Bed of My Truck
by Megan Slayer
Genre: Contemporary LGBT Romance, Erotic
The one Carson never thought he’d see again could be the one to save his life.
Carson never expected to see his dog or a man from his past ever again. His ex took Dragon when he left, then carelessly lost the dog. Dragon’s been found and in the last place Carson expected to find him—a vet’s office.
But, the surprises just keep coming.
Carson hasn’t seen Alec since school, but the feelings he had for the man haven’t abated.
When he’s reunited with Alec at the veterinary office, Carson’s got to face his feelings.
Includes scenes of spanking, oral sex, anal sex and male-male sex.
All Rights Reserved
Copyright© 2017 Megan Slayer
“Leon wasn’t Drag’s person.” I wasn’t sure why I’d divulged so much information. The more I looked at the vet, the more he looked familiar. I scoffed. It wasn’t like I spent tons of time in social circles. I hadn’t been to a club in more than a year. The only times I went out were for meetings with my agent and gallery openings.
“You still paint?”
“Yeah.” I wiped my free hand over my shirt. He opened the can of worms by saying still. I could swear I went to school with a guy named Alec who looked an awful lot like him. I might as well ask. If he wasn’t the guy I assumed, then I wasn’t out much. “Did you go to Kenwood and graduate in the class of ’97?”
“I wondered if you’d notice.” He folded his arms and grinned. “Alec Niemi. Class dork—voted the most likely to disappear after college.”
Memories hit me hard over the head. Sure, back in school he’d looked a little different—shaggy hair, thick glasses and a mouth full of braces. He personified nerd without the chic. Then again, in 1997, a lot of people looked like they came from 1997. Back in the day I had a Mohawk and an earring for Christ sake. Still had the earring, but the hairstyle evolved with the times. I hadn’t spoken much to Alec back then because we ran in totally opposite social circles. If I’d have known then he’d turn out the way he looked now, I wouldn’t have ignored him.
It occurred to me back then that he wasn’t like the other guys. He was a guy, but he was more emotional in a quiet way. I’d wondered if he was gay, but that wasn’t the kind of thing you said to someone. Still isn’t really. I didn’t want to assume and have my ass kicked. But the way he’d look at me...I did wonder.
“I’m sorry we acted like jerks.” I stroked the dog’s head. Jesus. If I didn’t shut up, I’d say something really dumb. “The guys I hung out with were jock assholes.”
“They weren’t all jerks, just misunderstood. We all were.”
About The Author
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
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