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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

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  SPADE’S CHOICE

  L.A. DAY

  Spade’s Choice

  ISBN # 978-1-83943-213-2

  ©Copyright L.A. Day 2022

  Cover Art by Claire Siemaszkiewicz ©Copyright July 2022

  Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

  Pride Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Book one in the Inclusion MC series

  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.

  Chapter One

  The midday sun blasted Spade’s back as he cranked the nut on the rear axle of his motorcycle. He’d returned home from a long run over the weekend and noticed the sprocket teeth were worn. He would have preferred to have done this in the garage at the club but he was avoiding the drama. A couple of the members’ ol’ ladies were in a snit about a new club chick hitting on their men. So he was steering clear of the club until that shit got shut down. If it were his ol’ lady, he’d have laid some leather to her ass. Maybe that’s why I’m single. He chuckled to himself then cursed when the wrench slipped and he busted his knuckles.

  A slamming door drew his attention and he stood to see a guy on the back porch of the adjacent house. He shared a double-wide driveway with the other home. He’d seen the car in the driveway late last night when he’d finally ridden in. At the time, he’d been too tired to give it a thought. The house had sat empty for a few months. Recently he’d heard it had sold to a single guy. He was glad there wouldn’t be children running around. He didn’t dislike kids, however he didn’t want to deal with parents complaining about the sound of his bike or the way he looked. The guy jogged down the steps into his backyard and out of view behind his privacy fence. From what Spade had seen, he was a couple years younger than his own thirty. Crouching down, he went back to tightening the nuts, making sure they were snug and even.

  An hour later, his bike roared to life as he took it for a test drive. He had other things to get done today so he rode a few blocks, grabbed some beer and returned. He bent to examine his work. Finding everything in order, he patted his leather seat and stood to find his new neighbor standing on the drive. He blinked, startled by his unheard approach.

  “Sup?” Spade gave a nod to the younger guy, who eyed him anxiously. The deer in the headlights look wasn’t a surprise. He’d been told he was intimidating as fuck. The motorcycle and cut alone caused trepidation but he stood six-foot-three with a substantial build and more ink showing than skin.

  “Hello,” the man finally answered with a slight nod.

  “Name’s Spade,” he said. He took a couple steps and stretched out his hand.

  “Cyrus,” he replied. A smooth, soft hand gripped Spade’s firmly.

  “Live alone?” Spade asked.

  Cyrus glanced around nervously before answering, “Yeah.”

  “Me too.” Spade couldn’t help smirking at the other man’s unease. “Beer is getting warm so I better head in.” Glancing over his shoulder as he headed for his door, Spade was rewarded with a glimpse of a nice ass in a tight pair of pants. Spade chuckled. Cyrus really would be nervous if he knew what he was thinking about that ass.

  At the door, Spade cocked his head as something on the corner of Cyrus’ bumper caught his eye. He made a quick detour across the driveway to investigate. A gay pride rainbow sticker curled just around the edge. “Sweet.” Spade whistled as he headed back to the door. Soon, he would give Cyrus the ride of his life.

  * * * *

  Spade finished his third beer while watching a high school football game, which wasn’t holding his interest. Getting up to take a leak, he glanced out the window. Cyrus had yet to put up curtains and his house was ablaze with lights. Spade shook his head and wondered, was he afraid of the dark or what?

  “Oh hello.” Cyrus had just appeared in his living room, stark naked except for the towel he held in front of his crotch. Spade tilted his head as he admired his neighbor’s fine ass. From here, the younger dude appeared to be all lean muscle. Cyrus bent forward to grab the remote and Dipper, as Spade affectionately called his dick, stirred behind the well-worn denim of his jeans. The television flipped between the sports news channels. To Spade’s delight, Cyrus flung the towel over his shoulder before heading back toward the bathroom. His dick wasn’t bad either, Spade thought. For a thin guy, Cyrus had some girth. Nothing like his behemoth Dipper, but it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

  “Fuck.” Spade shifted his arousal. He might have to enjoy some self-love, because he wasn’t gonna be able to sleep like this.

  * * * *

  Cyrus finished unpacking his kitchen supplies and looked around. The walls gleamed with a fresh coat of paint, however it was the cabinets that made the room. White upper cabinets and Neptune blue lower cabinets were set off by a marble countertop. He’d specifically chosen the cabinet colors to match his collection of pottery. The ambiance was on point and didn’t scream gay.

  With a satisfied smile, he headed for the white-on-white bathroom. This would be his next project but right now, he needed a hot shower. Steam billowed out as he pushed the curtain to the side and stepped under the water.

