Virgin Territory

Virgin Territory

Kim Dare

Danny may be a virgin, but that's not all he is...

When a fellow dom points Aaron in the direction of the new guy visiting their local leather bar, there are a lot of things that draw him to Danny. One of those things is the rumor that Danny is a virgin in terms of leather, guy-on-guy action, and even in so far as his experience with girls. Add to that the fact that Danny is hot as hell and knows how to throw down a challenge, and Aaron is helpless to resist.

Danny knew as soon as he laid eyes on Aaron that he wanted him. He's not going to let a little thing like complete inexperience get in his way. He survived his best friend drunkenly admitting their virginity to the entire club on their first night there, but that doesn't mean he likes the way people have treated him, or the assumptions they've made about him since that night.

Can a virgin handle coming face to face with a serious and experienced dom? Maybe the real question is, can the dom handle the virgin?

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VIRGIN TERRITORY

Shades of Naughty Collection

Copyright © 2013 KIM DARE

Cover art by Amanda Kelsey

Edited by Trinity Scott

ISBN: 978-1-936387-57-1

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First All Romance eBooks publication: May 2013

Chapter One

“Fresh meat.”

Aaron Banks ignored his friend’s words in favour of handing his money to the bartender and picking up his beer.

“Are you listening to me?” Steve demanded from just behind Aaron’s left shoulder.

“Not really.” He took a deep swig from his glass. He’d heard enough talking over the last eight weeks to last him a lifetime.

All projects had their complicated moments and, God knew, he was used to awkward customers, but the bickering pair of barristers he’d just finished working for hadn’t just taken the biscuit, they’d bloody well run off with the biscuit barrel too.

Aaron sighed and rolled his shoulders in an effort to rid his muscles of two months’ worth of tension. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let the noise of all the guys in the bar wash over him. The murmurs of muted conversations all blurred together. The whole place pounded to the rhythm of the music from the dance floor on the other side of the club. There were no lyrics to the song, no syllables to spoil the deep base. Combined with the scent of leather and sex filling the air, it was sheer perfection.

A few hours spent doing something that required no words at all, and he knew he’d be back to his usual self.

“Does that mean you’re not interested in breaking him in?”

Of course, Steve never had been very good at shutting the hell up and letting a guy relax in peace.

Aaron turn around. “What are you babbling about?”

“The new guy.”

“Any new guy in particular?” Aaron asked idly, as he ran an assessing eye over the men around him. He wasn’t even sure that he was in the mood to play with a new guy. Hard-core with a stranger would take way too much negotiation. Quick and dirty in the men’s room could be arranged with nothing more than a look, but wouldn’t be entirely satisfying. An old friend who just happened to also be a horny sub would probably give him the best of—

Steve grabbed Aaron’s arm and dragged him several paces to the left, almost spilling both their beers in the process. “I’m talking about him.” Through the press of men, Steve pointed out a young guy standing with a group on the other side of the room. “We have a virgin in our midst!”

Aaron raised an eyebrow as he took in a few more details about the boy in question. Leather jacket, tight jeans, cute arse, motorcycle boots. His hair was black and long enough to curl over the collar of his jacket; his shoulders were broad enough to hint that he wouldn’t break under a bit of rough play. Very nice.

He couldn’t have been more than twenty, and that put him at about half Aaron’s age, but his confident stance hinted that this particular boy was all grown up, in mind as well as body. Aaron’s cock began to harden.

“Glad to see I’ve finally got your attention,” Steven murmured.

Aaron swallowed another mouthful of beer, but he’d already decided that it would be the last bit of alcohol he drank that night. A man had to keep a clear head if he wanted to lead another guy into uncharted territory.

“Hot little bugger, isn’t he?” Being ignored made no apparent difference to Steve. He kept babbling away, but Aaron was well accustomed to tuning him out when necessary.

The boy seemed to sense he was being observed. He turned and peered through the crowd, hunting for the man watching him.

Their eyes met, but the bar wasn’t the type of place where strangers romantically locked gazes across a crowded room, fell in love and went on to have half a dozen kids. It was more like a club where holding a man’s gaze for longer than three seconds implied an invitation to join him in the ally out the back of the premises.

The boy was tall, within an inch of Aaron’s height. Aaron registered him dipping his head to listen to what another man said, but neither he nor the boy broke eye contact. Apparently neither of them were interested in what their respective companions had to say.

The boy smiled. A dimple appeared just above the stubble covering his jaw. With the tiniest lift of one dark eyebrow, he threw down the gauntlet, turned and walked away.

