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Up for some light BDSM? Today, I give you Lodge Davidson from COMING TO STAY:
What he looks like is
not what he is!
Jim
Heights lands the unenviable responsibility of getting rid of a biker due to
Club Evolve’s strict dress code. Forearms riddled with tattoos and wearing
leather, neither a sign Jim’s task would be easy.
Lodge
Davidson has never been tossed out of a club but a quiet voice and a firm grip
coerce him toward Evolve’s entrance before he even orders his beer. One thought
ran through LD’s mind—return and make the pretty bartender his for a night.
EXCERPT:
“For crying out loud! You are aware we have a camera in the
parking lot.” Zed’s anger caused Jim to worry about his job. “Evolve isn’t some
sleazy club where you screw someone in the parking lot and drive away.”
“We didn’t screw. He wasn’t dressed
appropriately so I couldn’t bring him in.”
“Who the fuck was he and why was he out there
in the first place?”
Should he explain to the owner that the rough
ass dropped in earlier and Jim escorted him out? Tell him the bastard turned
him on so much he’d thought about him all day. “Name’s Lodge and he’s not a bad
guy.” Flipping his ponytail from his shoulder, Jim kept talking with hopes of
convincing Zed his biker wasn’t corrupt or depraved. His biker! Damn, situation went from bad to worse. “He’s got a college
degree.”
Zed spun on him so rapidly, Jim jumped back.
“I have a degree and I’d have ripped his fucking balls off for pulling a stunt
like that.”
“Goddamn it, Zed. I could have gotten in my
car and drove away but I didn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted him.” Plain and simple
truth.
“Sanders and his fucking dress code.” Falling
into a chair, Zed exhaled noisily. “This time I agree.” He eyed Jim. “I don’t
want Evolve’s parking lot to become a hangout for wild, boisterous bikers.”
“He’s not like that.”
“You know this how?”
“When I showed him out earlier yesterday he
didn’t give me a problem.”
“Earlier? He was here? Inside!”
“Lord, Zed, I didn’t just meet the guy riding
through the parking lot.” Heat flooded Jim’s face thinking of what he must have
looked like shoving cock into LD’s mouth.
“Son of a bitch, Jim! You met, no, saw him twice in your life and he’s
snacking on your dick in the parking lot?”
Twice… Only twice and he’d have done anything
Lodge asked. Shit! Jim wiped hands
down his face. “I know, I know. Christ, I didn’t think he’d come back.”
“Humph. Well he did and he waited for you to
come out. Must be a reason.”
Yeah,
he wanted to suck my dick. “It meant nothing to him.”
“Not so sure your right.”
“What do you mean?”
“That man on the camera was a handsome piece
of shit.” Zed hesitated as if he remembered something. Shaking his head, he
went on. “Men like him can take anything or anyone
they want in their type of crowd.”
“He’s not some hard ass biker.” Which was
exactly the type Jim wanted. Lodge wouldn’t be gentle; he’d take him fiercely,
do things to him no one ever had. “He said he likes to ride alone.”
“Keep telling yourself that and everything
should be hunky dory until his gang shows up.” Zed stood, picked his keys up,
and then headed to the door. He opened it and chatter from Friday night’s after
work crowd filtered through. “We’re near capacity so I called in a second
bouncer for out front.” He scowled, “That means no leather, no bikers, and no
more cock sucking in my parking lot.
Let him grab a meal somewhere else for God’s sake.”
He walked out and left Jim wondering how LD
would circumvent the damn cameras. He didn’t even have a number to reach him
and warn him in case he decided… Goddamn it, he could have any of his sort. Why
would he race back to Evolve to see Jim? What had Zed called it—snacking on your dick.
“He’s not coming back.” Jim’s stomach sank.
He wanted LD to return and fulfill his
promise.
* * * * *
The man exiting Evolve stopped and stared at
him and Lodge discerned the instant recognition dawned. He pointed, “Davidson… Lodge Davidson. Unfuckingbelievable! I
thought that face was familiar. You bought a warehouse in Simi four months ago
to start your own business. A piece of property with twelve acres and a lake?”
“I did. You work for Drake Corp?”
“I am
Drake Corporation. Name’s Zedidiah Mandrake. I also own Club Evolve.” He
squinted. “I came in just as my brother, Danton, wrapped things up and I seldom
forget a face.”
“Worse luck,” he mumbled. Lodge headed toward
the entrance but stopped and spun. “I need a favor?”
“You ballsy bastard.” He glowered. “Not sure
you’re in position to ask for special treatment.”
Fucking
hard ass.
“If it’s money…”
“I know your worth. Checked you out on paper
before turning you over to Danton.”
“I don’t want your bartender, Jim, to know.”
“Jesus, you want him to believe you’re some
fucking biker?” Zed slouched against a German four-door Turbo S parked at the
curb. “He’s also my assistant manager. Do you even know his last name?”
“For now, yes, and no, I only got Jim.”
“It’s Heights and why, for God’s sake?”
Being
ripped off once in a lifetime is enough. That and other things kept him from
screwing around over the last four or five months. “I have my reasons.” Why
Jim, and why now? Too much needed to get done before embroiling himself in
anything.
“Two things.” Zed strode back to where Lodge
stood. “First, Jim’s going to know something is up when he sees you in an
expensive suit. He’s not stupid.” He poked his finger in Lodge’s chest. “I will
hurt you if you harm a hair on his head.”
“Take it easy.” He shoved Zed’s arm away. “He
doesn’t know I’m here tonight and my only intention is to give Jim what he wants.” Why for God’s sake? Folding arms across his chest, Lodge asked,
“Any particular reason for your interest in Jim?” Mandrake better not be… Shit! This would be the second time,
actually his third seeing the man. No way should he care who else might have
designs on him.
Lodge wanted one night.
“If I did have an interest you wouldn’t get
through that door.” Laughter ricocheted from the stone wall behind Lodge. “I
like the kid.”
“Trust me, he’s not a kid.”
“Figure of speech.” He spun and took no more
than two steps before he twisted around. “Second thing—fuck with him in my
parking lot again, I’ll rip your nuts off. Jim deserves better than that.”
“Goddamn. Cameras in the parking lot too?”
“Everywhere but the private rooms.”
“Jesus, you sure keep close tabs on people
who work for you.”
“I take care of my employees. Wait until your
company is up and running then you’ll understand. How’s that going by the way?”
“Things haven’t quite come together but I
finished my house on the lake.” Lodge might learn to like Zedidiah.
Motherfucker ran a tight ship. He remarked, “You don’t miss a thing, do you?”
“My gut feeling is you won’t either.” A
genuine smile curved his lips. “If there’s anything I can help with, give me a
call.”
“Might do that.”
Pivoting, Zed looked confused. “Shit, this
isn’t my car.”
Lodge’s turn to laugh. “It’s mine and your
ass better not have scratched it.” He opened the door, walked in, and blended
into Evolve’s crowd. For some unknown reason, he wanted nothing more than to
watch Jim for a while. Pretty bastard could finagle his way into… Whoa, that’s not going to happen.
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele
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