  “Mmm,” he moaned as he tipped his head back, allowing the hot water to pour across his scalp, shoulders and torso. He rolled his shoulders and twisted side to side. Painting worked a set of muscles he didn’t often use. Fortunately, he couldn’t complain about the water heater.

  Cyrus ran the washcloth against his chest and an image flashed behind his closed eyelids. Tall. Muscular. Tattooed.

  “Fuck.” The word slipped from his lips as he grasped his lengthening cock. His hot-as-fuck biker neighbor made his cock hard just thinking about him. Unfortunately, fantasizing about him was as far as it would go. Spade’s persona screamed dominant alpha male.

  Cyrus tugged faster on his shaft as a mental image filled his thoughts.

  In his mind, the sexy, tatted biker kicked in his door and stalked toward him wearing a pair of tight low-riding jeans. Having just stepped out of the shower, he ran naked toward his room. His heart raced as the sound of Spade’s heavy footsteps followed him. Trapped, Cyrus whimpered as the big man closed in on him.

  “Turn and bend over the bed,” Spade ordered in his husky drawl.

  Turning, he bent forward and received a slap to his ass. Hands roughened from manual labor parted his cheeks. The cock pressed against his ass was long and thick, like the man.

  Cy’s lower stomach clenched as he came back to the present. He rocked to the balls of his feet as his cock erupted onto the white tile wall. Slapping a hand against the tile, Cy sighed. Too bad that was as close as he’d get to a man like Spade. Picking up the discarded cloth, he scoured his skin as if that could erase his thoughts and desires.



  Drying off, Cyrus strolled down the hall to check the scores on the baseball games. He shook his head. His favorite team was down two runs in the bottom of the seventh inning. Their pitching sucked and he didn’t know why he bothered watching. Just as he thought that, the pitcher lobbed one over the plate and the other team hit it out of the park. “Fuck!” he screamed at the TV. He tossed the remote on the couch and headed to his room.

  Dressed in basketball shorts, Cyrus returned to the living room and flopped on the couch. The springs groaned under his weight. His parents had given him the couch and it had seen better days but for now it would have to do. He flipped channels, cursed at the worsening score, kicked the coffee table and cursed again. Cy pushed to his feet and limped on an injured toe to the kitchen for a beer. Glancing out his window, he saw his neighbor’s bike and his cock jumped. He readjusted himself and headed back to the couch.

  After finding nothing of interest on the regular channels, he flipped to streaming porn. He skipped through until he found what interested him—the all-American athlete and the tattooed biker. The dialogue was stilted and mostly groans. Cyrus lowered the volume and lost himself in the rough, almost violent way the tattooed man fucked the rounded ass of the blond athlete.

  * * * *

  Drinking a cup of coffee, Spade scrolled through his social media apps. Not much was going on early on a Saturday. He stretched and rolled his shoulders. He should have jacked off to porn last night, he might have slept better. “Fuck it.” He pushed to his feet. The sun was out, he was gonna shower and take a ride.

  Spade had just pulled on his low-cut jeans when he noticed his neighbor sunbathing nude on a blanket. The privacy fence didn’t block the view from his upstairs bedroom window. If one of his brothers from the club had looked out and seen Cyrus, they’d probably have gone over there and put a boot in his ass. It wasn’t a boot Spade wanted to put in his ass. Spade snorted. It might feel like it though.

  He took the stairs two at a time, stopped in the kitchen to grab two ice-cold beers and went out the door. He didn’t bother with a shirt or his cut. Hell, he didn’t even bother with his boots. He had nothing to hide. He was proud of his fit physique. When he reached the neighbor’s back gate, he set the beers down and reached over. He had been friends with the last lady who’d lived here and he knew how to unhook the lock. The gate rolled back quietly and his target didn’t stir. Spade assumed he was sleeping, then he saw the earbud. Cyrus was totally oblivious to the hard dick stalking his ass. Spade took a moment to enjoy the view. Lean muscles gleamed under the sun and his blond wavy hair begged to be tugged while he was getting fucked.

  Cyrus must have seen Spade’s shadow as he approached because he gasped, turned and half rose. Spade got an eyeful of that nice, clean-shaven dick again.

  “Did I scare you?” Spade squatted down by the nude man and held out a beer.

  Cyrus jerked an earbud out and dropped it onto the blanket. “Uh, yeah…I…” He was propped up on one arm and his other hand shook as he accepted the beer. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

  Spade let his eyes wander down Cyrus’ length. Lifting the bottle to his lips, Spade took a long swallow of beer, set it down then picked up the sunscreen lying next to Cyrus. “It’s a good thing I stopped by. I wouldn’t want you to burn. Do you mind?” Spade shook the bottle, waiting for an answer.

  Cyrus chugged half his beer. “Uh. No. I don’t mind at all.”