Aaron straightened up. The hunt was on. Leaving his beer on the bar he strode after the boy.

“How good’s your information?” he asked Steve, over his shoulder, certain his friend would have followed in his wake.

“First rate.” Steve broke off long enough to step around a pair of guys making out in the short corridor leading from the bar room to the dance floor. “His name’s Danny. His friend got drunk on their first night here and blurted out that they’d both just come out. Neither of them had ever done
anything
. Grade-A virgins, both of them.”

Aaron stopped on the edge of the dance floor and peered into the mass of gyrating bodies. It didn’t take him long to track down Danny; he just followed the stares of all the other doms who were positioned around the edge of the room. Nothing attracted a dom like a hot new sub on the scene. News like Danny would have spread fast.

There!

Danny was right in the middle of what passed for the dance floor. It was really just a space set aside for guys inclined to make vague attempts to thrust in time to the music while they groped each other.

The boy didn’t seem to be dancing with anyone in particular, but Aaron didn’t have much time to be pleased with that discovery. Within half a second, another dom was sliding his arm around Danny’s shoulders and whispering something in his ear.

Any tension that Aaron had managed to shake off since he entered the club flooded back into his muscles. He ground his teeth together, knowing he had no right to feel possessive, but unable to stop the need to protect his territory welling up inside him.

Danny smiled slightly, but shook his head. The other dom backed off, nice and politely.

“There’s barely a dom in the club who hasn’t made a play for him,” Steve chirped up from Aaron’s left. “He’s shot them all down like that.” He clicked his fingers.

Aaron didn’t have time to listen to any more gossip. He’d be damned if he’d let another man sidle up to Danny before he’d even come within five yards of the boy. He pushed his way into the pit of grinding, pumping bodies, shouldering his way through when more civil nudges failed to achieve quick enough results. He stopped barely two inches from Danny’s back.

As if sensing someone behind him, Danny looked over his shoulder and came nose-to-nose with Aaron. He jerked back a fraction, bright blue eyes opening wide with shock, but he didn’t say a word. He turned to face Aaron properly and fell completely still.

Aaron wasn’t sure which of them moved first, who closed the gap between them or who arranged their limbs so each of them could press a thigh against the other man’s crotch. It seemed as if, while their eyes remained locked, their bodies took over and did it all for them.

They were on the verge of touching. It only required a tiny movement to finally bring them together. Aaron shifted his weight, pushing his leg against Danny’s crotch.

They stood so close to each other he actually heard the air catch in Danny’s throat as he gasped. Aaron smiled. A tilt of his head and the stubble on their jaw lines scraped together. Their lips were brought closer and closer with each movement either of them made, but each time stopped just short of a kiss.

Aaron reached around Danny and grabbed his arse, pulling them firmly together. Danny tugged on Aaron’s belt in return, as if they could possibly get closer to each other without getting undressed.

The music and the crowd surrounded them with heat and noise. Aaron’s pulse sped up to keep time with the beat. His leather trousers were now far tighter across his crotch. He only wore a thin T-shirt and he was sweltering among the press of bodies.

Danny had to want to get out of his leather jacket. With a bit of luck, the rest of his clothes would disappear at the same time. As if reading Aaron’s thoughts, Danny turned his head. He tugged at Aaron’s belt again and put his lips to Aaron’s ear. “My place.”

Yes! Adrenaline flooded Aaron’s veins. “My bike,” he shot back.

Danny’s steady thrusts against Aaron’s leg halted for a second, then resumed. “Okay.”

Aaron knew then that his suspicions were all correct. Danny had the biker look down pat, but there were no wheels to go with the jacket and the boots. He pulled away, putting clear air between their bodies. “Now.”

Danny’s Adam’s apple bobbed, but he also nodded.

It had taken exactly six words for them to come to an understanding.

Hell, yeah—that was the kind of conversation Aaron could really get into.

He grabbed hold of Danny’s wrist and damn near dragged the boy out of the club. He kept them moving until they reached the row of motorbikes parked around the corner of the building but, no, he couldn’t wait until they reached anyone’s place.

Using his grip on Danny’s wrist for leverage, Aaron spun him around and pushed him up against the rough brick wall. Danny didn’t utter a single syllable. Aaron gave him the chance. Holding him against the wall, he made of point of giving him time to complain that they were going too fast.

For several seconds, he stared straight into Danny’s eyes. All credit to him, he held Aaron’s gaze well. And, when Aaron leaned forward and brought their lips together, Danny’s reaction couldn’t have been better.

Aaron didn’t need to demand access to his mouth—not when it was offered so quickly and freely. He growled his approval into the kiss.