1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

LEWIS

"Noooooooo," I shout. Cruising down the back roads with the pedal on the floor, ominous storm clouds gathering overhead, and not another soul in sight is really not the time you want smoke to start billowing from your engine. I guess there's never really a time you want to see that, but this is a particularly bad time. "No, no, no," I chant, steering over to the shoulder. "Be a good car and don't explode, please."

What? Like I'm a mechanic? Talking nicely to her is bound to be just as effective as anything else in my skill set. Unless putting together a lovely floral centerpiece or deepthroating a cock is the secret to engine cooling, I'm pretty much out.

The check engine light has been on for so long that I figured she was just being dramatic. Like, girl, have an iced coffee and get your life together like the rest of us. I turn the car off and scramble out, just in case she does decide to go into a full-on meltdown and blast my ass into outer space. I eye the threatening gray clouds rolling in overhead. They're less concerning than the cloud of smoke coming from under the hood of my car. Maybe a good hard rain will cool her off.

"Fuck," I groan, pulling my phone out of my pocket and snapping a picture.

LEWIS: What the fuck do I do?

I attach the picture to the message, and it only takes a second before I can see my bestie typing a response.

ROWAN: What? Like I'm a mechanic?

I snort a laugh at how perfectly his response matches my own thoughts from earlier. Then another message pops up.

ROWAN: Personally, I'd get a safe distance away and call for a tow. But I also would have taken it in a month ago when the check engine light first came on, so what do I know.

I groan again.

LEWIS: I can't. The only tow in town is Big Bull. It's too embarrassing.

ROWAN: Well then, I guess you'd better start walking.

LEWIS: Why don't you love me?

ROWAN: Tough love, baby. Just call. I doubt you're the only customer they've ever had who accidentally had porn synced to their car radio.

LEWIS: Liar. They're probably still laughing about the thirsty twink watching porn in their lobby. Ugh.

I eye my car again and weigh my options, which turn out to be startlingly few. I can abandon her here and walk home, but eventually I'll have to suck it up and have her towed. Unless she explodes into a million pieces. Then I could just pick them all up and carry her home in bits. Maybe I am rooting for the explosion now. Seems more convenient.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I mutter.

A fat raindrop splashes against my cheek and the smoke finally dissipates. I guess that means an explosion probably isn't on the horizon. I can't decide whether that's a win or not.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I look up and down the quiet road, hoping some Good Samaritan with a tow truck will just happen by. If he's hot, even better. I count to five in my head, but no one materializes to save the day.

"Ugh, fine," I grumble, pulling open the search on my phone to get the number for Big Bull Mechanics. Another raindrop splatters on the screen, and I have to pause to wipe it away before clicking on the phone number.

It rings a few times before someone finally answers.

"Big Bull Mechanics, Henry speaking, how can I help you?"

I rush through explaining the smoking engine and giving him my location, telling myself Rowan's probably right, and no one at the shop even remembers me. It was months ago that the embarrassing porn fiasco happened. It's not like I was jerking it in their lobby or anything, I was just perusing a little entertainment while I waited.

I can hear the click-clack of a keyboard through the phone, and Henry laughs and then covers the sound with a fake cough.

"Lewis, yeah, I've got you here in our records."

Fucking great.

"Cool, can you send a tow? Do I need to be here for it?" I look down the quiet road in the direction of home. It's at least five miles back to my place, but walking sounds preferable to waiting here to face whichever stupidly hot mechanic shows up in the tow truck. Another few raindrops splash onto my skin, cooling the heat of the July afternoon.

"I can send someone," Henry assures me. "Riggs is out with the truck, but as soon as he gets back, I'll send him your way. It might be about an hour."

"That's fine. Thanks." I hang up and tilt my face towards the sky. I close my eyes and another raindrop hits the bridge of my nose. It rolls down one side while another few paint my forehead and cheeks. I guess I should start walking before the rain really starts coming down.

The roar of an engine tears through the quiet of the afternoon, sending a few birds scattering from a nearby tree. I push my fingers through my damp hair and look in the direction of the sound. Maybe I won't have to walk after all. If I can manage to look pathetic and non-threatening enough, I might be able to hitch a ride with whoever is coming over the small hill. Shouldn't be hard considering I weigh about a hundred and ten pounds and couldn't intimidate a kitten if my life depended on it.

Still, I put on a sunny smile and prepare to wave them down. The roar grows louder until a man on a motorcycle comes into view. My heart jumps and I hesitate for a second. What if he's one of those macho, homophobic biker dudes? Should I risk it? Before I can decide, he slows and pulls off to the side, rolling to a stop right behind my useless heap of a car.

