A Place for Cliff (25 page)

ROUGH  ATTRACTION

The Dominion of Brothers series book 3

Darko cruised along the highway, keeping to the right lane. It was morning traffic time and he was not in such a hurry to put him and his chopper into the death race 2000 against New York’s finest. Which was what it typically felt like when trying to dodge the all too many
gotta get there first
left lane drivers of a typical New York morning commute. Let them have it. As for him he’d get to work when he got there and that’s all it ever was for him. 

The morning was just like any other. That is until he spotted the striking man standing on the side of the road cursing at a new model Mercedes on the side of the road. Even the feuding expression on the man’s face as he passed, had him licking his lips and his cock itching to reach out and touch someone. Both convinced him instantaneously the man was worth a day’s good deed and he quickly pulled off into the emergency lane, turned his bike around and rode back down the shoulder to where the car and his distressed beau sat.

He swung a leg over and strolled up to the side of the car, pulling the gauntlet glove free from one hand and let his fingers drift lightly over the glossy paint. The car was so new he could smell it even on the highway of rushing traffic and exhaust fumes.

He glanced down at the rear tire, flat as a twink’s chest. However the
man
was anything but. Tall just a touch over six feet, which would put the man eye to eye with him… sun streaked, golden brown hair with a touch of a wave in it and what probably started off groomed back was now disheveled in his aggravation. The tanned skin of his face and hands marked him for an outdoorsman and the stark muscles hiding under the expensive looking light grey suit said he was active. It wasn’t hurting matters at all that he was packing a sweet looking ass in it either. Darko bite back the impulse to lick his lips, but the view of eye candy the man exhumed was worth the stop already.

“Looks like you got a flat?”

The man spun around, “Obvious is it?” not at all amused, nor gathering too quickly he was about to be rescued.

Oh and he’s got some fire to boot. Darko thought to himself and now his cock was more than itching. “You need some help?” Darko turned sincere in the offer.

“I can change my own tire if I could just find the fucking tire to do it with.” The disgruntled man spun on his heels throwing his hands up in the air more frustrated with himself than anything else. The hands came down to his hips and he turned back to the offer for assistance. “I’ve had the car all of half a day and already it’s got a flat and I can’t find anything.”

Darko soaked up the sight of him standing there facing him and offered a smirk of understanding. “My brother had one of these.” Darko pulled the back door open, reached behind the head rest and pressed the recessed button then lifted the rear car seat to expose the hidden compartment there. Inside he fetched a black bag that would make the job of rescuing his rough knight in shining armor all the easier.

He strolled back around but not passing up the chance to brush against the man as he did so, to the back of the car and began assembling the extended crank bar. “You see the snobs that designed the car decided they didn’t want to see the tools or spare tire. They thought the sight of them marred the rich physic of the car’s design.” He lined the extension bar through an indention just above the bumper and pushed in until it caught and he began to crank it around.

Maxum bent over and could see the dark object lowering down from the under carriage. His spare tire.

Darko dropped down on the ground, reached under, unfastened the caddy and tugged the tire out from under the car. Another twenty minutes later and he had the car good as new. Nor did he fail to notice the man was eyeing him about as hot and heavily as he had him.

“You don’t know how much I appreciate this.” His rescued man glanced at the watch that might have cost more than the car, “I’ll actually make my meeting after all, this morning.” He watched as Darko placed the flattened tired into the trunk along with the bag of tools. The man’s eyes more on his muscles as they flexed with the movement than on the tire being placed in his car. “I’m not sure how to repay you—” he pulled a business card from his lapel pocket, “But if there’s anything you could—”

Darko twisted grabbing him by his suit coat and yanked their bodies to collide together. His mouth instantly crashing over the other man’s in an avaricious kiss. His tongue licked over his lips soliciting entry and with barely a note of hesitation the man gave it to him.  The feisty and richly dressed businessman tasted like one of those fancy coffees and a hint of fruit jam on toast, but it was his tongue that had Darko swelling in his pants. The man kissed back; the caress of his tongue was powerful, hungry and completely pliable against his own as if this man was made to fit him like a pair of rich leather gloves. And he could just imagine the man fucking with a pair on. Darko’s left hand released the suit coat, slipping down the man’s arm until he clasped around the man's hand, brought it to the building erection in his jeans and ground the hard ridge into the man’s palm.

He let out his own groan and an embarrassed smile broke over his face.
Grrrhhh
, that had just been too damn good when he was least expecting it. He was about to move in for another kiss when he realized what he’d done to the man’s suit. He made a slight clicking noise in his lips and stepped back. The gray suit coat and white crisp shirt were ruined with the black smudges of tire soot from his hands.

The man’s eyes, burnished with the same heat he’d just felt himself, dropped in response discovering the condition the kiss had just left him in. Darko snatched the business card from his knight’s hand then pulled the fancy pen from his shirt pocket, creating more smudges, “Looks like I messed up your pretty clothes.” He scribbled something down on the backside of the card then tucked it back into the man’s shirt pocket along with the pen. His hand lingering just long enough to let his fingers feel the firm chest muscle behind the shirt and tweak over the hard nipple hidden there. Yet again leaving further evidence of his touch in a hand print of grime. “That’s my address. Be there for dinner. Tonight. Bring the suit and I’ll pay for the dry cleaning. Stand me up and the suit is your problem.” He grinned. A rather self pleased smile that made no offer that he might actually feel bad for messing up the man’s work clothes. And turned heading back for his ride.

He sat on his chopper, closing up his leather jacket and pulling his gloves back on, all while he watched the reflection of the man behind him through his review mirror. His knight wore the expression of a well kissed man and he hoped it would be enough to bring him calling.

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