Holeshot Complete Collection 1

Chapter one

Relief swept over Davey McAllister as he finally made it back to his RV.

The familiar dark wood panels made the rig feel homey and reassuring.

All the promotional duties he'd had to do after the race, not to mention the race itself, left Davey exhausted.

He pulled off a big win that moved him into the second place slot for points in the overall Supercross standings, no small feat.

He could win it all—the championship—this season.

Taking the podium had been exciting, but right now he just wanted to get some peace and quiet.

His next day would be starting early, as his team would be pulling out in the morning to trek across country to the next set of races in Atlanta.

They would be racing back to back weeks, so he would be living in his RV rather than heading home between races.

He shut and locked the door behind him and made his way to the sleeping area, stripping clothes along the way.

His long sleeve jersey hit the ground first, followed by his sneakers and jeans.

Thankfully, he'd had time to shower and change into fresh clothes after the race, but now he reeked of sweat and nerves.

He dumped his socks and underwear in the corner to be picked up later, and slid into his fresh, crisp white sheets.

He pressed into a warm, hard body—

He jumped out of the bed, slamming on the lights.

"What the fuck?" He pulled the sheet and comforter to the floor and stared down at a blond-haired, thick-muscled guy.

He barely had any hair on his legs and back and the smooth skin, stretched over taut muscles, moved erotically as the dude rolled over.

"Ahh...where am I?" he groaned and rubbed at his eyes.

"In my fucking trailer. Who the fuck are you?"

He stretched like a cat and cracked open an eye, emerald green under thick blond lashes. He watched as the guy's cock came immediately to attention underneath a pair of tight, black briefs that contrasted nicely against his creamy skin. "You're Davey McAllister."

"Yeah, and you?" He couldn't help his own body's reaction, his cock rising up as if to introduce itself to this erotic nymph.

"Mmm...I'm Tyler. Tyler Whitmore. Mechanic for the KTM team, Cole Lindt's crew."

"Nice to meetcha Tyler Whitmore, now why are you in my bed?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know." A seductive smile played across his lips. "But you look a lot happier about it than you sound."

Davey grumbled under his breath, not sure what to do about the hot, mostly naked guy in his bed.

Tyler was exactly his type. Smaller than his own five-nine frame, but very well-muscled with a stocky build and smooth skin.

His cheeks were rounded and a sexy dimple appeared in his chin when he smiled.

His blond hair was thick and wavy on the top, but cut closer around his ears.

Fucking adorable. Just looking at him made Davey hard as hell.

"I'm extremely happy about it myself, Davey." Tyler practically purred the words out between sexy, full lips.

Davey didn't know what to do. "First time I've had a hot guy in my bed."

"You're fucking hot yourself, Davey. Listen.

Neither of us can afford exposure, but what the hell?

We're not dead either. You’re just as damn horny looking at me as I am looking at you.

" Tyler's words were bold and confident, and sexy as hell.

He flicked the tip of his tongue across those plump, kissable lips.

Davey leaned forward and crawled up the bed, his chest brushing across Tyler's bare legs and rubbing against his cock through his briefs.

Tyler moaned as they came chest to chest. Davey tilted his head and leaned in for a tentative kiss.

Tyler licked at Davey's lips. "This isn't a setup, is it? " Davey asked.

"No. I think it's a prank, though. Initially."

Davey straddled Tyler's hips. "What do you mean?"

"I was at a party. Got drunk. Woke up to see you there, standing over me with your hard cock, begging for attention." Tyler reached up and took Davey's cock in his hand, making a nice long stroke down to the base, and all the way back up to the top.

Davey's eyes rolled to the back of his head.

It felt so good to have a strong hand, besides his own, touching him.

He leaned in and captured Tyler's mouth, sliding his tongue between Tyler's lips.

He tasted like alcohol, mint, and something else that was warm, sexy, and unidentifiable.

"You do feel good," he moaned into Tyler's open mouth.

"God, yes. You too." His hands wandered up Davey's torso, skimming his rib cage and landing on his chest. Tyler fanned his fingers across Davey's pecks, then flipped them across one pink nipple.

"Tyler, I think I want to fuck you."

"Mm. That's good. If you have condoms, I want to let you."