He plants one foot on the ground and kills his engine. I drag my gaze over him, starting with the way his jeans cling to his thick thighs like a second skin. There's a hole just above the knee that offers a little peek at the skin underneath and a flash of dark hair. In spite of the heat, he's wearing a leather jacket, unzipped, offering a delicious view of a low-slung tank top underneath with a faded Nine Inch Nails logo on it, his man cleavage on full display with a generous smattering of dark gray hair dusting his pecs. I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. At least if he murders me, I'll die doing what I love: drooling over a man who's clearly nothing but trouble.

He tugs his helmet off and my breath catches. Holy mother Mary and little baby Jesus, this man . He's a certified silver fox, with a beard to match and a smolder in his steel gray eyes that makes my knees weak the second they lock onto me. I try to cover my gasp with a cough, but the twist of his lips into a cocky grin is a sure sign that I've failed miserably.

"Having a little trouble?" His voice is a deep rumble, the human equivalent of the roar of his engine, sending a shiver down my spine and a vibration through my chest.

Breathing? Yes. Taking my eyes off of him? Also, yes.

He nods towards my car, snapping me out of my horny stupor with the reminder of why I'm standing here on the side of the road to begin with.

I lick my lips again and nod.

"It's hot," I say, then cringe. "My car, I mean. It's, um, smoking." I glance at the hood which doesn't have any traces of smoke left, and I wince again. If Rowan were here right now, he'd be laughing his ass off at me. I only get stupid around hot guys when it's been too damn long since I've gotten laid.

Sexy motorcycle dude swings a leg over his bike to dismount. He sets his helmet on the seat, then shrugs off his jacket and hangs it from one of the handlebars. His arms bulge with muscles, one of his biceps covered with colorful ink. I open and close my mouth, trying to form words. Any words would be good. Other than ‘fuck me,' because frankly that might be a little forward.

"Want me to take a look?" he offers.

"Fuck me," I answer. His eyebrows jump up and my face heats. "I mean, thank me. Thank you . For taking a look." I gulp under his intense gaze, the smirk growing on his lips. "At my car."

Yeah, I'm definitely going to have to start walking. Directly into traffic would be ideal.

ARROW

And here I thought this afternoon was going to be dull. I was on my way to meet the guys and probably spend the rest of the day fucking around with our bikes, maybe taking a ride if the rain fucked off eventually. But, shit, helping a stranded motorist in need is a side quest I can get on board with. The fact that he's cute as hell doesn't hurt anything either.

I hold his gaze for a few more seconds, enjoying the feeling of heat and excitement expanding inside me, pulsing from my chest to my cock as the tasty blond treat in front of me licks his lips for what has to be the tenth time since I rolled up.

"I'm Lewis, by the way." He introduces himself with a confident smile that's at odds with his previous rambling and blushing. "And I swear, I'm not usually this stupid. It's just been a long fucking day."

I nod and smile back at him, a few raindrops pelting my exposed arms and chest, picking up speed from the light drizzle I was riding through just a minute ago.

"You can call me Arrow."

"As in ‘straight as an arrow?'" He cringes at his own joke and drags his hand through his increasingly wet hair, pushing the white-blond mop off of his forehead.

"Absolutely," I say solemnly, watching a flicker of disappointment flutter over his features. "Fun fact though, arrows aren't that straight, and neither am I." I wink and Lewis's mouth falls open with a breathless laugh.

The guys have been giving me shit lately for an unprecedented celibate streak, and they might be right. If a little flirtatious banter is making my heart beat out of my chest, it's long past time for me to dust myself off and get back in the game.

Lewis opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, the skies open up and the drizzle turns into a full-on downpour.

"Oh shit," he gasps over the roar of the rain.

I duck my head, for all the good that will do, and stride forward, closing the space between us in just a few steps. Lewis's eyes widen as I back him towards the car.

"Get in." I pull open the nearest door, which happens to be the back seat, and nudge him inside.

He doesn't argue, just scrambles in and slides across the seat to make room for me to dive in after him. The rain pelts the car, creating a drumbeat on the roof and blurring the world outside. I shake my hair like a wet dog and Lewis shrieks, then laughs.

"Dude, you're soaking the inside of my car."

" Dude ," I mock, dragging my gaze over his tight white t-shirt, see-through now and clinging to his body. "The inside of your car is already soaked."

He rolls his eyes. "Fine, good point."

He follows suit, shaking his wet hair out and then attempting to wring out his shirt.

