It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have one last snippet from Last Defense, Harrisburg Railers #5, an
MM hockey romance book coauthored with RJ Scott. Next week I’ll have a new book
rolling so as RJ and I will have finished with this story.
Our word prompt today is “Twig”. This
scene takes place after something rather traumatic happens. What that is
remains a secret until the book comes out on 5/16. *wink*
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!
“Ben, I’ll be right here. You’ll be safe. Sleep.” He ran his
fingers along my jaw. Bucky licked my face. Max turned off the light and pulled
the drapes shut. I vaguely heard him calling to the dog. That was all I
remembered. I think Max woke me up to swallow some pills. Then there was heat
on both sides of me: man on the left and dog on the right. Nothing much wiggled
in after that. When I woke up I was facing my dog.
“Hey, Winter Soldier.” I reached out to pet him and grimaced.
Ouch. Man, flesh wounds hurt big time. Bucky leaped down from the bed, ran in
circles while barking, and then jumped back up while I was slowly working on
sitting up. I heard someone heavy coming up the stairs. Max flew into the room
like Satan was nipping on his heels, beautiful eyes wide.
“Why is he barking?” Max asked. Bucky yipped a greeting to my
lover then flopped down next to me.
“He’s happy I woke up, I guess.”
Max’s entire body exhaled in relief. “Scared me. I thought…well, I
thought something had happened or someone--,” he shook that off, looking
brittle as a dry twig. “Not
important. You look better.”
“Yeah, I feel better, I guess.” I glanced at the clock beside the
bed. It was five after five. No wonder I felt rested.
“You want something to eat?”
“In a bit. Now I want a shower and a toothbrush.” I pushed to my
feet and Max was right there. “I’m good. Really. It’s just a flesh wound,” I
said in my best Monty Python manner.
He wrapped me into a hug that I stayed in for a long, long time.
Bucky snuffled at our legs, doing his best to wiggle in between us.
“Silly pooch,” Max smiled, reaching down to scratch Bucky behind
an ear. “Go shower. Dinner’s covered. We’ll eat and then we’ll talk.”
“I love you.” I just wanted to say it because it needed said.
Often. Every day, hell every hour if possible.
“I love you too.” He kissed my brow then padded off, Bucky opting
to stay with me as I showered and pulled on some clean briefs, shorts, and a
soft tank top. Lowering and raising my arm hurt. I was not action hero
material, I guess.
When I stepped into my tiny kitchen a big man was putting plates
on the table. Just two plates but my gosh there had to be twenty casserole
dishes scattered over the counters. I threw Max a befuddled look. He shrugged.
“The Rose of Beulah congregation has been busy.”
“Well I guess so,” I murmured as I studied the pans of lasagna,
chicken casserole, tuna casserole, red beans and rice, and macaroni and cheese.
Pies and cakes were stacked up by the coffee pot which, praise be to Jesus, was
full of fresh coffee.
Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey
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6 comments:
Great post. Love how excited the dog is. Best of luck with this book.
Thank you, Susanne!
I love that the church people gave food! Great piece of descriptive writing of the aftermath and his beginning his recovery. The dog always adds so much. Great job, as always.
Love that hug! I'm glad coffee was there for him. I know just how he feels about that.
Noooooo! You and Jean, both of you leaving us while we're still wanting more of the story. Now we have to wait until May??
I love how Max is taking care of him. Well, and Bucky too!
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