Welcome Home re-released by Amber!

Watson feels like he's been riding his bike forever. Leaving Boston and his ex-boyfriend in a cloud of dust, he heads west. Finding himself with nowhere to stay on a cold Rocky Mountain night, Watson takes a chance on a traveler's rest, an old-fashioned place to just hang his hat until morning.
Bandy was a traveler once, too, until a desperate bout with disaster changed his life. He takes Watson in and shows the man that it's worth picking up the pieces of a shattered life. But can he convince Watson they can make a home for both of them?
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He laughed. “I smell like leather and the road, I imagine.”
Bandy’s nostrils flared, the pale eyes closing. “Leather. Road. Man. Speed Stick deodorant.”
“No, shit, you can smell my deodorant?”
“Yeah. That whole your-other-senses-get-stronger thing? Not a lie.”
He leaned harder over the couch arm. “Touch and taste, too?”
“Yeah. Yeah, touch and taste.” Bandy licked his lips, thighs spreading a little.
“Oh…” He swallowed, watching Bandy’s tongue. “Touch and taste,” he repeated, his cock throbbing. He wanted to touch, to taste.
“Uh-huh.” Bandy shifted and he could see the bulge in the man’s jeans.
And if that wasn’t an invitation…then he’d go—get back on his bike and leave.
He got up and stood between Bandy’s legs, looking down at the man. “If I’ve got the wrong idea here, tell me.”
“You don’t have the wrong idea.” Bandy reached out, hands wrapping around his legs.
“Good.” He slid his fingers into short hair, tilting Bandy’s head back as he bent and brought their lips together.
Bandy’s lips parted, warm tongue sliding out to taste him, to feel him. Coffee was the first thing he tasted, and then the man himself, strong and male. Good. Moaning, he slid his own tongue along Bandy’s.
Bandy made a sweet, low sound, tongue pushing into his lips, the kiss deepening.
He watched Bandy’s face, the sightless eyes closed. He could see them move reflexively beneath the surface as he wrapped his lips around Bandy’s tongue and sucked gently. Long fingers wrapped around his thighs, squeezing and rolling, rubbing him in time with their kiss.
Moaning into the kiss, he slid his hands over Bandy’s skull, rubbed over the man’s neck and held onto his shoulders. Bandy tugged him closer, giving him that lap to drop down onto. He straddled those long legs, groaning as his cock pushed up against Bandy’s. It was so hot and he shuddered—he couldn’t remember the last time anything with Jimmy had felt this good.
“Oh, damn. That’s. That’s something.” Bandy’s mustache tickled his lips, those hands sliding around to cup and squeeze his ass.
He nodded, tongue dragging along Bandy’s lower lip. “It is. It’s good.” Electric. He could only imagine how it had to be for Bandy if the man hadn’t had anything but his own hand in forever. He wanted to make it good, wanted to blow the man’s mind.
“Mmmhmm.” Bandy moved under him, rocking just a little, cock nudging him, over and over.
His leathers were way too fucking tight, and Bandy’s jeans had to be constricting important things, too, so he started on them, playing with Bandy’s belt buckle, teasing a bit, before undoing it.
“Oh. Oh, man. I… Damn.”
Watson grinned. He had a hunch this was going to be good for his ego.
Published on July 06, 2014 08:26
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