Spade’s Choice by L.A. Day
Book 1 in the Inclusion MC series
General Release Date: 12th July 2022
Word Count: 12,812
Book Length: SHORT STORY
Pages: 56
GENRES:
BISEXUAL,CONTEMPORARY,EROTIC ROMANCE,GAY,GLBTQI,MC/BIKERS
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Book Description
He turned his back on his brothers for the man he loved.
Spade is a bisexual biker struggling with his sexual identity when he meets Cyrus, his new neighbor. An instant attraction is formed and he wastes little time in getting to know Cy. Spade has never had a relationship he couldn’t easily walk away from but this time might be different. As his feelings deepen, he must choose between Cyrus and his club.
Cyrus is intimidated and intrigued by the big biker next door. Cyrus has never explored his sexual feelings for a man until he meets Spade. When Spade makes advances, he willingly surrenders to him. He wants to experience everything with Spade because he knows the dominant biker will soon tire of him.
Spade quickly realizes he must give up the club even if it means losing his best friend, Snake, because he can’t part from Cyrus. When Snake discovers his secret, they almost come to blows, but Cyrus helps to negotiate peace between the two friends.
Spade’s choice means giving up the biker lifestyle he loves but it could be the beginning of something even better.
Spade started the grill, threw on the potatoes then went inside to clean up his mess. Whistling, he wiped the granite counters. “What the fuck?” he said to himself. He was never happy about cleaning, however after taking Cy’s fine ass he was practically giddy. Spade smirked, thinking Dipper was never so satisfied. He remembered the feel of that hot, wet hole as his dick had squeezed in and his knees weakened. He was anxious about dinner. Steaks and potatoes on the grill were easy and would hit the spot. However he had some questions swirling in his brain.
Cyrus had called himself a virgin. What did that mean? Was it just that his ass had been virgin territory or had he never had sex? Was he used to men, women or both? Spade didn’t usually form attachments. He moved from one conquest to the next rather easily. Somehow, though, Cy had quickly gotten under his skin.
In his youth, Spade had only fucked women. It wasn’t until a couple years ago that he’d given into his desires and fucked a man. Since then he’d switched back and forth, but he’d never found anyone who’d fully satisfied him, not for long anyway.
His thoughts turned to his club, his brothers. He’d kept this part of himself hidden from them. If they found out, he’d lose his cut and be out of the club. Over the years he’d seen a lot of fucked-up shit go down but he’d kept his mouth shut. He’d never killed or raped anyone. There had been an incident, which had been kept on the down-low, where a couple of the members had tortured and killed a member of a rival club. They’d done some fucked-up shit to him but it hadn’t been ‘gay’, it had been torture, or so they’d said. Spade hadn’t participated and didn’t speak of it. The guy had been a piece of shit and had deserved to die without a doubt, and that was that.
It was a hot day, so after his shower he’d just thrown on clean jeans. Now he grabbed his cut. He didn’t bother with a shirt. He was a biker. Take him or leave him had always been his motto, though lately the lifestyle was wearing thin.
With a beer in one hand and a platter of steaks in the other, he headed outside. Sipping the brew, he refused to look in the direction of Cy’s house. “He’ll show,” he whispered to himself.
The steaks had been flipped once when he heard the gate. Cy stood nervously just inside the yard with a bottle of wine. He wore khaki shorts and a periwinkle polo shirt. Spade thought the fact that he knew the shade was periwinkle probably said something about him. “Come on over,” Spade called.
Cyrus handed him the bottle. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Spade shrugged. “I’ll drink just about anything.”
Cy shuffled nervously. “The steaks smell divine—good. They smell good.”
Those words raised Spade’s hackles a little bit. “Just because I don’t wear periwinkle shirts doesn’t mean I don’t have a grasp of the English language.”
“I didn’t mean to insult you.” Cy’s hungry gaze roamed over Spade. “It’s just you’re so…powerful and I don’t want to seem weak.”
Spade flipped the steaks and stalked closer to Cyrus. He was a good four inches taller and probably seventy pounds heavier. He cupped Cy’s jaw and tipped his face upward. “I am stronger. That doesn’t make you powerless.” He tangled his fingers in the wavy blond hair and tugged. Cy gasped and Spade took advantage, meshing their mouths and tongue-fucking him. Cy’s taste was invigorating. He gripped Cy’s ass, lifted, and ground their groins together. Spade didn’t usually kiss the men he fucked. Oftentimes he didn’t kiss the women either. It was too personal. But something about this dude made him hungry for more. Spade wasn’t sure he liked it. An attachment to any man would endanger his current way of life.
