Damon's Challenge
Prologue
Andy Gordon stared across the diner in Creek Valley at the guy causing all the female population to swoon. The man in question had ridden into town on a bike in serious need for repair and looked like he could do with a bath along with some tender loving. Andy had not gotten the guy’s name, but he saw what all the fuss was about. The biker was a god and with a body to match. He’d never seen muscles like that unless the guy did a lot of manual work. His arms were incredibly thick and covered in tattoos. The ink went up and around his arm like a brand. Andy couldn’t help but stare at this mystery man who’d stumbled into Creek Valley. The women were clucking around him, though not the married ones, but the guy brushed them off. Andy had worked on a ranch his whole life to get his body into a good condition. His father had given him the ranch ten years ago. He’d been twenty-five and ready to take over the Gordon Ranch. His father had handed over the deeds to the property, and Andy had been able to do whatever he wanted with the place. Since then, he’d picked the Gordon ranch up out of the gutter and brought it into the twenty-first century where it was finally thriving.
Glancing down at his wedding band thoughts of Meredith invaded his mind. His wife was back at home cooking up a storm for him and the boys. He hired a lot of men through the summer months. Many of the men he hired were looking for work to occupy their time prior to going back to college or moving from place to place. There were plenty of workers in Creek Valley whom he employed all year round, but it was nice to get some extra hands to help with the busy summer months.
“I just want a cup of coffee, ladies. Please,” Biker guy said.
There were no extra seats, and Andy kicked his chair out. He was only taking a break from getting some supplies for the ranch and for Meredith, and then he was heading back home. “You can take a seat if you like,” Andy said, lifting his cup for another refill of coffee.
The waitress filled his cup giving him a smile before she turned on her heel and left.
“Thanks. The women behave as if they’ve never seen a guy before.” Biker guy sat down. “I’m Damon by the way. I’m just passing through.”
“I’m Andy Gordon.” He shook hands with the new man and couldn’t help the jolt that went through his body at the contact. The only other person to give him such a rush of sensation was his sweet little wife back home. Hating the feelings coursing through his body, he let go of the large man and picked up his cup. “You’re the only biker who has looked like that passing through here.”
“I’m a loner. I love my bike and the open road.” Damon spread his arms wide, smiling. “Thanks for sharing your table.”
“No problem.”
“I see you’re married,” Damon said, pointing at his ring.
Twirling the band around his finger Andy smiled. “Yeah, my woman, Meredith.” Pulling out his wallet he showed the guy a picture of his beautiful wife. His woman was full-figured with large tits and flared hips. She hated them whereas he loved them. He couldn’t keep his hands off her.
Damon whistled. “Your woman is a hottie.”
Pocketing his wallet Andy waited for the waitress to serve Damon some food before talking again. It was strange how easy it was to talk to the man in front of him. “What brings you to Creek Valley?”
“I need somewhere to stay for a couple of months.” Damon forked in a good piece of pie before swilling it down with some coffee. “I need to earn money and get my bike fixed up. Once that’s done, I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Are you looking for work?” Andy asked.
“Yeah. Know anyone looking for a hard worker?”
As he stared at the biker opposite with all the ink and hard muscles, a shocking pulse pounded through Andy’s cock as he started to harden. He’d never been attracted to a man before. His response to Damon surprised him.
“I’m looking for workers. The summer is closing in, and I’ll be needing some extra hands as the other boys move on.” Andy wanted to kick himself for offering. There was something about Damon that was reeling him in. He didn’t know what it was, and part of him was too scared to find out.
What would Meredith think?
“Really? You’d be interested in hiring a total stranger?” Damon sat back. He’d already finished his pancakes in quick time. “You sure your wife will be happy with you hiring someone else?”
“My wife handles the house, and I handle the ranch.” Meredith never caused waves with him. She was more than happy to sit back while he organized the men. He knew his wife was submissive and looked toward him for guidance. Sometimes he knew how to give Meredith the firm hand she needed whereas at other times he didn’t have a clue.
