Summary:
Everyone is chasing their own dreams, but Johnny isn't sure he even has one.
Apex Racing is expanding and absorbing Pilot and his lovers. Everyone is happy with it…except Johnny. He's feeling constantly left out and more alone than ever before. It's time to seek out his own win, and find his holeshot even if its off the track and away from Pilot.
Gavin is determined to put together the hottest Supercross team, and he wants that to include Bryce Nickels, but that seems almost impossible since he signed with Apex. Perhaps, he needs a new angle, like the sexy business partner of the bodyguard, Johnny Killebrew. Maybe he'll sign on more than he bargained for.
Summary:
In the world of Supercross, taking the holeshot means one racer leaps ahead of the crowd and into first, leaving the rest of the pack behind. If Supercross racer Davey McAllister knows anything, it's how to take the holeshot. When the hot rising star mechanic, Tyler Whitmore, shows up in his bed, Davey does just that. But, dating a competitor's mechanic threatens to blow his ride if anyone finds out. With the fear of losing his sponsors, he has to keep his love life completely under cover, but Davey is in deep and wants to tell the world how much he loves Tyler.
Tyler Whitmore wants to be out of the closet, but dating the competition is a death sentence for his career. Overprotective of Davey's reputation and his own dreams, Tyler refuses to commit to his lover and is afraid of falling hard. Will they ever be able to find their way through the Premiere racing league pitfalls and acknowledge their love?
Summary:
In the world of Supercross, taking the holeshot means one racer leaps ahead of the crowd and into first, leaving the rest of the pack behind. Supercross racer, Tate Jordan, wants to take his holeshot on and off the track, but no one else seems to cooperate. His love life is in turmoil and his sponsors don’t expect him to win. Will Tate find someone new to love and a team that believes in him?
Pilot Mahan is a bodyguard and a street fighter looking to build a future, but his plans get derailed when a Supercross racer catches his eye. Can he make a go at a life with Tate Jordan, on the road?
Bryce Nickel is new to Supercross and adulthood. He’s young and fun, but super serious about what he wants. And what he wants is to win races and Tate Jordan. Will he be able to take his holeshot or will the big Apex bodyguard get in the way? Or perhaps, the three can make a compromise?
Summary:
Christmas isn’t all race tracks and dirt bikes for Davey and Tyler, especially when they don’t see things about each other in quite the same way.
Bike Business #4
Gavin walked around the pit area like a damned king. He was probably getting more out of the cock cage than Johnny, but it didn’t matter. He’d snapped the thing shut that morning before they had left the hotel and made their way to the stadium. Johnny had wiggled around a lot and kept trying to look at his crotch as if he could see it through his clothes. Eventually, he’d gotten used to it and relaxed some.
Even better, Johnny hung out with him at the BikeMax pit instead of going down to Apex. That shouldn’t have thrilled him anywhere as much as it actually did. He threw his arms around Johnny and kissed the side of his face. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“You’re glad I’m wearing this medieval torture device.” “Mm-hmm…that I am.”
Johnny shifted his hips back and forth in a sign of his discomfort, but it rubbed that pert ass against Gavin’s groin at the same time—exquisitely teasing.
“Yo, boss!” Craige Lee came out of the trailer parked behind the pit area, where he’d been eating and getting ready for the race. His qualifying run was due up in half an hour. He had his boots, pants, and his chest plate already on, but he carried his jersey in his hands, trying to fight the heat and stay cool.
“Hey! You ready?” Gavin slid to the side of Johnny, keeping his arm draped over his shoulder. He needed to touch him, to prove his presence there was real.
Craige bobbed his head, agreeing. “I’m ready. I’m hungry.”
Johnny snorted. “Didn’t you just eat?”
“Ha-ha, funny. I mean, hungry for the podium. I want to win.”
“Save it for the Main Event. Get through qualifying and grab a transfer spot in your heat. Then you can worry about the podium.”
“I’ll take a heat win.” He pulled his jersey over his head.
“I’m sure you would, but don’t kill yourself or your bike trying. That track is tricky.”
