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Kong, Creature, Axel and Scout. Two longtime club members, two possible prospects. The potential is limitless, but only if they can get on the same page before an old threat to the club comes back to haunt them, and an unforeseen incident nearly rips one of them away from the others for good.
Genres:
Pairings: 4+ or Other
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 3 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Age Difference, Found Family, Hurt / Comfort, Rescue, Tease and Denial
Word Count: 65,000
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
“Can I make you something, or would you like me to refill that?” Scout asked, inclining his head towards the mug in the big man’s hand.
“You wanna make me something, you can make me happy and get your ass up on the bar, then pass me a bottle,” the massive guy remarked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“You want the bottle first, or my ass?”
“Surprise me.”
Jaw-dropping, he reached for the hem of his shirt, then immediately glanced over at Ms. Kat to make sure he wasn’t about to fuck up.
“You’re free to give the man whatever he wants,” she said.
That was all he needed to hear to get him moving. He stripped down to a purple thong with playtime written across the front and his boots, glad he’d worn the cutoffs because he never would have been able to get jeans off over them.
READ MORE“Goddamn, boy, if that’s what you’re offering, let me get in on it too,” another man called, the big one the first guy had been arm wrestling; Scout was pretty sure his name was Creature.
“With all due respect, brutha, you can fuck off right now,” the first man said. “To the victor goes the spoils tonight, all of them, so keep your hands off him.”
“Hey, it’s all good,” Creature said, holding his hands up and stepping back. “I’ll catch him another time.”
“Maybe,” the first guy said, before nudging him aside as Scout passed him the bottle of tequila he’d shoved under the bar so he wouldn’t have to make another trip to the backroom.
“I can get you something different if you want.” Scout offered.
“Nope, just don’t go skimping on the lime and salt.”
“Yes, sir,” Scout replied, and immediately started cutting a trio of limes into wedges as Ms. Kat started hustling people towards the door.
“All of you, git,” she growled, brandishing a metal spoon at those who’d lingered or doubled back on their way out the door. “Let Kong enjoy his welcome home in peace.”
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