*This book is strictly dickly; vaginas need not apply.

Ohhhhh, do I ever love a good road trip story! Forced proximity! Slim Jims (TM)! Seedy hotels! ANAL! Hey--what can I say? Not every trip ends at Disneyland.

Quinn McKenna and Con Jenkins don't know each other, but they will bond over (Bend over? Yeah, that, too) their love of Slim Jims...if by Slim Jims you mean hot, spitty blow jobs and hot sexxin' on Harleys during a road trip, and I DO mean that, thank you Sweet Baby Jesus in a Route 66 roadside stand.

Quinn's brother, Scott, is getting married, and he set up a special trip for Quinn and Con, Scott's Delta Force brother, to ensure: 1) that they both get to the church on time, and 2) more importantly, that I get my daily recommended dosage of one hot, tatted, Dommy guy (Quinn) gettin' all bossy pants on a smokin', surly special forces soldier (Con) who likes it when you tell him to take his pants off (Sir, yes, Sir!).

Con's way of decompressing from a mission is by hustling pool, and he's really good with a pool cue (insert standard phallic symbol joke here.)

(I would like Con to insert his surly stick in me; unfortunately, he doesn't swing that way, and I probably shouldn't include my personal observations in a book review.)

(Screw you, this is my review, I can say what I want, and I want that stick.)

(Put a little English on that, my brother.)

(Stop. Just stop.)

Con's talent with pool often lands them in hot water with the locals as they travel across the country. Quinn keeps trying to make him stop, finally punishing Con with a timeout in a back alley.

On his knees.

With his sweet, surly lips on Quinn's peen.

Because that's TOTALLY gonna make Con stop hustling. (No, it TOTALLY won't, but who cares. BJs for life, man!).

If you're a little missish (like me) about hardcore D/s scenes, don't worry. There are no ball gags and rubbery spit strings here...though there might've been some verra, verra creative use of a leather bracelet and someone's testicles...

Quinn's more about controlling things, like Con's wicked dick, and Con coming in his pants, and Con licking...well, I think you get the picture. Yes, let's all take a moment to enjoy this picture.

Both men have their issues--Quinn's long-time lover died and he's still harboring some anger; some tv execs want him to have his own tattoo-related reality show, but he just wants to be a rolling stone that gathers no semen.

Con had a rough childhood, hustling pool with his lowlife father. (Sad clown.)

(That's a little creepy.)

(Yes, it is creepy. Let's go with the sad trombone instead.)

These two alphaholes get to know each other through rim jobs (What? Doesn't everyone?), tattoos, polite topping and bottoming ("I do believe it was your turn to come in hot." "Oh, no. I do believe it was your turn to go in at ramming speed."), prostate massages, and that one thing...oh, yeah, TALKING LIKE ADULTS.

So poignant.

So heart wrenching.

And so FUCKIN' HOT. Let's not forget the most important thing.

Bring your vagina-bib because dripping may be involved. Two peens up--one for each guy--in this book.