Description
Tex
A hurricanes rolling in fast when I see a stranded biker.
Small. Soaked. Terrified. Like the road finally ran out on him and hes got nowhere left to go.
The first thing I notice about him is his eyes, the color of the Gulf before a storm.
He wont speak. He wont look at me. Just watches my hands like they might hurt him.
When I move too fast, he flinches. That tells me everything I need to know.
So I load up his bike and take him back to my bar.
Hes clearly running from something. Or someone.
Whoever hes running from they just ran into the wrong man.
Stormy
Hes the biggest man Ive ever been this close to. Six-five. Maybe taller. Built like he could break me in half without trying.
Men that big usually hurt you. My hand drifts toward the knife in my pocket just in case.
I dont give him my name. I dont give him anything. I keep my eyes down. Thats the safest way to survive.
But he doesnt get angry. He doesnt push.
Instead he gives me a name like its a gift he wrapped himself.
Stormy.
For the first time in years, I want to stay. But the past doesnt let people like me go that easily.
Stormy is an emotional M/M hurt/comfort romance about survival, healing, and finding safety in the last place you expect.
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