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  Copyright© 2014 Sam Crescent

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-693-5

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  Without the Evernight team and my fantastic readers I wouldn't be writing this dedication. I want to thank you for all your support, including that of my family. I love and appreciate everything you all do. This and all my work is for you guys. I hope you love, Damon, Andy, and Meredith as much as I loved writing them.

  I hope you all have a wonderful New Year.

  DAMON’S CHALLENGE

  Creek Valley, 3

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2014

  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.

  “Well, if you’re happy to take me on I’ll prove I’m a man of my word.” Damon leaned forward. “I promise you won’t be disappointed with me.”

  With Damon leaning in close Andy was able to scent him. His world was crashing down around him as his cock tightened even more. “Sure. Do you want to come and have a look at the place?” Andy asked, getting to his feet. He needed to create some space between him and Damon. His name alone was full of sin.

  “Sure thing.” Damon threw some notes onto the table and followed Andy out. Going to his truck, he looked at the bike on the sidewalk.

  “Put your bike on back, and we’ll take it with us,” Andy said.

  In no time at all they were on the road. Damon was tapping his leg to some made up beat. Andy concentrated on the road in front of him trying to keep his thoughts on the scenery in front of him rather than the man beside him.

  “So, Andy, is it me, or is this town a little quirky?”

  Tensing, he glanced toward Damon. “In what way?” Creek Valley had been his town for a long time. He loved the way the locals accepted each other and the love they had. No one had batted an eye when he’d married Meredith, who was ten years younger than he was.

  “I saw the way some of the men were looking at women. I’m sure I saw a bit of domination going on as well,” Damon said.

  “We’re a good town, Damon, and that’s all you need to know.”

  He pulled up outside of his ranch to see Meredith hanging out washing. His heart sped up at the sight of her alone.

  ****

  At the sound of Andy’s truck, Meredith placed the clothes back in the basket and turned toward the front yard. She loved meeting her man after he’d been out for a long day. Rubbing her hands down the apron she wore, she moved closer to his truck. She saw he wasn’t alone.

  S
omeone she’d never met before got out of the passenger side of the truck. He wore a leather jacket, and from what she saw of his flesh he was covered in tattoos. The ink he wore was not just located to his arms. She saw some on his chest going up to his neck.

  “Meredith, honey,” Andy said, approaching her. Looking from Andy to the biker Meredith wondered what the hell she should do. She’d never been in this predicament before with Andy bringing men home she didn’t know.

  He reached her wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her close. His comforting warmth invaded her senses. Wrapping her arms around his back she followed him toward the man. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve given Damon here some work. Damon, I’d like you to meet my wife, Meredith.”

  The introductions were made quickly.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Your picture does not do you justice.”

  Meredith felt her cheeks heating under his watchful gaze. There was something about Damon that made her nervous. She didn’t know what it was, and considering she’d only just met him the feelings were unusual. His gaze was knowing as he stared at her. Being married to Andy meant she had to get used to men. She’d not been great around the men as they all made her nervous. Her feelings were not down to anything bad or personal. Meredith just preferred her own company to that of men. Andy was the only person she’d gotten to know closely, and then she’d married him.

  “Thank you.” She shook his hand and pulled away as soon as she could. Meredith noticed he grabbed her hand harder, almost as if he was trying to keep hold of her a little longer.

  Don’t be stupid.

  “You’ll be working on the ranch?” Meredith asked.

  “That’s the plan, honey. I’m hoping your guy isn’t regretting it.” Damon folded his hands over his chest and smiled at Andy. She saw her husband had the same glow as she felt. Frowning, she looked between the two men.

  “Well I’m sure the guys will love to have another man on the ranch helping out. I’m, erm, going to go and finish with food and dealing with the washing.” She kissed Andy on the cheek and retreated as fast as she could.

  Something was going on in Andy, but she couldn’t figure out what. Finishing up the washing, she moved on inside to the scent of her pork stew. She always made plenty of pots of stew for the boys. Andy had told her before they were married that she’d need to feed his men as well.

  She checked on the stew, giving it a quick stir. Damon had unsettled her. His touch felt like it had lingered a little too long.

  Get over it.

  Grabbing the bread from the far counter she placed them on a baking tray before putting them in the oven. Her life with Andy was perfect. He never expected too much of her on the social front, and he was more than attentive to her during the evening and nights they were together. Their love life was wonderful. She loved every second she was with him. There were ten years between them, but she didn’t care about the age difference. He’d wooed her by the time she was nineteen and married her by the time she was twenty. No children had come from their time together. She wanted them, but Andy didn’t want to share her yet. Life at the ranch didn’t accommodate children. He was always looking for men willing to work the ranch while she was busy feeding the men and trying to help outside as much as she could.

  Andy was also very possessive. He didn’t like her around the men alone. She liked his possessiveness and never commented on it.

  “Hey, baby, how’s that stew coming on?” Andy said, wrapping his arms around her waist. She hadn’t heard him come in while she’d been stirring her stew.

  Sinking against his warmth, she felt her body hum as one of his hands cupped her breast.

  “Andy.” She moaned his name as an answering pulse began in her pussy. Their time together was never long enough, though.

