His voice rough, Dylan said, “Until you came along.”
Dylan met Alec’s gaze. “Being with you was like being with Rick.” A ghost of a smile came and went from the man’s face. “Only there was great sex too.”
The words expanded in Alec’s chest, the potential killing him.
Dylan blinked. “And I…”
Dying to hear what came next, Alec couldn’t move.
“And I want you back,” Dylan finished.
Relief hit, leaving Alec’s legs clumsy, but he managed to close the gap between them anyway. He moved fast enough that Dylan was still facing the Honda when Alec trapped Dylan’s side against his chest. With a sigh, Alec pressed his forehead to Dylan’s temple. Dylan closed his eyes and fisted his hand in the front of Alec’s shirt.
“Whatever I have to do, man,” Dylan said gruffly. “Whatever it takes.”
With one great cosmic sigh of relief, Alec finally relaxed.
His out-of-control pulse slowed as he inhaled the scent of soap mixed with leather. A minute ticked by as neither moved.
“You don’t have to do anything,” Alec said. “Just don’t walk out on me again.”
In answer, Dylan turned his face and slotted their mouths together, his lower lip settling between Alec’s. The touch was nothing more than a simple press of skin on skin, a shared, damp breath of exhalation.
And exaltation.
But the status didn’t last. Needing more contact, more of Dylan, Alec tipped the man’s head, his teeth and lips and tongue leaving a wet path along Dylan’s throat. Dylan arched his neck in encouragement. The stubble was rough, the skin smooth. Alec reached the corner of Dylan’s mouth and nipped—
“Fuck. Alec, wait.”
Dylan turned his body until they were face-to-face and gripped Alec’s hips, walking him backward until his shoulders hit the doorjamb. Dylan threaded his fingers in Alec’s hair, holding his head still as the kiss changed. The intensity brought Alec ridiculously close to the edge.
Dylan pressed in firmly, opening Alec’s mouth wide and then taking his time with each retreat, as though he were starving but didn’t want to consume Alec too quickly. Forceful, yet unhurried. Soon Alec’s jaw ached from the power behind the kisses, but he didn’t mind. Desperate was good. Hungry was excellent.
Enjoying the moment… even better
While Alec struggled to decide between a necessary breath to maintain brain function and continuing to kiss Dylan, Dylan made the decision for him.
Dylan’s mouth landed on the pulse at Alec’s neck, his voice hoarse. “Jesus, I’ve missed you.”
Alec knew what he meant, could hear the truth in his voice. He might not be able to say it yet—in fact, the words might be a long time in coming—but Alec knew Dylan loved him. The idea scared the crap out of the man, but, as far as Alec was concerned, Dylan would just have to learn to adjust. Alec would teach him how.
“So show me,” Alec said.
Dylan stuck his palms in Alec’s back pockets and pulled, their cocks lining up beneath the denim. “Gladly.”
Dylan arched his hips, and Alec moaned, Dylan swallowing the sound with his mouth. The rocking of their hips picked up speed, and what started out as partial hard-ons turned into raging fulls. The friction sent sparks of pleasure up his spine, and the thrusts became more demanding. Desperate, Alec nipped at Dylan’s lower lip again.
Dylan hissed in approval and reached for the front of Alec’s pants.
A honking horn sounded as a wolf whistle pierced the air, and Dylan’s fingers froze. He glanced down at their tightly molded bodies, at his hand on Alec’s zipper, and then at the door to his right, in full view of anyone driving by.
Dylan shot Alec a cocky look.
“I guess you can put me down in the bisexual camp,” Dylan said with an amused tone. “Or at least somewhere on the sliding scale of bisexuality, whatever the hell that means.” He punctuated the statement with a hard kiss and then pulled back. All humor gone, his expression grew serious. “And, uh, if you want to introduce me as your boyfriend, I guess I’m okay with that too.”
“Are we retiring the ‘backup’ part?”
“I sure as hell hope so.”
Alec gave the moment the consideration Dylan’s concession deserved. “Actually, there’s really only one thing I need you to call yourself.”
Dylan tipped his head curiously. “What’s that?”
“Mine.”
A slow smile spread across Dylan’s face. “That I can definitely do.”
Epilogue
One Year Later
“Do you miss being in charge?” Alec asked.
Dylan sipped his beer on the deck of the restaurant, enjoying the sunset over the Pacific and the chatter of bikers after a good day’s ride. The Sixth Annual Vintage Memorial Poker Run had already been deemed a success; the weather was perfect, participation at an all-time high. A salt-tinged breeze ruffled Alec’s hair, his elbow pressed against Dylan’s as they leaned against the wooden railing.