Spade broke the kiss and sucked in a shaky breath as he checked the steaks. “Medium good for you?”
“Yeah,” Cy answered in a breathless voice. Spade was pleased he wasn’t the only one affected.
“You wanna grab the door?” Spade asked as he filled the platter with steaks and potatoes.
“Sure thing.”
Forgoing the table, they sat on the couch and ate while watching a sports news program. They discussed their favorite teams and discovered they liked rival football teams but the same baseball team. Spade wasn’t surprised to hear Cy had played high school baseball. His gaze appreciatively roamed Cy, noting his athletic frame. Despite their physical differences, they had a lot in common. However questions still filled Spade’s mind.
“What did you mean when you called yourself a virgin?” He blurted out the question.
Cy cleared his throat nervously. “I’ve never had anal sex.”
“Have you done anything with a man before me?” Spade asked as he stacked the dirty plates on the coffee table.
Cy shook his head.
Spade rubbed his chin. “Women?”
“Yeah. I’ve been with women. I’ve fantasized about men…”
Spade nodded his understanding. It had taken him a while to accept it too. “Have you ass-fucked any women?”
Cy snorted. “You’re blunt, and the answer is no.”
Spade grinned. “I just like to lay it all out. You’re one of those polite, sensitive lovers. I’m not.” He ran his hungry gaze over the man and didn’t miss the hard dick in Cy’s pants. “Unless you say no, I’m gonna make you come then I’m gonna feed my dick down your throat.”
Cy’s blue eyes widened and he gulped but he didn’t say no.
Spade stood and jerked his head toward the hall. “Bedroom is that way.” He wasn’t gonna give flowery speeches. Either Cy wanted to get off or he didn’t. The decision was up to him.
Cy licked his lips as he lowered his gaze. Spade didn’t try to disguise the heavy bulge pushing at his fly. Cyrus was probably worried Spade would fuck his tender ass again. That wasn’t the plan, but you never knew. Turning, Spade sauntered down the hall, and grinned when he heard Cy follow him up the stairs.
His bedroom was dominated by a king-size bed. He liked space to maneuver and he was going to work Cy hard. Cyrus slowly stepped through the doorway. Spade shut the door and locked it. Spade wasn’t going to force him to stay, but he bet the sound of the lock made Cy’s asshole clench.
“Strip,” Spade ordered as he took off his cut and hung it over the chair.
Cy removed his shirt, unfastened his shorts and let them fall. Kicking off his loafers, he stepped out his shorts, leaving his light-blue boxer briefs in place. They cupped his ass and bulged in a way that teased Dipper.
Unhurriedly, Spade unzipped, shoved his jeans down and released his hardening dick.
Cy flinched. “Jeez.” Spade appreciated the look of awe and desire on Cy’s face, even if it was tinged with a bit of fear.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna fuck your ass with my dick, at least not right now,” Spade promised. He circled behind Cyrus and pressed against his backside. Spade shifted Dipper against Cy’s cotton-covered ass and felt his own heart rate increase. “Mmm, I would love to bend you over and make you scream while I fucked you hard and fast. Instead I’m gonna work that prostate and make you beg for mercy.” Reaching into Cy’s boxers, he cupped his balls and gently rolled them.
Cy moaned and thrust back against him.
He slapped Cy’s ass. “Take off the briefs and go hands and elbows on the bed.” Spade drew in a ragged breath as he watched his lover follow orders. That sweet ass begged to be fucked. Crossing to the bed, he picked up the lube and slid in behind him. “Have you ever had your prostate milked?”
Cyrus shook his head. “I’ve read about it.”
“You’re gonna love it.” In preparation, Spade had folded the comforter to the end of the bed because he planned to make Cy squirt multiple times. Lubing his finger, he circled the puckered hole and Cy stiffened. “Relax. I’ll take it easy. It’s not far in.”
Slowly, he pressed forward. Cy’s tight heat surrounded his finger and he had to stop himself from thrusting deep. Spade searched until he found the firm nodule. He stroked it lightly and Cy gasped.
“You like that?”
Two firm strokes later, Cy arched. “Fuck, yeah.”
Spade chuckled harshly and wrapped his hand around Cy’s stiff rod. He set about a blistering pace of pumping Cy’s dick and lightly stroking his prostate. Cyrus moaned, quivered, and twitched in the dark throes of lust. “Scream for me.”
“Coming. I’m coming,” Cy cried as his cum shot across the black sheets. Cy’s body sagged as Spade stopped his administrations. “That was unbelievable,” Cy gasped.
