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Holeshot Christmas

Holeshot Christmas by [Michaels, Lynn]

Christmas isn’t all race tracks and dirt bikes for Davey and Tyler, especially when they don’t see things about each other in quite the same way.

Get ready for a dirty ride…

When I wrote Holeshot Christmas, I really wanted to take a peek at how Davey and Tyler were getting on. It’d been a minute since I’d checked in with them. They seem to pop up in Holeshot 2, but only as small cameo spots. So, if you have a need to get back on the bike, or crawl into bed with these two, then this is your chance with this holiday novella.

This story officially takes place after the events of Holeshot 2 – however, it can be read as a stand alone novella. 

Merry Christmas.

Excerpt:

“No need to thank me. It was great.” He leaned over and kissed Davey’s shoulder. He had enjoyed the day, mostly. He hadn’t liked the conversation about him needing everyone to like him, though, and he had half a mind to dive into it again. Instead, he sighed and leaned in closer to Davey, savoring the ride home.

Davey reached over and shoved his Santa hat off his head. “Hey. Want to go for a ride on the big Harley, later?” That was one of their favorite things to do.

“No. Let’s just lay around and veg.”

“Are you still mad at me or something?”

“What? No.”

“You always want to ride the Harley. What’s up?”

“I’m not mad. I just don’t feel like it.”

“I call bullshit, Tyler. You’re mad. Is it that flirting with Rico thing?”

Tyler didn’t say anything at first. He hadn’t wanted to fight again, but if Davey was going to keep bringing it up all over again…

“I’m not mad about it. But, I don’t understand it. I don’t think it’s true.”

“It is, Ty. I don’t care, I mean, I care, but I’m not like upset about it. It’s just the flirting, and then the whole thing with Cole got me thinking. Cole…”

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“What about Cole?”

“He, uh, he…” Davey scratched his head and scrunched up his nose in thought.

Tyler grimaced. Davey’s brain had latched on to something. “Spit it out.”

“You’re not going to like what I’m thinking, but, uh…I think he’s gay.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I think he’s gay and I think he does like you. Like-likes you. Like in a romantic way.”

“What kind of mushrooms were in that stuffing?” Tyler laughed.

“Not funny. I’m serious, Ty.”

“No way. He hates me. Truce or not. He seriously does not. Like. Me.”

“Oh yeah, he does. It’s like this… So. You know he’s like me in a lot of ways.” Tyler started to protest, but Davey shushed him. “No. Listen. He lives motocross. He was homeschooled like me to get more track time. He was singled out to be a champion at like twelve years old. His parents sacrificed everything for him. He won like every motocross division championship there is…except 450 Supercross.”

“Okay. What’s that have to do with him being gay or liking me?”

“We don’t know how to relate to others. We never had friends. I’d bet my bike he’s never had one romantic relationship. He doesn’t know how. We’ve both only known racing. Our friends? Our family? Huh. They’re all from growing up on the track. He doesn’t really know other people. He knows his crew. Mechanics. Other racers. His manager. Sponsors and reporters. See what I mean?”

“No. I mean, I get that. I know that about you, and I guess Cole and a lot of other guys…but I don’t get where I fit in.”

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“You were his crew, and he liked you. Like-liked you. He didn’t know how to show it, so it came out like, you know, elementary school. Pulling pigtails and all that… Then, when you and I got together…that was a betrayal. The worst betrayal. Not only did you not choose him, but you went with the competition.”

Tyler’s eyes grew wide. It did kind of make sense when you looked at it that way, but he wasn’t going to just believe it because Davey said so. “That’s crazy.”

“It’s not.” Davey shook his head.

Maybe there was something to it and maybe not. “So what? I can’t help any of that.”

“No, but maybe you kind of knew it. Like instinctually?”

“Instinctively?”

Davey bumped against Tyler’s shoulder with a little snort. “Yeah, that.”

They pulled up to the gate, and Davey typed in his code—2727. The gate slowly opened, letting them in. As Davey pulled up the driveway to the front of the house, Tyler wondered how he’d missed this thing with Cole and why it mattered, particularly to Davey.

Lynn Michaels lives and writes in Tampa, Florida where the sun is hot and the Sangria is cold. When she’s not writing she’s kayaking, hanging with her husband, or reading by the pool. Lynn writes Male/Male romance because she believes everyone deserves a happy ending and the dynamics of male characters can be intriguing, vulnerable, and exciting. She has both contemporary and paranormal titles and has been writing since 2014. Her stories don’t follow any set guidelines or ideas, but come from her heart and contain love in many forms.

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