Remember your bodies crushing together--remember your first grind?

Tonight Raider craved someone to assuage the ache in his loins and Blaze St. John certainly fit the bill.

Raider Ridgeway saw the gorgeous man enter the bar and figured what the hell. One night with the stranger would help him unwind before he left for a scheduled shoot in Las Vegas. It had been long enough, and as his assistant so eloquently put it--he needed to get laid. Five months of non-stop, globe-hopping photo shoots and whacking off had left him with a sore dick as well as raw nerves.

Normally, he'd spend a couple hours at the bar, occasionally he would talk to someone getting to know a little about him, but then he left alone. That wasn't the case tonight. Raider had something special in mind, something he hadn't done in months that didn't involve leaving the parking lot unless he wanted to.

What he didn't count on after leaving Blaze standing alone in the dark lot was his inability to forget the man and it went from bad to worse when he looked up from a hand of poker and spied the pretty white man watching him from across the room.

An Interracial M/M Romance