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to his own lip to tell Tank to get rid of the evidence. The warrior stuck his tongue out, swiping at the pork and winking at Taylor for the heads-up.
    “I caught that.” George smiled at Taylor.
    Dagon pulled a chair out for him, Taylor taking a seat. His mate served him breakfast, giving him a glass of orange juice as well.
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    it if the others had slaved over it, whether it had been tasty or not. He wasn’t ungrateful.
    “Morning, Mr. Birthday.” The warrior Remi and his mate, Drew, came into the kitchen.
    “Morning.” Taylor chewed on a piece of bacon as he watched the two men hug all over each other. They seemed comfortable with it.
    Drew giggled and opened his mouth for some eggs, Remi kissing him after giving his mate a bite.
    Could he do that with Dagon? Taylor took a drink of orange juice, seeing from the corner of his eye Tank kissing on George’s neck. Gay couples seemed to surround him in the kitchen, having no concern that others might see them.
    “I’m finished.” Taylor took his plate to the sink, getting a closer look at Tank and George, seeing how George was staring lovingly into Tank’s eyes. He looked away, setting his dish into the sink.
    “Let’s take that ride.” Dagon took his hand, and this time Taylor felt more comfortable with the act.
    “Thanks for breakfast.”
    “You’re welcome.” George surfaced long enough from Tank’s lips to reply. Taylor looked over his shoulder as Dagon pulled him away, seeing Drew sitting in Remi’s lap and laughing.
    Dagon pulled Taylor to his bedroom, handing him a helmet and a small, thickly stitched leather jacket from the closet. “I bought that for you, seeing how much you like to ride.” Taylor examined it. “Thank you.” It looked expensive. He pulled it on and ran his hand down the soft-as-butter leather. It was heavily stitched and comfortable. He really liked it. Taylor followed Dagon once again as they headed to his bike.
    “Happy birthday,” the warrior Micah called out as they made it to the front door.
    “Thank you.” It seemed he was saying that a lot this morning.
    Taylor caught himself staring at Dagon’s butt. Okay, I’ve never done that before . He watched it saunter back and forth, bunching and Dagon’s Ride
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    flexing, the curve of it bubbling out slightly. His hands itched again.
    He followed Dagon to the row of vehicles until they came to the warrior’s bike.
    Taylor put his helmet on, waiting for his mate to get on first.
    “Climb aboard.” Dagon swung his leg over, straddling the bike as Taylor grabbed his large shoulders and slid behind his mate. He bit his bottom lip, grateful Dagon couldn’t see the hard-on he was getting just from having the enormous man in front of him. What the hell was going on with him?
    It was like he turned eighteen and, bam , instant gayness. If Josh was right and Taylor had been gay all along, wouldn’t he have been checking guys out long before Dagon? He hadn’t.
    Hell, his first experience with sex was with a girl. What did that say? Taylor slid his arms around Dagon’s waist, holding on as Dagon started the motorcycle and dug his heels into the gravel, backing the bike up.
    Taylor lifted the visor momentarily as he inhaled leather and man.
    He snapped it back down, wondering why he had done that.
    Dagon tilted with the bike, rounding the drive and drove onto the paved road, the thrum of the motorcycle once again giving him a thrill like nothing else.
    “Please let me get through this ride without embarrassing myself,” Taylor mumbled to himself.
    “You okay back there?”
    Taylor jumped at Dagon’s voice. There must be headsets built into these things. “I’m fine.” Oh shit, Dagon had heard him. How else was he going to humiliate himself today?
    No, wait, he didn’t want to know.
    His fingers bunched in his mate’s shirt, fighting the pulsing throb in his cock. He inched forward, allowing