- Publisher: Rocky Ridge Books
- Available in: Kindle
- Published: January 5, 2016
The Anvil isn’t Joe’s first choice for a night out. But he’s too well known at his regular bar to pull off what he has in mind—a night of sex and dirty pool.
Joe’s going to sink some balls, but is his boy ready?
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Excerpt: Dirty Pool
Joe strode into the Anvil on a busy Friday night with his leashed boy in tow. The kid drew a lot of attention as they made their way to the back of the joint. No real surprise there. After all he was dressed with the intention of drawing every eye in the place. A blatant come on to one and all that the kid was more than prepared to back up.
A wolf whistle split the air and more heads turned. “Damn! I wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that!”
They could look all they wanted as long as they didn’t try to touch. Not without Joe’s permission.
The tight black t-shirt only accentuated the nipple rings above a sculpted stomach reminiscent of wave patterns at the beach. A substantial gap existed between his t-shirt and the top of his jeans which had been unbuttoned and rolled down to expose the hollows of his hip bones. A tribal tat followed the curve of one flank down to disappear under the edge of the artfully sandpapered denim. The unrelieved black leather collar and cuffs on both wrists proof of Joe’s mastery, the outward symbols of his boy’s willingness to demonstrate his trust.
The place was murky as only a pool hall can be. Stale cigarettes cut by the acrid metallic reek of poppers. The taint of the damn things caught in Joe’s throat and made his head pound. He hated them and his boy didn’t need them. The honest smell of sweaty men was almost lost under the funk of sex laced with everyone’s favorite poison.
The bar ran down the side of the joint closest to the door. Budweiser and Coors signs flickered over the long stretch of sticky oak, the neon casting their glow over the kid’s skin, competing for their share of the action. The latest metal hit blasted out of the sound system loud enough to cover casual conversation, Def Leppard singing about getting rocked.
If Joe had his way, the whole bar would get rocked by what was about to go down.