"I can take a look under the hood when it lets up," I say, noticing the way our breath and the heat of our bodies is quickly fogging up the windows and turning the inside of the car into a sauna.

"Don't worry about it. I have a tow coming anyway. I was hoping you could give me a ride, but that doesn't look like it's going to happen." He wipes his hand through the fog on the nearest window and tries to peer out. There's nothing to see except a curtain of heavy rain though. "How long do you think it's going to last?"

I shrug. "Flash storms like this never last long. One wild, raging burst of chaos and passion, and then it's like it never even happened, just a few puddles to remember it by."

Lewis returns his attention to me, shifting in his seat. Our thighs press against each other and the spot he cleared on the window quickly fogs right back up.

"Hmm," he hums, his big blue eyes dancing with interest and heat. "Well, we're stuck here until it clears up I guess. Any ideas of how we could pass the time?" He doesn't blush this time, but he does sink his teeth into his plush bottom lip.

My cock pulses and my body heats so fast I'm surprised the raindrops clinging to my skin don't immediately turn into steam.

"I'm sure we can think of something," I answer gruffly.

A few beats of silence pass between us, nothing but the sound of our harsh breathing and the patter of the rain, our eyes locked in a primal kind of communication, just pheromones and body language. A clap of thunder sounds outside, but neither of us flinch. Nothing exists right now except for the heat building between us.

It's midday, but the clouds have made it dark enough that it might as well be the middle of the night. A flash of lightning illuminates the inside of the car, and just as quickly, Lewis is crawling into my lap to straddle me. His shorts ride up his thighs and my eyes land on the dark circles of his nipples visible through his drenched shirt. His lips are puffy and damp from the rain and the way he's been licking them.

Another bolt of lightning flashes. I hook one hand behind his neck and grab a fistful of his shirt with the other, crashing our mouths together as the next rumble of thunder shakes the car. Lewis parts his lips and moans, his tongue tasting of rain and cherries as he strokes it over mine.

I suck his tongue and feed him a groan of my own, every nerve ending in my body sparking to life in an instant. He rocks his hips and the hard swell of his cock bumps against mine through our clothes. Our tongues tangle and our lips find a desperate, needy rhythm against each other. I slide my hands under his drenched shirt to feel the heat of his skin, sticky and damp but smooth as silk to the touch. Lewis tugs my shirt up and does the same, greedily mapping my body with his hands as we trade muffled moans and swallow each other's quiet gasps.

The humidity inside the car only gets heavier with our panting breaths. Sweat beads all over my skin, washing away the rain but leaving me twice as damp as I was before. My cock throbs in the confines of my jeans, straining to get closer to the gorgeous, surprisingly bold man writhing on my lap. Whatever shyness had Lewis babbling and blushing earlier is nowhere to be found now as he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs the button on my jeans loose.

My balls are heavy and tight, and my cock twitches eagerly as he slowly drags my zipper down. Electricity dances over my skin and sparks between us everywhere we touch. The kiss is wild enough to kill me all on its own. For all the shit the guys have been giving me about my lackluster love life lately, this right here is the reason why. Excitement. Heat. Chemistry . I'm so fucking tired of chasing around men who aren't giving me half the passion I'm getting from this perfect stranger. This is what I've been craving. Tongue-heavy kissing, heart beating out of my chest, can't-get-enough-of-each-other groping.

I grab handfuls of his ass cheeks, loving the way my fingers sink into the soft swell peeking out from the bottom of his shorts. Lewis whines into my mouth and cups my stiff cock through the soft cotton of my boxer briefs.

"What are you into?" he murmurs breathlessly between kisses.

I huff out a laugh and then get lost for a minute in the way our tongues slide and twist around each other. "Anything. Everything. You ."

Lewis tilts his head back and moans. I lean in and drag my tongue along the fluttering pulse point in his throat, getting drunk on the salty flavor of his skin.

"I know that was just a line, but that's exactly what I want to hear," he says. He tugs on the waistband of my underwear, then shoves his hand inside to wrap it around my aching cock. My shaft is already slick with precum, and I thrust into his grasp. "Just… make me feel like I'm special, okay? You don't have to mean it, it just…" He licks his lips again, and this time they're swollen and damp from my mouth instead of his. "It turns me on."

Make him feel special? No hardship there. I nip at his skin and rock my hips to fuck into his fist again. Most people take one look at my gruff exterior and assume I'm a ‘fuck and run' type of guy, but the truth is I've always been more into relationships. A hookup with a complete stranger in a rainstorm in the middle of the afternoon is so wildly out of character that if any of my friends knew about this, they'd probably check me into the hospital. So, yeah, Lewis is special in a way. Is he special in the way he means? I have no fucking clue.

