Excerpt Day: Bad Dawg by Lena Austin
Dawg Town: Bad Dawg by Lena Austin
Release Date: 07/2009
Publisher: Changeling Press
ISBN: 978-1-60521-229-6
Publisher Link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1182
Blurb: One OTR trucker. One leather-clad biker. One very special town... Finding himself stranded in the middle of Nowhere, Kansas, Loren comes face to face with his favorite fantasy. Hard to say which turns him on more, the '69 Shovelhead, or Bad Dawg -- the bronze god of a biker in the seat. But can there be any future for men whose livelihoods pull them in opposite directions? And what's with all the Prairie Dawgs all over the place?
Excerpt:
Bad Dawg drove around the side of the farmhouse and down a short lane to a large, classic red barn. They rode directly inside and parked in what was clearly a renovated animal stall. A sign in orange with black lettering declared the area was Hog Heaven. BD shut down the engine and waited until Loren stiffly removed himself from the back. Only then did the biker put down the kickstand on the rug denoting the honored place where the Harley sat. He patted the tanks like an old friend and turned to Loren with a smile.
Loren´s back connected with the solid wall of the stall before he could blink, and he tried to maintain his balance while a horny biker ripped his clothes off his body. Not that Loren objected in the slightest! In fact, he was in -- he apologized to himself for the pun -- Hog Heaven.
Bad Dawg grinned and kissed Loren lightly. "Thank you for flying Hog Heaven Airlines. My name is Bad Dawg, and I´ll be your host tonight. The movie is One Hot Trucker and stars a young, early-thirties brunette with a driver´s tanned left arm, big green eyes, and a body to kill for."
Entering into the spirit of the joke, Loren followed up. "Playing opposite Loren as the ingénue is a fiery redhead of a man known only as Bad Dawg. We can get some idea of his game only by the fact that he´s clad in black leather and denim." Loren kissed BD back playfully, while doing his best to get his co-star out of the aforementioned black leather jacket and denim vest. "I do hope they get kinky with that bike."
"How do you feel about bungee cords and fur?" BD fingered a bundle of bungee cords hanging from a hook on the wall.
"Long as it´s fake fur, we´re cool. I don´t like butchering animals for their skins. May as well admit I´m vegan, too." Loren drew breath and waited for the usual sneers he got from "manly" men.
"Okay, that´s it." BD reached over to a workbench, opened a small parts drawer, and drew out a little rubber O-ring. "I´m vegan, too.. Will you marry me?"
Loren took the O-ring and put it on his finger, trying to keep from laughing. He batted his eyes like a flirtatious femme fatale. "I like to try on the shoes before I buy them, big boy."
"That´s one meat you can sample to your heart´s content." He held up a hand. "After we shower. We both stink like three days of hard riding." He jerked his head toward the farmhouse. "I think you´ll like my shower." He grabbed Loren´s hand and dragged him out the door. Fortunately, it was a short walk to the farmhouse, since neither resisted a few games of grab-ass in the darkness.
Oh, holy hell! Loren did indeed like the shower. It was as big as a walk-in closet with a total of six jets of spray, glass brick walls, and the tiles beneath his feet had in-floor radiant heating. Loren moaned and stripped off his jeans and underwear, his T-shirt still back in the barn in shreds. "I think I may actually be warm again!"
BD stepped in and adjusted the spray nozzles. His body was tanned all over, but even darker where his arms and face would take the sun as he rode. He looked like some sort of Greek god cast in bronze from head to toe.
Loren´s tongue ached to play a silent game of connect the dots from freckle to freckle, beginning and ending with the only meat he ever wanted to put between his lips. The spicy scent of BD´s soap and shampoo teased his nose. Loren mentally slapped himself. He was an OTR trucker, and falling in love with a man who at least superficially resembled his dream lover was not smart. In less than a day, Loren would be back on the open road. He´d get a pet if he got lonely. Still, there was no harm in playing with the living embodiment of his fantasy for the next few hours. He stepped into the shower´s hot spray. "I just have one question, BD."
The biker shook his wet hair out of his face and lifted one eyebrow. "That´ll be your limit for the night." One corner of his mouth twitched to let Loren know he was kidding. Maybe.
Loren took that hint for what it implied -- shut up and start the fucking. Yeah, he got the message, loud and clear. BD didn´t talk much, but what he said was important. "I´m not poaching on anyone´s territory, am I?"
BD slowly shook his head from side to side. "Nope. Kinda had a thing for my best friend Bryce for a while, but he´s pretty much straight. Got himself a girl these days."
Sam Elliott. That´s whose slow, lingering voice BD´s resembled. Loren nodded, half to himself and half to acknowledge what BD had revealed. God, the man was tying Loren up in knots with his slow, deliberate attitude. Clearly, he was a man of few words and a whole lot of action.
Like right then, BD pushed on Loren´s shoulders to tell the trucker to kneel and start sucking. His slightly curved cock stood straight up, following the thin dark line of hair running from his navel to pubic hair. It twitched, beckoning Loren to taste.
That plan worked for Loren, so he complied. Kneeling beneath the hot spray on the equally warm tiles was no hardship, especially since it brought him eye-to-proverbial- eye with a long, hard shaft nestled in a thatch of dark red curls. There was even an adorable freckle right next to a pulsing vein, just begging for a nibble. Loren shivered with anticipation, his mouth watering. So what if he was the bottom to a redheaded fantasy like BD? He liked the dichotomy of his favorite fantasy -- OTR trucker and bottom to a leather-clad biker. He dove in and took his time, nuzzling the chestnut curls first.. He´d store up every sensation in his memory for later recall on the cold, lonely nights in his truck´s berth.