Mark Landing has a very difficult job to carry out within the next week. As the leader of Plimpton’s Neighborhood Hero Award Committee (NHAC), Mark must obtain a vote from ten NHAC members to determine which of three candidates will land the monetary award.<br><br>While interviewing each candidate, Mark finds one of them, bar owner and part-time roofer Cane Mercer, steamy-attractive. Not only is Cane handsome and easy to talk to, he’s a hero. He rescued three children from an accidental house fire a few months earlier. Hero or not, Cane flirts openly with Mark.<br><br>There’s one little problem, though. Anyone who knows Mark knows he’s Mr. Clueless when it comes to picking up men, dating, and falling in love. Will he end up with the hot and steamy roofer/bar owner, or will he forever be single and Mr. Clueless?

Mr. Clueless

He unbuttoned my jeans and pushed the material, with my white boxer-briefs, down to my knees. Then he pulled my T-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. His opened mouth met the splay of my neck and fell southwards, against one pec, then the other. He suckled a nipple, nipped at one of my pecs, and rolled his palms and fingers over my abs, grazing fingertips against their goose-pimpled skin. The tip of his tongue danced around my navel, dipped inside. Then his right hand found the erection between my legs and provided it with a gentle squeeze, a pump, sending me into sexual oblivion with him.


On his knees, Cane proved to be a man. His left palm gripping my left hip, and his right hand cupping my ball sack, his mouth opened, and he slid my mass down the back of his throat, providing slow and smooth bursts of sucking for the next three…seven…nine minutes.


Chapter 18