Mike Dufrane fled a traumatic youth, hard years haunted by an abusive biker father, poverty and degradation, by escaping into the military. There he found only more savage violence. Then a chance encounter with an animal rescue group showed him another way. On an Indian reservation in the southwest, he finds a place to make a difference. Rez Dogs Rescue Shelter will be his route to build a positive life. Then a handsome Native American rides up on a Harley and throws Mike’s plans for a loop.<br><br>Adam was not there when his kid brother needed guidance and a firm hand. Back from two tours with Special Forces, he starts a youth center on the Rez to try to atone for his error but he cannot give up his Harley or his image as one bad ass biker. When an outsider starts a shelter for abused and neglected dogs, Adam initially finds it ludicrous but then recognizes a purpose similar to his own. However, the stranger seems to fear or hate bikers and is reluctant to begin a friendship. When crime and danger threaten both their projects, they have to join forces to prevail and suppressed attraction bursts into flame.

Rez Dogs and Scooter Trash

He had Mike’s sweatshirt over the other man’s head and off in a flash, baring his torso to gaze and touch. Adam ran his hands over the planes of Mike’s upper body, tracing the shape of muscle and bone, tweaking the tan nipples to rock-hard peaks and feeling the quivers of excitement race across his skin. He used his tongue as well as his hands in the eager exploration.


“Help me get this damn shirt of yours off,” Mike gasped out, his voice harsh with urgency. “It’s in my fuckin’ way.”


Adam cooperated, lifting enough that the garment rolled up to his shoulders and then pulling first one arm and then the other free. Mike pitched it to one side, barely stopping his busy forays of discovery. Pants were next. The sweats rolled down Mike’s lean hips and legs with little effort. He wore nothing under them, not even a jock strap.


Chapter 16