Andy Gordon stared across the diner in Creek Valley at the guy causing all the female population to swoon. The man in question had ridden into town on a bike in serious need for repair and looked like he could do with a bath along with some tender loving. Andy had not gotten the guy’s name, but he saw what all the fuss was about. The biker was a god and with a body to match. He’d never seen muscles like that unless the guy did a lot of manual work. His arms were incredibly thick and covered in tattoos. The ink went up and around his arm like a brand. Andy couldn’t help but stare at this mystery man who’d stumbled into Creek Valley. The women were clucking around him, though not the married ones, but the guy brushed them off. Andy had worked on a ranch his whole life to get his body into a good condition. His father had given him the ranch ten years ago. He’d been twenty-five and ready to take over the Gordon Ranch. His father had handed over the deeds to the property, and Andy had been able to do whatever he wanted with the place. Since then, he’d picked the Gordon ranch up out of the gutter and brought it into the twenty-first century where it was finally thriving.
Glancing down at his wedding band thoughts of Meredith invaded his mind. His wife was back at home cooking up a storm for him and the boys. He hired a lot of men through the summer months. Many of the men he hired were looking for work to occupy their time prior to going back to college or moving from place to place. There were plenty of workers in Creek Valley whom he employed all year round, but it was nice to get some extra hands to help with the busy summer months.
“I just want a cup of coffee, ladies. Please,” Biker guy said.
There were no extra seats, and Andy kicked his chair out. He was only taking a break from getting some supplies for the ranch and for Meredith, and then he was heading back home. “You can take a seat if you like,” Andy said, lifting his cup for another refill of coffee.
The waitress filled his cup giving him a smile before she turned on her heel and left.
“Thanks. The women behave as if they’ve never seen a guy before.” Biker guy sat down. “I’m Damon by the way. I’m just passing through.”
“I’m Andy Gordon.” He shook hands with the new man and couldn’t help the jolt that went through his body at the contact. The only other person to give him such a rush of sensation was his sweet little wife back home. Hating the feelings coursing through his body, he let go of the large man and picked up his cup. “You’re the only biker who has looked like that passing through here.”
“I’m a loner. I love my bike and the open road.” Damon spread his arms wide, smiling. “Thanks for sharing your table.”
“No problem.”
“I see you’re married,” Damon said, pointing at his ring.
Twirling the band around his finger Andy smiled. “Yeah, my woman, Meredith.” Pulling out his wallet he showed the guy a picture of his beautiful wife. His woman was full-figured with large tits and flared hips. She hated them whereas he loved them. He couldn’t keep his hands off her.
Damon whistled. “Your woman is a hottie.”
Pocketing his wallet Andy waited for the waitress to serve Damon some food before talking again. It was strange how easy it was to talk to the man in front of him. “What brings you to Creek Valley?”
“I need somewhere to stay for a couple of months.” Damon forked in a good piece of pie before swilling it down with some coffee. “I need to earn money and get my bike fixed up. Once that’s done, I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Are you looking for work?” Andy asked.
“Yeah. Know anyone looking for a hard worker?”
As he stared at the biker opposite with all the ink and hard muscles, a shocking pulse pounded through Andy’s cock as he started to harden. He’d never been attracted to a man before. His response to Damon surprised him.
“I’m looking for workers. The summer is closing in, and I’ll be needing some extra hands as the other boys move on.” Andy wanted to kick himself for offering. There was something about Damon that was reeling him in. He didn’t know what it was, and part of him was too scared to find out.
What would Meredith think?
“Really? You’d be interested in hiring a total stranger?” Damon sat back. He’d already finished his pancakes in quick time. “You sure your wife will be happy with you hiring someone else?”
“My wife handles the house, and I handle the ranch.” Meredith never caused waves with him. She was more than happy to sit back while he organized the men. He knew his wife was submissive and looked toward him for guidance. Sometimes he knew how to give Meredith the firm hand she needed whereas at other times he didn’t have a clue.