Exclusive Excerpt from Whiteout Conditions

by Dara Nelson, Writing as Kendel Duncan

Vaughn stood with Caysun next to the huge black Harley and he stared, and stared.  Yeah, he could see why he refused to leave it….or let anyone else drive it.  That had him frowning because all he could picture was how damn sexy Cay would look riding it.

Cay?  Now he was using nicknames? Well, thinking them anyways.

He huffed as he shook his head.  “Lend me your cuffs, would ya, Preston?”

“Why?”

“You’re going to cuff my hands around loverboy here, that way if he tries anything to get me off the bike, he’s going with me.”

Without looking over, Caysun smirked and said, “Honey, I’m not getting you off my bike but I definitely may want to get you off on my bike.”

Vaughn rolled his eyes as Brent snorted and JD laughed but truth be told, he liked the stuff that was falling from Caysun’s mouth.  It challenged him.

It made him want to shut it – with his hand…..or better yet, his dick.

Said dick twitched behind his zipper.  He couldn’t climb onto the back of Caysun’s bike with a hard-on.  He’d never hear the end of it.

“Just give me your goddamn hands, Rourke,” he said with a slight growl as he spun Caysun around.

As he unlocked the cuffs, Caysun leaned closer, too close, and put his lips to Vaughn’s ear, “I can smell your hard-on, Deputy,” he whispered.

Vaughn glared at him, “What are you, a fucking vampire?”

Caysun grinned, “If you want me to be, I’ll be a vampire.  For you, I can be anything you want, Deputy Kepler.”

A shiver rushed down Vaughn’s spine. 

Motherfucking hell.  This man not only pushed all of Vaughn’s buttons, he pushed buttons that Vaughn didn’t even know he had.

“Just get on the damn bike, Cay.”

Caysun hummed, “Mmmm, nicknames.  I like it,” he said as he slowly slid his keys from the front pocket of his jeans and then threw his leg over the bike.

Vaughn swore he could smell the sweet scent of the leather chaps and vest that he was certain that Caysun wore on long rides.

Okay….now he was smelling phantom shit.  What the fuck was happening here?

He shook his head to clear it then climbed onto the bike behind Caysun.  He tried to keep his dick from making contact with Caysun’s ass but with the way the seats were designed to slide the passenger forward, that feat was impossible.  He had to bite back the groan that wanted to come out when his dick settled into the warmth of Caysun as if they were made to be together, as if they were born for each other.

They fit together perfectly, a fact that Vaughn tried, unsuccessfully, to push to the back of his mind

Okay, now even his thoughts were getting sappy.  He was clearly losing his fucking mind.  Probably because it’d been so long since he dicked someone out….or got dicked out.

He snorted at his own thoughts.

“Something funny, Deputy?” Caysun said from in front of him.

Vaughn frowned, “No, nothing,” he mumbled.

“Well then, wrap your arms around me…..tight.”

Vaughn sighed as he put his arms around Caysun’s waist, trying to leave space between his body and Cay’s.  But then Caysun grabbed his wrists and pulled until Vaughn’s chest thumped again against Caysun’s back.

“Tight, Deputy Kepler.  Wouldn’t want you to risk falling.”

Again, Vaughn squeezed his eyes shut as JD clicked his cuffs in place while Caysun’s words slithered over him.

If he was truly honest with himself, he might be able to admit that he was already falling………

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