"You don't mind bottom?" He planted his elbows on either side of Tyler's head. He could feel the other man's hot breath against his face, his lips, and his cheeks. He wanted Tyler to open his eyes again, to see those remarkable green pools stare back at him, mirroring his own need.

"Not for you."

Davey got up and dashed down the hall, his exhaustion forgotten.

He found condoms and a tube of KY and quickly brought his supplies to the bedroom, desperately hoping Tyler wouldn't change his mind.

A new urgency surged through him at the thought of Tyler disappearing on him if he didn't get to it fast enough.

"You sure?" he asked, silently praying for a positive answer.

Tyler opened his eyes. "Oh yeah," he said with a smirk, lifting his hips off the bed and swiping off his briefs in a quick motion.

Davey sat the paraphernalia on the bed before stretching out over Tyler, covering his body with his own, wanting more skin on skin contact. He nuzzled against Tyler's neck. He smelled musky, a bit like stale beer and sweat, but it didn't stop him from wanting more of this man.

He bit at Tyler's collar bone, and licked down to his nipples, tonguing them, flicking at them, and watching them perk up.

He took one between his teeth, making Tyler gasp.

He smiled wickedly, and looked up to watch Tyler's face in the low orange glow of light.

Tyler watched him back. His tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth.

Davey skipped his hands down Tyler's sides, over those luscious muscles, grabbing at his hip bones. He leaned in and kissed at Tyler's stomach, tonguing his belly button and lingering on his ab muscles that flinched tightly with each touch.

He opened the KY and spread gel over his fingers.

He climbed back up Tyler's body and kissed him hard, forcing his tongue into Tyler's mouth, and making him moan.

Reaching down between Tyler's legs, he smeared the gel around Tyler's hole, then gently pushed in.

He'd only ever done that to himself, but he was more than ready to try it out on someone else, especially someone this exquisite.

Tyler pushed against Davey's hand. Davey watched his eyelids flutter and his mouth open. He gave Tyler a second finger and was rewarded with more moaning. When he pushed in the third, Tyler humped back against Davey's hands and growled out, "Fuck me, Davey. God!"

Davey pulled his fingers out and opened the condom wrapper. Tyler flipped over on his stomach and pushed his ass in the air, spreading his legs wide. "Oh God! That's hot, Tyler."

"Good, I'm glad you like what you see. Now, fuck me."

Davey rubbed KY over the condom and positioned himself above Tyler. "Damn, you are downright brazen, Tyler Whitmore." He pushed the tip of his dick against Tyler's hole and shoved in, slow and steady.

Tyler pushed back against Davey and opened himself up, as Davey firmly pushed his cock in.

After a moment he was seated tight against Tyler's flesh.

He laid himself out over Tyler's back and nuzzled at the nape of his neck, kissing and biting.

He slowly rolled his hips back, pulling his cock out until just his head was still inside.

He pushed hard, shoving all of himself back in and shoving Tyler's whole body forward.

Tyler spread his legs even more and pushed his hips back as Davey set his rhythm.

Tyler's plump ass rocked with each stroke, driving Davey's passion higher.

"Fuck, you are so tight, Tyler," he groaned his words into Tyler's hot skin.

"God, fuck me harder. Davey, now."

They lay pressed to the mattress, shoulder to shoulder, Davey's lips against Tyler's neck and his chest pressing into Tyler's back.

His hips rolled and pumped harder and Tyler begged for it until they were both coming, Tyler clutching at the sheets.

Davey exploded, the condom catching his come.

Tyler's dick had been grinding into the mattress and when he exploded, it soaked the center of the bed.

Davey rested against Tyler for a moment and then pulled out, slowly. Tyler rolled over on his back and watched Davey clean himself up until he turned away, carefully dumping the condom in the trash by the bed. "What's that tattoo on your back?" he asked.

"Tribal marks. They represent my cousin." The marks crossed the muscles under his neck at the center of his back and danced down his spine, highlighting the areas of his back that were injured on his cousin's.

"Oh. I remember hearing about that. I'm sorry."

Davey’s cousin, Dillon, had been a Supercross racer, too, until he had a bad accident that left him paralyzed. "It's cool. He has a different life now, but he's breathing."

"That tat is totally sexy." Tyler's finger slid down the black outline on Davey's spine.