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Today we have a snippet from the third Cayuga Cougars MM hockey romance book, Coach’s Challenge. In this excerpt, Vic has just returned home after a bit of a tiff with Dan.
Our word prompt today is “Bike”.
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!
“I just want to hold you for now, okay?” I closed my eyes and breathed him in.
“God yeah, for sure. I was scared you went…somewhere other than the woods.”
“Like Lou’s Pub a few blocks over?”
“Thanks for the honesty. I thought about it,” I whispered over his jugular. I felt him stiffen a bit. “Thought real hard about it but I ended up sitting beside a puddle filled with rotting acorns and a dead toad. Which, you know, says a lot about where my head and life is right now.”
“Puddles are good places for thinking.” He pulled back a bit then reached up to swipe at something on my cheek. “Mud,” he said then showed me the smear of wet dirt on his thumb. Our gazes locked and I had to kiss him. I had to. I might have died if our lips hadn’t met. And holy fuck, that kiss. It was like locking lips with a nuclear reactor. Everything that Dan and me were was in that kiss. His lips parted and I slid in, sweeping hotly into his mouth, sucking on his fat lower lip, rolling my tongue over his until we were both mad with emotions we probably couldn’t explain if our lives depended on it.
We did make it to the bedroom – with only a slight stumble over a tiny bike - before we fell on each other like starving jackals. This is how it has always been with him and me. Match meet tinder. He didn’t seem to care that I was muddy or rumpled, or that I was the poster boy for mental problems, or that I touched him too roughly at times.
“I need you inside me, Vic,” he groaned.
Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey
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