Chapter Three
Keeland could feel the flush in his cheeks as he drove away from Dom’s place. He couldn’t believe how forward he’d been or the things he’d said. That was so unlike him. He wasn’t a wallflower exactly, but he usually didn’t go chasing after guys. He certainly didn't flirt with them.
It meant his love life sucked, but he’d just never really gotten the whole dating-game thing. He’d spent too much of his time studying and going to school. The upside was that he owned his own veterinary practice at the young age of twenty-six. The downside was that he had no social life.
Maybe that was about to change?
Keeland laughed bitterly. Who was he kidding? Guys who looked like Dom didn’t go for guys who looked like him. They went for pretty boys or guys who looked just as rough-and-tumble as they were. Geeky little nerds were out.
Keeland pulled into his driveway and turned the truck off. He leaned back in his seat and sighed. Not for the first time, he wished he had been born someone else. He knew he’d made the most of what he had by using his brains to make a good career for himself, and he was damn proud of himself.
But every once in a while, he wished he had been born pretty. He wasn’t ugly, not by a long shot, but he was more comfortable covered in animal hair and other things than he was dressed to the nines. He kept his hair short for a reason. He wouldn’t know a hair product if it came up and bit him on the ass. And his idea of dressing up was taking his lab coat off and putting on a clean shirt.
While a big, bad biker might not know what Sak’s Fifth Avenue was, it was obvious from Dom’s gorgeous, muscular physique that the man prided himself on looking good, and damn, did he look good. Keeland felt his cock harden just thinking about how good Dom looked.
Keeland laughed to himself. “I’d do him.”
In a freaking heartbeat.
Knowing there was no hope for it, Keeland climbed out of his truck and headed into his house. Except for needing him to treat Henrietta, Keeland doubted Dom would remember who he was by morning.
Keeland let himself into his house and then shut the door behind him. His shoulders slumped as a trickle of despair wove its way through him. He flipped on the light, hoping it would make home feel a bit more welcoming.
It didn’t.
His house was okay. It was a rental, but he hoped to change that at some point. He was saving up to buy himself a place outside of town, something with a few acres so he could build his vet clinic on his own land.
He also wanted to get a few pets instead of always treating them. He had no one to come home to, not even a goldfish. It didn’t seem fair to have a pet when he put in so many hours at work. Maybe if he had someone in his life that would change, but he’d have to have someone first.
Keeland hung up his jacket, then wandered into the private bath off his bedroom. It’d been one of the main reasons he’d picked this place. Well, that and the cheap rent. He liked having a private bath just for himself, one he didn’t have to share with guests. Assuming he had guests.
He stripped off his clothes and dropped them into the hamper specifically for his work stuff. He preferred not mixing his work clothes and his regular clothes because he got all sorts of nasty stuff on his work clothes.
Keeland groaned as he stepped under the shower spray. He liked his showers lobster-boiling hot. When he had his own place, he promised himself he’d get one of those rainfall showerheads and just stand under it until the hot water heater ran cold.
He soaped up a clean washcloth and began scrubbing all the work grime off his body, but by the time he reached his dick, it was still hard and thoughts of work had been replaced by fantasies of his big, bad biker.
He squeezed a little more soap into his hand before wrapping his fingers around his cock. He gave himself several long strokes before reaching down with the other hand to tug on his balls. The small bite of pain combined with the ache of lust flushing every inch of his body had Keeland stroking his cock faster, harder, longer.
He was so close, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how fast he jerked off or how long the strokes, he couldn’t get off. Keeland groaned in frustration before leaning out of the shower and reaching into the wooden box on the shelf over the toilet.
It wasn’t often he indulged in his favorite toy, but every once in a while, he just needed to feel something in his ass besides his fingers. He would have preferred it to be Dom, but that wasn’t likely to happen.
He could fantasize.
With quick, efficient movements, Keeland fixed the plastic suction mat to the floor of the shower. Next, he screwed on the thin rubber dildo. Once everything was in place and ready to go, Keeland grabbed the lube he kept in the box along with his shower toys. He squirted some onto his fingers, then reached around behind himself and slid two into his ass.
The burn was there, but so was the pleasure. This was why he’d always been attracted to big biker types. He might be staid in his everyday life, but when it came to bedroom play, he wanted to be used, dominated. He wanted a little pain with his pleasure. He wanted to walk funny the next day with a big grin on his face because his ass ached from being pounded into the mattress.
