Ian Sterling Pounds Jayson Parker

Jayson Parker was leaning against a chain-link fence, letting the evening heat soak into his skin. He wasn’t looking for trouble, just something real. That’s when Ian Sterling appeared, a mountain of a man whose presence silenced the gravel under his boots. Jayson Parker watched Ian Sterling’s every move, from the flex of his thick arms to the confident set of his jaw.

Ian Sterling didn’t waste words, just a slow, appraising look that made Jayson’s breath catch. With a simple nod, Ian Sterling led Jayson Parker around the side of a rig. Up against the cold metal, Jayson Parker felt the sheer power of Ian Sterling, the scrape of his beard, the low growl in his ear. It was exactly what Jayson Parker had been waiting for, and Ian Sterling delivered.