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Taste Test: Blue Collar
by Rob Knight
Torquere Press
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Taste Test: Blue Collar
by Rob Knight
Coming Off the Road
By Mychael Black
"Wilson! Got a Roadway in bay four."
"On it!"
Kelly Wilson typed the last two entries into the computer
inventory, then grabbed his clipboard and a pen. Thank God it
was almost quittin' time. Then he could head home, hopefully
out of the worst of the heat, and try to catch Isiah on his cell.
God, Kelly hated it when Isiah was on the road, but it helped
pay the bills and the homecomings were well worth the time
apart. Having a truck driver for a partner sucked a good bit of
the time, but Kelly had met the man here on these very
docks, and he wasn't the type to ask a man to find another
line of work just 'cause he was lonely.
He wiped away the sweat from his forehead and stuffed his
rag back into his front right pocket. Standing to the side, he
waited for the driver while another dock worker unloaded the
truck with a forklift. Jesus fuck. It had to be, what, a hundred
degrees? In the shade? Okay, yeah. Texas sucked.
"Hot enough for ya?"
Kelly nearly jumped out of his skin. A second later, he
spun around and whacked the hulk of a man behind him with
his clipboard. It was either that, or embarrass the ever-living
hell outta both of them by plastering himself to that huge
body and kissing every inch of dark skin he could reach.
"Well, that's a hell of a hello," Isiah laughed.
Kelly scowled and wanted to kiss that smirk. "Goddamn,
you're a sight for sore eyes."
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Isiah winked and glanced up at the clock. "When can you
leave?"
"Soon as I'm done with your truck. When do you have to
head out again?" Kelly was almost afraid to ask, but he just
had to know how long he'd have.
The grin Isiah gave him was all Kelly needed. "In two
weeks. Gotta love rackin' up vacation time."
Oh. Fuckin' A!
It took all the restraint Kelly had not to tackle the man
right then and there. But ... for that, he'd have to wait. He
turned to face the wall and readjusted himself in his jeans,
purposely ignoring Isiah's laugh as the trucker walked off
toward the main office. Oh, man ... that ass. Kelly shook his
head and turned to the task at hand. He so needed to get this
done and get the hell out of there.
Half an hour and buckets of sweat later, he had the load
checked, inventory entered into the system, and time card in
his hand. He clocked out and grabbed his small, banged-up
red Coleman cooler. "Hammer, I'm out. See ya a week from
Monday!"
The dock foreman waved him away without looking up
from a stack of paperwork. "Enjoy your vacation."
Kelly made a conscious effort not to run out to his car.
Soon as his eyes adjusted to the glare of the Texas sun, he
spotted Isiah leaning up against the new Taurus, big arms
crossed over a muscular chest. Dressed in jeans that should
have been illegal and a black tank top that was only a shade
darker than the man's skin, Isiah Forbes was a fucking god.
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No doubt about it. And he was all Kelly's. He unfolded as Kelly
neared.
"You hungry?" Isiah asked as he opened the driver's side
door and got in.
"Depends on what you're referring to." Kelly went around
and put the cooler in the backseat before getting into the
front passenger's seat. "What about your truck?"
"It's in the back lot. We can come get it later tonight or
tomorrow morning." When they were both buckled, Isiah
started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "Now, as for
dinner..." He grinned over at Kelly when he pulled up at the
red light.
"Home. Now."
Isiah laughed and the light turned green. Before Kelly
realized it, they were turning down their street. Living close
to work had its advantages. Isiah pulled up under the carport
and killed the engine. Then Isiah leaned over and one big
hand cupped the back of Kelly's neck, hauling him in for a
kiss that made his fucking toes curl. He moaned and fisted a
hand in Isiah's shirt, sucking the man's tongue into his
mouth. A growl made its way from Isiah and right into him,
rolling through Kelly's body like water.
"Need you," Kelly whispered breathlessly.
Isiah just nodded and let him go, then got out of the car.
Kelly felt that stare like a touch on his ass as they stepped in
through the kitchen door. The moment the door closed, Isiah
turning the deadbolt, Kelly tossed his keys onto the counter
and plastered himself against his lover of eight years. Isiah
grabbed his ass, a cheek in each huge hand, and tugged Kelly
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