Excerpt Day: Gaydar by Kim Dare

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Gaydar by Kim Dare
Release Date: Mar 30, 2009
ISBN: 978-1-907010-12-5
Publisher: Total-e-Bound
Publisher Link: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=440

Blurb: Find a gay man in a gay bar. Matt's sure that should be a lot easier than it actually is. Matt's having a run of bad luck - one that's lasted ever since he stepped out of the closet. An uncanny ability to home in on the only straight guy in a bar room full of gay men really isn't doing his sex life any favours. A knack for picking complete jerks whenever he does stumble upon a genuinely gay man isn't helping either. But, this time everything is going to be different. This time Matt's absolutely sure his gaydar has guided him towards a completely sane, entirely gay man - which is why he's arranged to meet him in the gents' room in five minutes. What could possibly go wrong?

Excerpt:

"Let me guess, he´s straight?"

Mathias Hilliard perched his backside on the barstool between his friends. "I´m meeting him in the gents´ toilets in five minutes," he announced.

Even with his run of luck, Matt was pretty sure an entirely straight man wouldn´t suggest meeting another man there. He ran his hands through his hair, messing up the carefully styled blond strands, and tried not to look too anxious as he watched his friends exchange a very speaking look.

"Married," they decided in unison.

Matt took a sip of his beer, trying to work some moisture into his throat as nervous energy built inside him. "He says he´s not married."

"That´s what all your boyfriends start off saying," Paul reminded him.

"No wedding ring," Matt recounted. "And no pale line where a wedding ring should be either. I checked."

"What´s wrong with him then?" Lewis asked from the stool on the other side of him.

Matt glared at his friend as he put his empty beer bottle back on the bar. "Maybe there´s nothing wrong with him. Maybe he´s just a nice guy who just happens to want to have sex with me. Would that really be so strange?"

Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of his friends raise an eyebrow at the other. The bartender took the empty bottle from in front of him and tossed it into a barrel that was already half full of other empty bottles before he walked back down to the other end of the bar.

"So, I´m having a run of bad luck," Matt said with a shrug.

"One that´s lasted ever since you came out of the closet," Lewis muttered into his glass.

Matt made a point of ignoring him. He stood up and straightened his new shirt, smoothing out non-existent creases. Taking a deep breath, he nodded to himself. This time it would be different. This guy would be different. He just knew it.

A few minutes later Matt stepped into the men´s room at the back of the bar. He didn´t even have time to look around before his back hit the wall. A man´s body covered his, pressing him back against the plasterwork, holding him there when instinct made Matt push against the larger man´s chest.

Firm, demanding lips swallowed his gasp. A confident tongue swept into his mouth, coaxing a moan from him. Without any order from his brain, Matt felt his hands claw at the man´s shirt as he tried to pull him closer. There wasn´t much material to hold on to. Well-defined muscles moved under his hands. Suddenly it became absolutely essential that the shirt should go.

Dropping one hand to the other man´s waist, Matt tugged at the material, trying to free it from his jeans so he could at least feel skin under his touch, even if he couldn´t strip the other man down right there.

Large hands wrapped around both his wrists and pinned them against the wall on either side of his head. Matt groaned a protest. The guy had suggested they meet in the men´s room. He couldn´t start playing hard to get now. There had to be a rule against that sort of crime against humanity and common bloody sense.

The man thrust his tongue into Matt´s mouth again, impatient and unrelenting. Matt gasped for breath, but still let out a whimpering plea for more. The kiss gentled the tiniest fraction in response, but the grip around his wrists remained the same.

Unable and unwilling to break the kiss, all Matt could do was tug at the immoveable hands on his wrists, trying to let the guy know he wanted his freedom so he could reach out and touch him properly. Frowning at the restriction the other man placed on him, but not going so far as to open his eyes and destroy the moment, Matt squirmed in the tiny space between the solid wall behind him and the immoveable wall of muscle in front of him.

A leg slid between his and pressed tight against his crotch. If his eyes had been open, Matt knew they would have rolled back in his head at the sudden overload of delicious friction. Hands tightened around his wrists and damn but even that felt bloody marvellous when it was this man doing the gripping.

Then the guy began rock his hips, encouraging Matt to move along with him, rubbing their bodies together harder and faster with each movement. Matt licked his way into the man´s mouth, but while the guy allowed him to kiss back, he nipped at Matt´s lips when he tried to take too much control.

A shot of pure adrenaline shot through his body, making him press himself against the other men even more eagerly as he gave up any attempt to lead the action.

As suddenly as he started it, the man broke the kiss and pulled back just far enough to let Matt gasp for breath. His hands still pinned against the wall, Matt blinked his eyes open. The white and blue striped shirt he expected to see wasn´t there. A black t-shirt displaying the lines of muscle underneath replaced it.

Frowning, trying to make his brain do more than wonder if it would look incredibly pathetic if he kept rubbing himself the man´s leg now that the guy had stopped rocking his hips, Matt lifted his eyes further. Deep brown eyes replaced the blue ones he´d expected to see. Careless brown waves replaced the slightly receding blond hair he´d planned to meet.

"You´re..." Matt´s brain short circuited. There were lots of words that could have finished the sentence. You´re not the man I was supposed to meet in here. You´re the guy who was working behind the bar. You´re gorgeous. Matt knew they would all have been accurate, but they swirled inside his head and failed to find a way to his mouth.

"You´re gay!" Matt blurted out.

The bartender´s lips, those same fantastic lips that had kissed him a moment before, twisted into an amused half smile. "What was your first clue?"