Had it transformed into some kind of gay cruising hotspot since? It was a great spot for quick hookups, and Ryder knew this much, because he used to come here with girls. His chest tightened when the red bike rushed past the cement blocks put across the road leading to the disused bridge across a deep lake. The darkness got eerie though when Ryder realized where Jed was heading. He couldn’t possibly know he was being followed. Even if Jed heard another engine, that wasn’t a reason for worry on public roads. He had his lights switched off, and he was positive it made him hard to spot in the downpour. The rain had Ryder completely drenched by the time he followed Jed down a road leading through the woods. For once, he was grateful for the blur of the heavy rain. When Ryder mounted his bike and rushed after the lights of Jed’s ride ahead, there was pure rage streaming through his veins. Jed had lived under the same roof with him for almost a week and planned all of this under Ryder’s nose? Would he be running off with Tom or some other dude? Unable to resist the temptation? This was unbelievable. He could recognize Jed on his beloved sports bike, but what made him even more wary was seeing Jed with a large backpack. He hid under a roof close to the gate of the trailer park and waited. And if it was a girl he was meeting, Ryder only hoped she was a better choice than Dana. He was relieved to see the light on, but with a shadow moving back and forth behind the curtain, he decided to wait until Jed left. He had enough sense to close his leather jacket, but his jeans quickly became uncomfortably damp during the fifteen-minute ride to the trailer park where Jed lived. Ryder’s head was full of mixed feelings as he sped out of the club-owned land and into the street. I gotta go.” He shut the door, all but running through the puddles to his Harley.

“I’ll make sure he tells you next time, but it was a last minute thing.

One Step Too Close by K.A. Merikan