Author Charlie Richards
Excerpt - Rainbow Courage
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Eventually, Carter glanced at his watch and grimaced. “I’m sorry. It’s nearly ten-thirty. I’ve really got to go.”
Carter paid for their food and drinks, waving away Peter’s attempt to pitch in. Peter followed him from the pub, his gaze dropping to the trucker’s sexy ass more often than not. They stopped at Carter’s motorcycle and the man offered Peter his hand. “I really appreciate everything. Thank you.”
The sincere warmth in Carter’s tone made Peter smile. “You’re welcome. See you the next time you pick up Toby.” He turned and started heading up the street.
“Hey!” Carter called, surprising him. Peter paused and looked at him. “You walking far?”
Peter shrugged. “Not far. About three miles in that direction.” He waved vaguely north.
Carter rolled his motorcycle closer, balancing it between well-muscled thighs. “Hop on. I’ll take you,” he said, holding out his helmet.
Chuckling, Peter shook his head. “Naw. It’s okay. Really. I enjoy walking.”
“No way, man. Really,” Carter insisted. “It’s dark out, and there’s no telling who’s on the streets. If it’s really only a few miles, it’ll only take me a few minutes.”
He slowly reached out for the helmet. “If you’re sure.”
“Yeah. Swing aboard.”
But Peter wasn’t so sure, since his cock had perked up at the sight of the sexy man straddling his Harley. Too bad he couldn’t think up a viable excuse, and he sure didn’t want to be rude. Peter pulled the helmet over his head, fumbling with the buckle. Carter reached out and strapped it on with gentle fingers.
The soft, inadvertent touches against his chin and jaw had Peter biting back a whimper as his dick filled the rest of the way. When he swung his leg over, he tried to keep room between their two bodies, but he could still feel the other man’s heat. He didn’t know if it was the vibrations of the bike or the feel of the man in front of him that had goose-bumps breaking out over his skin.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to keep from some contact between their bodies. His nipples were beaded into hard points by the time they arrived at his home, and his dick was hard as steel in his jeans. Never had he been more grateful for his long jacket.
He let out a sigh of relief when Carter powered slowly up the circular driveway. The heavy limbs of the tall oak trees standing on either side of the gravel track blocked out the half full moon, cloaking them in darkness. As soon as Carter came to a stop in front of the two bedroom bungalow he rented, Peter swung off the bike. He nearly stumbled, but Carter’s large hand around his arm steadied him.
To his surprise, the bigger man reached up and unclasped the helmet. Instead of releasing him, Carter used one hand to remove the head gear while sliding the other around the nape of Peter’s neck and pulling him closer. Before Peter could react, Carter settled his lips over his.
A firm mouth pressed against his. Carter tilted his head and took quiet mastery of him, nipping his lips, then pressing his tongue inside the heat of his mouth. Peter moaned, unable to hold in the sound as the eroticism of the kiss sent liquid heat along every nerve of his body.
Carter growled softly, taking the kiss deeper. He mapped Peter’s mouth with urgent possession. Carter’s tongue twisted with his own, lapping against him, as if he couldn’t get enough of Peter’s taste. Peter melted against Carter’s chest and just held on for the ride, unable to do anything but submit to the man.