s neck.

Vee shivered in his embrace and gripped the thick forearms locked around his waist. “I want it,” he managed to whisper.

Adult Excerpt - Kyle's Valiant Hunt

    Kyle pulled away and ordered gruffly, “If ye want that shirt to keep all it’s buttons, ye’d better get it off. Same with the pants.”

Vee couldn’t believe the lust and desire he seemed to create in this sexy man. He didn’t want to think that it could be caused by just anyone, because the guy just needed a good screw. Instead, he did as he was told. He popped the top couple buttons on the shirt he wore and worked it over his head as he toed off his shoes.

He opened his pants, glanced up, and froze. Kyle watched Vee intently, already completely naked, stroking his thick erection. Vee licked his lips as he stared at the other man’s dick. It was thick, and long, and uncut. The hood was pulled away from the head and pre-cum oozed from the wide slit of the flared. Vee’s sphincter clenched in anticipation of being speared by that monster.

He wanted to drop to his knees and worship that glorious prick, taste Kyle’s pre-cum, gag on that thick meat as Kyle fucked his mouth. A low chuckle had Vee managing to pull his gaze away from the mouth-watering sight. He met Kyle’s look and gasped at the lust blazing in his expression.

“You can suck me another time, cutie,” Kyle said. “Right now, I need to be balls deep in your tight ass.”

Kyle reached for him, and Vee could do nothing but obey as the other man slid his pants from him, encouraging with touches to step out of them. Then Kyle turned Vee to face the wall, planting bronze hands on either side of his own pale ones.

For several seconds, Kyle just stood behind him, pressed along his back, his big dick rubbing along Vee’s crack. Vee could feel Kyle’s pre-cum slicking the valley of his ass. Warm, wet, sucking kisses anointed the back of his neck, shoulders, and ear. Never had Vee been more grateful that he kept his hair short.

It felt so good, like Kyle actually cared and this wasn’t just a one-off. For just a second, Vee imagined waking up next to Kyle every morning, finding pleasurable ways to take care of their morning woods before getting on with their days.

Then the dick was gone, and he mewled a protest. The sound was out of his mouth before he could stop it. Kyle’s warm breath ghosted over his neck when the man chuckled, making the hairs on the back of Vee’s neck stand on end. A blunt, slick finger found Vee’s entrance, and Kyle pushed a digit into his ass.

Vee grunted, willing his body to relax and accept the invasion. It’d been months since he’d had a lover, and his body was reminding him of that fact.

“So tight,” Kyle growled into his ear. “You gonna squeeze my dick so good, Vee? You gonna trap me in a vice?”

Vee’s erection jerked at the words, the visual playing through his head had pre-cum oozing from his slit. The finger delved in deeper, and was quickly followed by a second. The burn of being quickly stretched, along with the knowledge that Kyle was just as desperate to fuck as Vee was, felt amazing.

His breath came in ragged pants. “Where’d you get the lube?”

Kyle chuckled, then sucked on Vee’s ear for a moment. The wet pop when he released it sounded obscene in the small room. “Snagged it from my truck after I saw you. Liked that heated look you gave me,” came the growled admission. “Then I smelled you and knew there was no way I could stop myself from having you.” As if to back up his surprising words, Kyle tucked his nose against Vee’s neck and inhaled. “Love the way you smell, cutie.”

Vee wasn’t sure he liked the pet name, but he could deal if the man hurried up and fucked him. He rocked back and felt a third finger sink into him. “Oh, yeah,” he moaned when Kyle crooked his fingers and a knuckle slid over his prostate.

“Can’t wait,” Kyle mumbled. “Need you, Vee.”

He sure liked the sound of that. “Yeah,” he panted. “Take me.” Vee rocked back on those fingers again, relishing the sparks shooting through his system as Kyle nailed his prostate again.

“You gonna be mine, Vee?”

The growled question didn’t even make Vee blink. For some reason, Vee pegged Kyle for the possessive type. So in these few moments, he’d be Kyle’s. “Yeah, yours.”

“Mine,” Kyle snarled with enough force to surprise Vee. Then the crinkle of foil reached his ears and all Vee could think about was the feel of the thick digits slipping out of his channel. They were almost immediately replaced by the broad head of Kyle’s erection, then the man was pressing inside.