“No lie. It’s the sand. I got through it on the practice run. I think I might even dig the sand. You can power through it, doing a wheelie half the time.”
Johnny’s eyes grew wide. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
Craige laughed. “Not the most dangerous thing on the track, dude.”
“Go then.” Gavin waved at him. He was the center focus today. They still hadn’t picked up a 250 East racer, so the mechanics fussed over the big 450 bike. The head mechanic, Joe Fischer, got on the back of the bike, riding behind Craige as they made their way through the pit area and up to the back of the stadium. The bikes would be entering and exiting the track through the tunnels below the stadium. It made for an easy in and out. Gavin liked their setup and hoped they’d be back here again next season. They hadn’t raced in Tampa in a few years. The hot and humid weather in Central Florida made them sweaty and sticky. “You want to go watch his qualifying match or—”
“Or go back to the hotel?” Gavin hugged him tighter. “No, stay here with me.”
“I am. Ugh. Don’t squeeze so hard.”
Gavin let up on the hold and then kissed the side of his head again.
Gavin walked around the pit area like a damned king. He was probably getting more out of the cock cage than Johnny, but it didn’t matter. He’d snapped the thing shut that morning before they had left the hotel and made their way to the stadium. Johnny had wiggled around a lot and kept trying to look at his crotch as if he could see it through his clothes. Eventually, he’d gotten used to it and relaxed some.
Even better, Johnny hung out with him at the BikeMax pit instead of going down to Apex. That shouldn’t have thrilled him anywhere as much as it actually did. He threw his arms around Johnny and kissed the side of his face. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“You’re glad I’m wearing this medieval torture device.” “Mm-hmm…that I am.”
Johnny shifted his hips back and forth in a sign of his discomfort, but it rubbed that pert ass against Gavin’s groin at the same time—exquisitely teasing.
“Yo, boss!” Craige Lee came out of the trailer parked behind the pit area, where he’d been eating and getting ready for the race. His qualifying run was due up in half an hour. He had his boots, pants, and his chest plate already on, but he carried his jersey in his hands, trying to fight the heat and stay cool.
“Hey! You ready?” Gavin slid to the side of Johnny, keeping his arm draped over his shoulder. He needed to touch him, to prove his presence there was real.
Craige bobbed his head, agreeing. “I’m ready. I’m hungry.”
Johnny snorted. “Didn’t you just eat?”
“Ha-ha, funny. I mean, hungry for the podium. I want to win.”
“Save it for the Main Event. Get through qualifying and grab a transfer spot in your heat. Then you can worry about the podium.”
“I’ll take a heat win.” He pulled his jersey over his head.
“I’m sure you would, but don’t kill yourself or your bike trying. That track is tricky.”
“No lie. It’s the sand. I got through it on the practice run. I think I might even dig the sand. You can power through it, doing a wheelie half the time.”
Johnny’s eyes grew wide. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
Craige laughed. “Not the most dangerous thing on the track, dude.”
“Go then.” Gavin waved at him. He was the center focus today. They still hadn’t picked up a 250 East racer, so the mechanics fussed over the big 450 bike. The head mechanic, Joe Fischer, got on the back of the bike, riding behind Craige as they made their way through the pit area and up to the back of the stadium. The bikes would be entering and exiting the track through the tunnels below the stadium. It made for an easy in and out. Gavin liked their setup and hoped they’d be back here again next season. They hadn’t raced in Tampa in a few years. The hot and humid weather in Central Florida made them sweaty and sticky. “You want to go watch his qualifying match or—”
“Or go back to the hotel?” Gavin hugged him tighter. “No, stay here with me.”
“I am. Ugh. Don’t squeeze so hard.”
Gavin let up on the hold and then kissed the side of his head again.
Author Bio:Lynn Michaels lives and writes in Tampa, Florida where the sun is hot and the Sangria is cold. Lynn is the newest addition to Rubicon Fiction, and she loves reading and writing about hot men in love. She writes paranormal and contemporary MM Romance.
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