It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have a snippet from the third Harrisburg Railers MM hockey romance book, Deep Edge, that I’m coauthoring with Rj Scott. In this excerpt, Trent is having some troubles trying to come to grips with this wild new passionate thing growing between himself and Deiter.
Our word prompt today is “Box”.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
“He sent me a text that said, ‘It’s done’. Just that. Just those two words. What the flying fuck does that mean? Is he in rehab? In the hospital? Hockey players,” I huffed and gave the ceiling of my rink a sour look as I kept talking. “So, I called Adler Lockhart who tells me that he’s having surgery. Which is good, he needs to attend to his knee, but what about the pain afterward? He looked sober when he was here yesterday but…well, yeah, but. And now I’m even more lost and confused because every damn fiber of my being is screaming at me to go to Harrisburg and see him, you know?”
The Tennant Rowe bobblehead Layton and the Railers had presented me with bobbled its head in reply. Wonderful. So helpful. I should shove it back into its box.
“Do you think I should?” I lifted the tiny resin figure from my lap and shook it. It just bobbled as any good bobblehead should. I sighed and set it down on the cold, plastic seat beside me, right next to the check I’d also gotten from the Harrisburg Railers in attendance. The players who’d come to this debacle of a training session/reality show had handed me a personal check for ten thousand dollars for the rink, the real Tennant Rowe trying to put the check into my palm just two hours ago, before they’d left to return to their lives for the rest of the summer.
“What you’re doing here is important,” he’d said as I tried to gracefully not take their money.
“Showing a bunch of orangutans how to shave a few milliseconds off their time?”
The group gathered around me had chuckled.
“No, what you’re doing with the kids. Giving them a haven, a place to train without being judged or hated on. That’s the important thing.” He pressed the check into my chest. And held it there, right over my fluttering heart. How had I gotten so attached to this pod of apes so quickly? They’d certainly showed me that not all hockey players were lumbering cretins bent on humiliating the little figure skater with the perfectly applied eyeliner and gloss. Imagine that. Giving people a chance and not judging on past experiences. What a novel concept.
“And turning us all onto Pilipino food,” Arvy chimed in.
“Good Pilipino food,” Stan enthused. Another round of laughter.
“I’ll be happy to take this for the children. Thank you.” I hugged Tennant and Jared then went down the line, giving each of them a hug and a soft kiss on the lips. Not a sexual kiss just a friendly one. The sexual kisses were reserved for the Railer that wasn’t here.
Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey & Rj Scott
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