Dude was probably not even gay. A guy like that had women beating down the door. In fact, Kyle had half-expected to find some hot little number waiting for Dave when they got to his house. He’d been glad when the house was empty. Which meant exactly nothing. Didn’t mean Dave didn’t have a girlfriend. Kyle had checked his big, beautiful hands earlier, and he hadn’t seen a ring
Not that it mattered even on the off chance his rescuer was gay. Kyle didn’t need another complication in his life. He was already steeped from head to toe in more trouble than he could handle. Adding mind-blowing sex with the hot biker dude…Well, Kyle shouldn’t even be considering it.
He’d always had a thing for bad-boy types.
Not that he thought Dave actually was a bad boy. Kyle figured Dave was more a Boy Scout type or the Lone Ranger coming to the rescue of those oppressed. Or getting the shit beat out of them, anyway. Nah, he seemed pretty squeaky clean.
Damn hot, though.