TCO Exclusives

BAD BOYS NEED LOVE TOO

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“You won’t let anybody else have you, Joseph. I won’t let anybody else have you. I
want you all to myself.” – Gage Mason

We’ve all had our experience with him. The Bad Boy. The one
we’ve been warned about. The one with rips in his jeans and a lazy, devil may
care smile on his mouth. The one who makes you do bad things that feel so good.

For me it was Gage Mason. We met when he worked on my
Ducati. I knew immediately he was trouble, but something about that Bad Boy
drew me in. Maybe it’s his dark eyes that study me like he wants to know
everything about me. Maybe it’s the way he makes me feel; the rough touch of
his hands, his possessive grip on my hair when we kiss, the way he feels deep
inside me. Or maybe it’s the way he needs me, even though he won’t admit it.

For once in my life I’m taking a risk. Despite everything
that tells me I shouldn’t, I’m taking a chance to be with Gage. I don’t know if
it will end well, but I do know I can’t resist that Bad Boy.

-Joseph Naderi

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:

          A few minutes after seven o’clock, Gage
rang the bell to Joseph’s townhouse. He looked around the area as he waited for
him to answer the door. The place was nice and well-kept, but bland. It fit in
more with the suit side of Joseph rather than the ponytail and motorcycle side
of him. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. The door opened and an immediate
wave of arousal washed over Gage. Joseph was dressed more casually than he’d
ever seen him. His hair was in a sloppy ponytail with messy tendrils escaping
randomly. He had on a t-shirt with the logo of a band he didn’t recognize, and
his frayed and washed out jeans sat low, really low, on his hips. The tattered
hems of the jeans covered half of his bare feet. Gage decided he didn’t care
what the house looked like. If it let Joseph be this at ease, then he liked it.

Joseph smiled at
Gage before stepping back to let him in. “Hey. You find the place
okay?”

“Yeah. It
was a pretty straight shot over here from the shop.”

Joseph discreetly inhaled as Gage passed
him. He’d obviously just gotten out of the shower. The clean scent of the ocean
was on his skin and his hair was still wet and slicked back. The man smelled
good and looked even better. He noticed Gage watching him. Joseph cleared his
throat, hoping he hadn’t been too obvious checking him out. “The game’s
already on. I can grab us a couple of beers and then show you around if you
want before we watch.” Gage didn’t say anything so Joseph took that as
agreement and went into the kitchen.

Joseph grabbed
two beers out of the fridge and took them over to the counter. He heard Gage’s
footsteps come into the kitchen as he set the beers down to look for a bottle
opener. “I hope Shiner is okay. I like to drink local beers,” he said
without turning around. But again Gage didn’t answer. His footsteps came closer
and Joseph went still as he came up behind him. Gage brushed his ponytail aside
and trailed his lips over the back of his neck before he whispered into his
ear.

“I don’t
want to watch baseball.” Gage’s hand closed over his, moving it away from
the bottle. “I don’t want a fucking beer.” That same hand drifted up
his arm, raising goose bumps on his skin before it slid under his shirt to
caress his belly. “You already know it, but I’m telling you that I want
you.” Joseph gasped as Gage’s hand slid down to the waistband of his
jeans, popping them open. The zipper went down, one slow metallic rasp at a
time.

“So you
tell me right now if you don’t want this to happen.”

Joseph could
barely control his breathing as Gage’s hand slipped inside his jeans to tease
his growing erection.

“Otherwise,
I’m gonna be deep inside you within the next fifteen minutes.”

Gage squeezed
his cock and Joseph moaned, pushing his ass back against the hardness he felt behind
him. Gage groaned and licked his neck.

“Maybe
sooner. What’s it gonna be, Joseph?”

Joseph took a
moment to answer. Not because he was unsure, but because Gage’s fingers on his
shaft, and his body heat against his skin, and that voice in his ear had his brain a little bit scrambled.
“No baseball. I want you.”