BESTSELLING & AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR SELENA KITTHALF A MILLION NAUGHTY BOOKS SOLD IN 2011GUARANTEED QUALITY - THE CREAM AT THE TOP OF EROTICA!Ty has been hurt by life and has sworn off relationships, but his curiosity is piqued by a motorcycle-riding hunk who comes through his Wal-Mart line and buys the same thing day after day: two Slim Jims, a sixty-four count box of crayons and Cracker Jacks. Ty's curiosity gets the better of him and he goes out with Jonah, but Ty's best friend, Lucky, is sure Jonah is bad news, and it does seem that both mens' pasts threaten their future together. Will they find a second chance with one another?~*~*~*2011 EROTICA EPIC AWARD WINNER*~*~*~EXCERPT: "Can you take a break?" When I looked up, there he was, with a sixty-four-count box of crayons, two Slim-Jims and a thing of Cracker Jacks. Lucky said he'd been fighting but he didn't look any worse for the wear. I glanced around and turned off my light. "Sure," I said, ringing him up. "It's lunch time anyway." I met him outside, expecting with some trepidation to see him pulled up on his bike--I never had gone for a ride, like I'd promised--but instead he was just leaning against the side of the building, eating one of the Slim Jims he'd bought and swinging the plastic bag containing the rest of his purchases."Let's go for a walk," he said.I nodded, falling into step beside him. "Lucky told me what happened.""She's quite the martyr, that one, isn't she?" Jonah snorted as we turned the corner on the Wal-Mart, heading around the side of the building. "Want a bite?" He offered the last of the Slim Jim to me, but I shook my head."She's a friend." I shrugged. "Thanks for defending her.""I would have anyway, even if she hadn't been your friend.""I know." I smiled. "Did you get arrested?""No." He laughed, shaking his head. "The cops here don't arrest me."I raised my eyebrows at that as we rounded the back corner of the building now and started walking the length of the Wal-Mart from behind. "Any reason for that?"We were just past the dumpster we used for boxes when Jonah turned, his gaze pinning me. "I can't stop thinking about you."I didn't know what to say. I couldn't really say anything. He was on me in that instant, his mouth crushing mine, his cock so hard through his jeans it felt like a steel bar ramming against my thigh as we kissed. He palmed the denim seat of my pants while the other neatly cupped my cock and balls. I found the button of his jeans and pulled, unzipping him right there, not caring who saw us, or even if I got fired. "I can't keep my fucking hands off you," he growled, unbuttoning me, too. His hand was too big to slide comfortably into my jeans, but it made for an achingly pleasurable squeeze as he tried to get a grip on me before he just yanked the denim down over my hips.Any thought of protest disappeared the moment my cock was free and in his pumping hand. I was just as eager for him, using both hands to widen his zipper's divide and slip him out of his briefs. He groaned against my mouth when I rubbed the head of his prick with my thumb, pre-cum sticky on the tip. "Suck it," he whispered hoarsely into my ear, but I was already sinking down, gravel biting my knees as I knelt before him, even through the denim, but I hardly noticed. His cock filled my mouth to overflowing, and I savored his musky scent, hungrily taking as much of him as I could manage. My tongue traveled him, length to tip and back again, even spending a few sweet moments lapping at the fuzzy sacs below, before getting down to the business of getting him off.I set up an easy rhythm, squeezing and tugging my own throbbing cock as I sucked him, his hand fisted in my hair, giving me just enough direction to be useful, but not enough to throw either of us off.