  Spade smirked and flipped open the top to pour the liquid in a line down Cyrus’ back. Shifting to his knees, Spade began smoothing the lotion across Cyrus’ tense shoulders. “Mmm, feels like you need a rubdown. These shoulders are tight.”

  Cyrus moaned unintelligibly and melted under Spade’s hands.

  Cyrus’ silky-smooth skin was flushed, but not from the sun. Spade ran his hands down the man’s back, massaging the lotion into his skin. Spade trailed his thumb down Cyrus’ spine and he shuddered.

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Yesss,” he hissed.

  Spade paused for a drink before moving from Cyrus’ back to his feet. He had smooth, pretty-boy feet, just like the rest of him. On many occasions, Spade had been told his hands were magic, and he used all his skills as he massaged the Cyrus’ feet, calves, thighs. He saved the best for last. By that time, Cyrus was putty in his hands, and he added more lotion. He smoothed it over the firm, rounded ass cheeks. Spade didn’t think he’d ever seen an ass so perfect. Shifting, he put a knee between Cyrus’ thighs, forcing them farther apart. Cleanly shaven balls peeked out and Spade gave them a good caress too.

  Cyrus’ moan of pleasure encouraged Spade’s erotic quest and didn’t go unnoticed by Dipper.

  Parting the firm cheeks, Spade let his finger glide across his puckered target.

  “We good?” Spade asked.

  “Very good.”

  Wiping his hands on his jeans, Spade reached into his pocket and pulled out a tube of lube. He wasn’t sure if the lotion was made for sensitive areas and he didn’t want to inflame Cyrus’ ass, at least not with the lotion. He squirted the lube into Cyrus’ crack and circled the pucker. Dipper jerked behind the snug denim of his jeans. Slowly, he worked his finger past the tight sphincter. The hole was hot and felt almost unused. Gently, he pushed in and pulled back. “Fuck,” Spade groaned as he imagined fitting Dipper into this sweet paradise.

  “Oh my God,” Cyrus cried and arched his back.

  “You like that? Just wait until I work my dick into you.” Spade pumped his finger in, out and around. The sound that escaped Cyrus’ lips could only be described as a whimper, as he pressed back against Spade’s hand. Adding a liberal amount of lube, Spade used two fingers and Cyrus hissed and bucked up. Spade’s fingers twisted and turned as he plunged deep into the clenched canal until it felt ready to accept him.

  Unzipping his jeans, Spade let them sag as he shifted to get both his legs between Cyrus’. Digging a condom from his pocket, Spade ripped it open with his teeth and sheathed himself. Adding lube to his cock, he spread the cheeks wide and aimed Dipper at his target. Slowly, he pushed into the velvet grip of Cyrus’ ass. “Fuck,” Spade moaned.

  Cyrus tensed and Spade eased back, adding more lube. “Relax, Cyrus,” he crooned near Cyrus’ ear before sitting back on his heels. His tip was wedged in the hole but he still had a lot of length and girth to work in there. Cyrus was tight, however he hadn’t complained once. He was probably in need of a good fucking too. Tilting Cyrus’ hips upward, Spade pressed forward. “So fuckin’ tight,” he muttered. Easing back, he surged forward and parted the small passage. He watched as the puckered little ring stretched to welcome Dipper. Buried balls deep, Spade stilled. There was no way around it. He was going to punish this sweet ass. He knew Cyrus would feel this fucking for days. “I’m gonna ride you hard and deep.”

  “Please,” Cyrus begged.

  Cyrus’ passage gripped him as he eased back then slammed forward. Spade sucked in a ragged breath as fire raced through his veins. Sheathed in liquid heat, he wouldn’t take long to lose his load. He spread his legs wider, forcing Cyrus’ hips up. Reaching around, he grabbed Cyrus’ rigid dick in a loose fist and pumped. He wanted Cyrus to come before he filled his ass with cum.

  The younger man mewled as Spade played him like a doll, ravaging his ass while yanking his dick. Clenching his jaw, Spade held his release at bay as the velvet grip milked his cock. Spade rotated his hips and Cyrus arched, bucked, and groaned as he squirted his load onto the blanket. Satisfied that Cyrus had come, Spade concentrated on his own release and powered Dipper into the fiery canal. “Fuck,” he yelled as his orgasm rolled through him in a blinding release.

  Easing out, Spade lowered Cyrus then flopped on his back on the blanket next to him. “Damn, that was good.” He glanced over at Cyrus, who looked totally spent with his head resting on his arm. “Were you trying to get fucked, sunbathing naked in view of my bedroom?”

  “I didn’t know you could see me, and I definitely didn’t know you were gay.” Cyrus chuckled.

 

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