Kevin removed his arms from around his sir’s broad frame and took off his helmet when Joey cut off the motorbike’s engine. However, Kevin made no attempt to dismount. He still couldn’t believe that only a few minutes earlier, his sir had collared and claimed him. A quick touch to his neck confirmed he hadn’t imagined the whole thing. As his fingers—numb from the cold—came into contact with the supple leather, Kevin felt a comforting flush of warmth wash over him.
“It’s not too tight is it?” Joey asked, removing his helmet and twisting round in the saddle.
Kevin shook his bowed head.
“It’ll be fine, you know,” Joey said, pointing his thumb at the rather dilapidated red brick single story building that was The Black Bear.
“It isn’t that, Sir.” Now Joey had mentioned the pub, Kevin felt
