Se connecterHis Rough HandsChapter 3The rain finally stopped Sunday afternoon.Sunlight broke through the clouds in hard, bright shafts, turning the wet asphalt outside the garage into a mirror. Inside the small apartment above it, Jax stood at the kitchen window wearing nothing but one of Kane’s old work shirts, the sleeves rolled up and the hem brushing the tops of his bare thighs. Coffee steamed in his hands. Every muscle in his body ached in the best possible way—used, claimed, marked.Kane came up behind him without a sound, bare-chested, jeans unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips. He slid both arms around Jax’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder, looking out at the same view.“Roads are clear,” Kane said, voice still rough from sleep and the way he’d woken Jax that morning with his mouth. “You could head back to your place whenever you want.”Jax leaned back into the solid heat of him. “Trying to get rid of me already?”Kane’s arms tightened. “Opposite. Just making sure you know
His Rough HandsChapter 2Kane didn’t give Jax time to catch his breath.He hauled him up off the old leather couch like he weighed nothing, spun him around, and bent him over the nearest workbench. Tools clattered. A socket wrench rolled off the edge and hit the concrete with a sharp metallic ring. Jax’s bare chest pressed against cool metal and scattered receipts. His ass was still slick and open, come already starting to trickle down the inside of one thigh.Kane’s thick cock nudged back against his hole without ceremony.“Still soft for me,” Kane muttered, almost to himself. One rough hand spread Jax open. The other gripped his hip hard enough to bruise. “Good. Because I’m not done filling you up.”He pushed back in with one long, relentless thrust.Jax’s mouth opened on a broken sound that echoed off the concrete walls. The stretch was immediate and intense—Kane was still thick, still hard, and the angle from behind drove him even deeper. Kane didn’t ease into it. He set a punish
His Rough HandsChapter 1The rain came down like it had a personal grudge.Jax Moreno’s motorcycle died three miles outside of town with a final, pathetic cough and a plume of white smoke from the engine. He coasted to the shoulder of the two-lane highway, boots splashing into a puddle that immediately soaked through to his socks. The headlight flickered once, then died, leaving him in near-total darkness except for the distant glow of a single neon sign half a mile ahead.KELLY’S CUSTOM & REPAIR OPEN 24 HRSHe pushed the heavy bike the rest of the way, cursing under his breath the entire time. By the time he rolled it under the corrugated metal awning of the garage, he was soaked to the skin. His black jeans clung to his thighs. His leather jacket felt twice as heavy. Water dripped from the ends of his dark hair into his eyes.The bay door was half-open. Yellow light spilled out across the wet concrete. Classic rock played low from a radio somewhere inside—something with a lot of gu
Midnight OilChapter 3Monday morning arrived too fast.Leo woke to the low rumble of Adrian’s voice on a call in the other room and the ache of a body thoroughly used over an entire weekend. Every muscle felt loose and sore in the best way. There were bruises on his hips in the shape of Adrian’s fingers, a dark mark high on the inside of one thigh, and the lingering stretch of being fucked open more times than he could count.He showered alone in the massive marble bathroom, the scent of Adrian’s body wash clinging to his skin. When he stepped out, a clean shirt and tailored trousers were waiting on the bed—his size, expensive, clearly bought that morning. A note in Adrian’s sharp handwriting sat on top:Wear these. No underwear. I’ll be thinking about it all day.Leo’s cock twitched. He obeyed.They left the penthouse separately. Adrian took the car. Leo took a rideshare and arrived at the office twenty minutes later, looking every inch the professional assistant except for the secr
Midnight OilChapter 2Adrian didn’t give him time to recover.One strong hand on Leo’s hip, the other between his shoulder blades, and Leo was turned and bent forward over the wide mahogany desk. Papers scattered. A pen rolled off the edge and clattered to the floor. The cool surface pressed against Leo’s chest and the side of his face. His ass was still slick, still open from the first round, and Adrian’s cock—already hard again, condom stripped and discarded, a fresh one rolled on—nudged against his hole without ceremony.“Stay there,” Adrian ordered, voice low and rough. “Hands on the desk. Don’t move them.”Leo obeyed, fingers spreading across the polished wood. He felt Adrian’s knees push his legs wider, then the thick head pressing in. This time there was no slow stretch. Adrian sank into him in one long, relentless thrust until his hips were flush against Leo’s ass.Leo’s mouth opened on a broken sound. The angle was deeper like this, sharper. Every inch of Adrian’s cock dragg
Midnight OilChapter 1The office was almost empty by the time the clock hit 11:47 p.m. The only light left came from the desk lamp in Adrian Cole’s corner office and the soft glow of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaked the glass, turning the lights of downtown into blurred streaks of gold and red.Leo Rivera stood in the doorway holding two cups of coffee that had already gone lukewarm. He’d been Adrian’s executive assistant for eight months, and in that time he’d learned three things about his boss: the man never slept, he never raised his voice, and he looked like sin in a three-piece suit.Tonight the suit jacket was gone. The white shirt was rolled to the elbows, the top two buttons undone, revealing a sliver of dark chest hair and the sharp line of his collarbone. Adrian’s black hair was slightly messy, like he’d been running his hands through it while staring at the quarterly projections still glowing on his dual monitors.Leo cleared his throat
Chapter 2: Bound by the Secret The flash from Damien’s phone burned behind my eyelids long after he lowered the device. My knees still ached against the basement carpet, my lips felt swollen and raw, and the taste of him lingered on my tongue like a brand I could not wash away. I stared up at him,
Chapter 1: Caught in the Dark I never thought I would see my stepbrother like this. The house was supposed to be empty. Mom and Dad had left for their anniversary weekend, and I had planned to spend the night buried in my books, finally getting some peace from Damien’s constant noise. Hockey prac
Chapter 1: Caught in the ActThe bass from Jordan’s speakers thumped through the walls as I slipped out of his room, heart hammering like a damn traitor. The party downstairs was still raging—cheap beer, shitty EDM, and too many people crammed into his parents’ living room. But I wasn’t going back
Chapter 4: Shadows and Surrender The crack outside the cabin window jolted me awake before dawn, my body still sore and marked from Damien’s relentless claiming the night before. I lay tangled in the heavy blankets, his arm draped possessively over my waist, his breath warm against my neck. For a