"You want me to tell you how fucking breathtaking you are?" I growl, undoing his shorts with one hand, still squeezing his perky ass cheek with the other. "I thought I was hallucinating when I saw you. No way could I be lucky enough to come across a man who's exactly my type stranded on the side of the road outside of town."

He whimpers and strokes me faster, adding a little twist each time he reaches my cockhead. My balls tighten and more precum oozes out to slick his palm.

"Fuck yeah, more of that," he says, rolling his hips impatiently as I tug his tight shorts down enough to get his cock free.

"You don't have enough men tripping over themselves to stroke your ego?" I tease, wrapping my hand around his long, slender cock before crashing my lips back into his to capture his moan on my tongue. I'm starving for every sound he feeds me, ravenous for his gasps as they vibrate against my lips, muffled around my tongue.

"I'm needy," he whispers against my lips, convulsing and moaning again as I match his pace and start to stroke him.

"I like needy," I rumble, my words sounding more like a growl than coherent speech as I kiss along the smooth edge of his jaw with little nips. "I also like pretty twinks with big blue eyes and cherry flavored lips."

Lewis lets out a breathless laugh that turns into a shout as I use my grip on his ass to yank him even closer. His cockhead bumps against mine and my hips jerk. He takes the hint, loosening his grip on my cock so he can wrap his hand around both of us at once. I bring my other hand back to his ass and cant my hips, my eyes rolling and my lips parting on a moan as our hot, silky shafts drag against each other.

"Best I've had in years, and we still have most of our clothes on," I pant, using my grip on his ass to fuck him against me.

He gasps and moans, stroking us together faster. Our mouths find each other again, with a desperate edge this time. The kiss is sloppy and wet and so fucking good I know it's going to fuel jerk-off fantasies for years to come.

"Arrow," he groans my name around my tongue, his cock stiffening even further against mine, our rhythm faltering as he starts to grind and hump against me.

"So good, Lewis. So fucking hot." I praise him between kisses and heavy breaths, my balls constricting and my cock pouring precum like a faucet now.

"Arrow!" he screams my name again, then bites down on my lip hard enough that I taste blood. His cock starts to pulse against mine, hot bursts of his cum slicking his fist as he continues to stroke us both, covering my shaft in every sticky rope of it that I've earned.

With a shuddering groan, I follow him over the edge, adding pulse after pulse of my orgasm to the mess between us, coating our cocks and streaking across our exposed skin. We hump and kiss and gasp each other's names until we're both spent and completely out of breath, then Lewis sags against me and starts to laugh.

"Should I be offended?" I ask dryly.

He shakes his head and looks down at the mess between us.

"Sorry, I wasn't laughing at you. That was just… Wow." He huffs out another amused sound, then climbs off my lap.

Now that the blood has stopped rushing in my ears and the grunts and moans between us have quieted, I realize the rain has stopped too.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take a look at your engine?"

Lewis bites his lip and lifts his hips to pull his shorts back up, using his wet shirt to wipe his sticky hand clean. A primal feeling surges in my chest knowing he's going to be walking around wearing a mixture of our releases, at least for a little while.

"Don't worry about it. The Big Bull tow truck should be here…" The sound of a truck engine rumbles through the air as if summoned by his words. "Now, apparently."

I wince. Of course he called Big Bull. They have the only tow truck in town. Fuck, I am never going to hear the end of this from my brother. I glance back over at Lewis, who's doing his best to hide how debauched he looks. No amount of smoothing his hair and clothes can get rid of the whisker burn on his chin or his swollen lips though. Yeah, that was definitely worth whatever ribbing I'll get from Henry later.

Lewis pushes open the door on his side and the truck with the Big Bull logo and the words ‘Professional Hooker' on the side pulls up in front. I grab his arm before he can climb out and reach into my pocket to fish out a business card. He looks at the card with confusion.

"In case you're ever stranded on the side of the road again." I smile and wink, pressing it into his hand.

He curls his fingers around it then stuffs it into his pocket. I slip out the other side of the car and hustle to my bike, hoping if I keep my head down, I'll manage to avoid having to explain anything to my brother later. Not that he would begrudge me an afternoon of fun. No, the problem is he'd be way too damn invested in the whole thing. Ever since he went and fell in love with the man of his dreams, he's made it his mission to harass me about being single at every turn.

I pull my drenched leather jacket back on and slip my helmet into place, swinging my leg over my best girl and roaring away without a backward glance.