“Mmm, glad you enjoyed it. Now I’m gonna wash up and then feed Dipper down your throat.” Spade smacked Cy’s ass. “On the floor, on your knees, waiting for my dick.”
Confidently, Spade strolled to the bathroom to clean up, certain his orders would be followed. Returning to the room, he found Cy standing uncertainly next to the bed.
Spade towered over him. “What’s the problem?”
“I’ve never…”
Spade cupped the back of Cy’s head and forced him to meet his gaze. “You’ve never had a dick in your pretty little mouth?”
Cy swallowed hard. “No.”
“Did you enjoy what I just did for you?”
Cy nodded. “Yes.”
“Do you want it again, in the future?”
“God, yes!”
He placed his hands on Cy’s shoulders. “Then either get on your knees and suck, or bend over the bed and take a hard spanking then a hard fucking.”
Cy moaned.
“Decide or I’ll decide for you.” If Cyrus made him decide, he would spank him then use his mouth and his ass.
Cy dropped to his knees, warily eyeing Dipper. Spade cupped Cy’s jaw and tilted his head up to meet his gaze. Cyrus was a pretty boy with thick-lashed baby-blue eyes and full lips. He brushed Cy’s mouth with his thumb then parted those lips. “Keep your eyes on me.”
He tipped his dick toward Cy and the broad head entered his mouth. Spade tangled his fingers in Cy’s hair and slowly pumped his hips. Cy’s eyes widened as he accommodated Dipper’s girth.
“You look so fuckin’ hot. Use that tongue. You know what feels good.” Spade held his desire in check, allowing Cy to adjust to his dick. He eased back and Cy licked his length and sucked on the tip. “Fuck, yeah,” Spade encouraged.
Groaning, Cy wrapped a firm hand around Dipper and pumped as his head bobbed. Cy palmed his nuts and Spade had to fight the urge to thrust hard. Cy handled him gently then reached behind his scrotum to stroke his perineum. “Damnnn…” Spade drew the word out on a moan as he rolled to the balls of his feet. Spade had wanted this to last but there was no way to stop the release that surged up his shaft. Cy knew how to work a dick. “I’m coming…swallow.” He slid to the back of Cy’s mouth and let loose long streams of cum.
Spade’s knees weakened and he slipped Dipper out of Cy’s mouth. Sighing, Spade collapsed on the bed. “Fuck! That was one hell of a job for a first time.”
Cy chuckled. “I have a little experience stroking my own cock.”
“I’d say more than a little.” Spade stretched. “Fuck, I’m drained.”
Cy bent to pick up his clothes.
“You don’t have to go.” Spade grabbed a towel and wiped the damp spots on the sheets. “There’s room for two if you want.”
Cy’s eyes traveled between his clothes and the bed as he seemed to consider staying.
“I’ve never let a dude stay over but you can if you want. No pressure.”
Those words cinched the deal. “I’ll stay.”
“It’s a night for firsts.” Spade scooted over, giving Cy room to lie down. Spade reached for the blanket and Cy turned off the lamp and lay on his side. After a minute, Spade rolled to his side, awkwardly snuggling up to Cy. Both were rigid, barely touching. Breath by breath, they relaxed into each other until Spade threw his arm across Cy and sighed. The action was so out of character for him. He wasn’t a snuggler by nature.
“Spade, what are we doing? Is this just a one-time thing?”
“I don’t think so. It’s already been twice.” He shifted Dipper against Cy’s ass. “I think by morning it will be a few more times. If that’s all right with you.”
Cy wiggled his ass against Dipper. “Definitely. I could get used to this.”
Spade tucked Cy closer and nuzzled his neck. Cy’s scent was intoxicating. Spade licked Cy’s smooth jaw, enjoying the salty flavor. Cy’s scent and taste did things to him that no one else’s ever had. “Me too,” Spade replied.
Cy turned his head and their eyes met and held. Spade continued his journey to Cy’s mouth. Cyrus parted his lips and Spade dipped inside. Their tongues dueled. Gently, they nibbled at each other’s mouths.
Cy turned until they lay face to face. Spade breathed in Cy’s musky scent and he no longer felt tired. Energy zipped through his veins, Spade meshed their lips again and devoured.
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L.A. Day
L.A. Day is a multi-published author of erotic romances. Her heroes might be bikers, shifters, vampires, aliens, time-travelers, barbarians, billionaires, or CEO’s but they are always strong, assertive men! Her heroines might be tough or submissive but they are always sassy, funny, and sarcastic. In real life, Laura is a wife, mother, and dog lover. She loves to collect pottery and you can often find her at antique and resale shops. Her friends are often SHOCKED that their seemingly sweet friend writes dirty books.
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