A KNIGHT AT THE SPEEDWAY by JAXX STEELE

A KNIGHT AT THE SPEEDWAY

By Jaxx Steele

COMING AUGUST 23, 2009

Khristopher Knight was a professional motorcycle rider. It was the greatest day of his life when he qualified for that inaugural race at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway until he realized he had no one to share it with.

Artis Kent had not seen Kris since they were in college together. The race at the Speedway was the first in 100 years. With his ticket he would have the chance to meet the riders and maybe open the lines of communication again.

When Kris and Artis met up again, Artis had no idea that his world would soar to the heavens, crash to the dephs of hell and then soar to the sky once more all in the span of 30 days. Can Artis's calm laid back life handle a love affair with the fast paced Kristopher Knight? Or will there be too many crash and burns for Artis to handle?

Excerpt

Artis chuckled slapping his friend five and then took his place at the end of the line. After almost two hours Artis could feel his heart pumping faster as only one person separated him from Kris. He looked fantastic. His hair was long, grazing across his broad shoulders and hung in thick damp strands. The white tank top that clung to his slender body invitingly was half tucked into his dark jeans and he held his jacket to his leg. Leaning against his bike he held the woman in his arms and gave the photographer one of his amazing smiles. When the picture was taken the woman rushed over to the photographer and waited for the picture to come from the printer. She returned to the table with the glossy photo of them and a pen. Kris signed the picture and handed back to her. She kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the tent. With a few deep breaths, Artis stepped up for his turn and stopped at the table. Kris looked up at him and smiled.
“Artie? Is that you?”
Artis let out a shocked breath and his heart swelled within his chest. His chest rose and fell so fast he could hardly get any air into his lungs. He tried to answer him, but he could barely breathe.
Kris left the bike and walked around the table to him. “Oh my God, it is you,” he said happily. He wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around Artis’s waist and pulled him into a hug. “I was hoping I got the chance to see you while I was here.”
Artis melted in his embrace. Although he was stunned at the turn of events he recovered quickly and returned his hug, loving every minute of it.
“I didn’t think you would remember me,” he finally whispered.
“Remember you? Oh, my God, are you kidding? I could never forget you!” he exclaimed holding his shoulders, laughing. He turned to Ralph full of excitement. “Ralph, this is my best friend, Artis. He lives here in town. We went to school together.”
“Hey,” was all Ralph said from behind the camera.
“Come on, Artie, let’s take a picture.”
Artis was elated. Kris remembered him and he was about to take a picture sitting on his bike and what a bike it was! The royal blue, Kawasaki Ninja was still dusty from the ride that made Kris eligible for the official race the next day. Artis slowly ran his hand over the crotch rocket as the memory from his first ride on a motorcycle came to mind.
“Go ahead and get up there, Artie. I know you want to,” Kris offered with a sly grin nudging him.
He didn’t hesitate to take Kris up on his offer and threw his leg over the powerful vehicle. A rush of adrenaline surged through him as he gripped the handles. He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip.
“Take the picture, Ralph,” he heard Kris say through his heady daze.
After the bright flash he felt the bike drop from extra weight and his eyes popped open. To his amazement he felt Kris’ arms slip around his waist and his cock surged to life.
“Take this shot, too, Ralph. We would have had one like this years ago when I took him on his first ride, but no one was around to take the picture,” Kris explained.
His stunned face was surely captured on film. Kris’ arms around him for a second time was more than he could imagine would happen when he woke today only hoping to just talk to him. It was a dream come true. For years he wondered what it would feel like being held by his strong arms. Now he knew and it was wonderful. Strong and muscular, holding him close without crushing him and Kris’ face and torso was pressing into his back…mmm. An erotic shiver went through his body leaving behind a tingling sensation. He closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling. It was something he would never forget…and then it was gone.
“Did you get that it, Ralph? I want two copies of that one,” Kris said sliding off the back of the bike.
“Yeah, I got it,” Ralph replied staring at the printer waiting for the digital prints to come out.
He handed the photos to Kris who lingered over them before returning to Artis. “Here you go Artie.”
Reluctantly Artis threw his leg over the bike and stepped away from it. “Thanks.”
“Did you watch me qualify?”
“Of course I did,” he answered smiling. “You were amazing.”
“We have so much to talk about, Artie. There’s so much I want to tell you. So much has happened since we last saw each other.”
“Kris, they’re looking for us,” Ralph said with his phone to his ear.
“Okay, Ralph. What are you doing tonight, Artie?”
Artis’ eyes widened. “I—I, umm, nothing, well, nothing important.”
“Great! They are giving a party for the racers tonight at our hotel. They let us invite a date, but since I don’t have one you can come with me and we can catch up.”
“Uh, okay.”
“Kris, let’s go,” Ralph urged closing his camera bags.
Kris rushed around the table and pushed his bike upright releasing the kick stand. “We are downtown at the Conrad. The party starts at nine o’clock. I’ll leave your name so you can get in.”
“Uh…”
“So I’ll see you tonight, right? Don’t be late. I can’t wait to see you--and dress up. Magazine people will be there,” he said cheerfully following Ralph from the tent leaving him with one of his killer grins and a wink.
Artis stood in the empty tent trying to absorb how much his life had changed in a matter of minutes. A slow smile touched his lips as he looked on the picture. Kris was holding him and smiling brightly and he didn’t look like some wide eyed stunned fool taking a picture with the great Kristopher Knight. He pressed the picture to his chest and laughed before putting it into his back pocket.
“This day turned out way better than I expected,” he said as he finally left the tent.



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