  “What do you think of Damon?” he asked, kissing her neck.

  The mention of the mystery man who’d be working on their ranch made her freeze. The gentle hum in her body went haywire at Damon’s name.

  “I’ve got nothing to say. You deal with the men. I feed them.”

  “I’ve got a good feeling about him, Mer. I think he’s going to be a great worker. I might even get him to agree to stay for the year. I’d get Christmas off, and we’ll be well on our way to getting a life together. Maybe even children.” He rubbed his cock against her ass. She wanted him then and there.

  “Children? Really?”

  “Yeah, baby. I want you all to myself, but I also don’t want to be selfish when it comes to you.” He kissed her neck, sucking on her skin. “You want children, and I want to give you everything.”

  “Only when you’re ready, Andy. Our life together is all I need.”

  He turned her around. She cupped his face loving the look on his face as he gazed at her. “How did I get so lucky with you?”

  “I’m sorry to interrupt,” Damon said, invading their moment.

  Andy pulled away from her but turned to stare at the other man. She felt his cock harden further at the sight of him. Biting her lip she dropped her gaze to the floor unable to look at him completely.

  What was going on with her man? The sight of Damon alone was sending Andy into arousal.

  “You’re not interrupting at all.” Andy stroked her stomach, smiling.

  “Something smells good, Meredith,” Damon said.

  “It’s the stew. You’re more than free to join.” She smiled at him, pulling away from Andy as she did.

  “Come on, I’ll show you more of the ranch and round the boys up on our way out. Honey, set up the guest bedroom for Damon. We’ll be back soon.”

  She didn’t argue even though she wanted to. Her pulse was pounding, and the blood was rushing through her veins. She didn’t say a word at all. This was going to be a long couple of days.

  ****

  Damon stared down the table at Andy with his beautiful wife, Meredith, beside him. The two made a lovely couple, and he saw the love shining between them. How the fuck had he stumbled into a Dominant’s wet dream? Both Andy and Meredith were submissive. He felt his inner Dom calling to him to claim the two. Pushing the thoughts from his mind, he focused on the ranch around him. The men were great, hard-working, but he saw they were not interested in ranching full time. A couple of the Creek Valley locals were more than happy to stay behind.

  He dug into his stew loving the flavor Meredith had created. The woman sure could cook up a storm. Looking down into his dish he mopped every last bit up and licked his lips. “That was some good food,” he said, gazing at her.

  She blushed, moving away from the table to collect his dish. “I’m pleased you liked it.”

  Fighting the need to make her call him “Sir”, he grabbed her hand and smiled. “That’s okay. What are you doing?”

  “I’ll wash your dish unless you want some more.”

  Her pulse was pounding against her neck.

  “No, I’m good.” He was hungry for something more than food.

  Cut it out. You’re not here for that.

  He’d stopped in Creek Valley to fix his bike and get some money together. Working for his dough was all he was interested in. Damon refused to let this married couple call to him. The inner Dom wanted to fix what he saw as broken. Their relationship was strong, but even he saw the cracks beginning to form. They were in love; however, they were not getting everything they needed from each other. He knew what they needed, a firm hand and guidance.

  Shaking the same thoughts from his mind, he watched the other men depart. They all thanked Meredith, which she nodded, telling them that she would see them tomorrow.

  Andy got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around her waist.

  Damon saw the slight tension in her body. She nodded at whatever Andy said without turning around completely to give him her full attention. Gripping the end of the table, he had to fight to stop himself intervening.

  Didn’t they realize how badly they needed help?

  Not your problem.
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  “Do you want to see your room?” Andy said, pulling him out of his thoughts.

  Meredith stayed tense at the sink, washing the dishes.

  Getting up from his seat, he followed Andy up the main staircase. “This is a nice place.”

  “It’s a family heirloom as such. My mom and dad had it passed down to them and so on. Meredith loves the place, but she wants it filled with little kids.” Andy opened a couple of doors. “We’ve got more than enough room for some little critters of our own.”

  “You don’t want kids?” Damon asked, detecting the slight anger in Andy’s voice.

  “I want kids. I love them. I just can’t handle sharing my woman. Working on the ranch, I don’t get enough time with her as it is. Kids will cut into what little time I’ve got with her.”

  That wasn’t entirely true. Andy clearly didn’t feel their relationship was strong enough to handle a couple of kids, and Damon knew it wasn’t. How the fuck had he been travelling through life, going from town to town, to stumble on his dream town? He’d seen what was happening in Creek Valley, and he loved it. The women devoted to two men and also the dominance with one member. The two couples he’d seen in town were evidence of that.

  All of his life he’d struggled to piece together his dream life of having a man and woman at his feet, submitting to him. The women he’d been with loved the idea of two men for a once in a lifetime thing, and the men didn’t want a woman. Every time he’d tried to find the right two people to fit his needs, Damon had ended up with egg on his face. There was one time he literally got egg on his face when his lover had thrown eggs at him.

  He was bisexual and a Dominant. Those two combinations, for some strange reason, were hard to settle down with.

  Andy closed the doors. “It doesn’t matter. I love her with my whole heart. I’m not going to put a stop to something she loves. There’s ten years between us, and I don’t want to be running around in my old age.”