It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from Ryker, Owatonna U. Hockey #1, a new adult MM hockey romance novel I’m coauthoring with RJ Scott. Our word today is “Worn”.
In our snippet today, Jacob and his roommate and fellow Owatonna U. teammate, Ben, the starting goalie, have a little heart-to-heart. This excerpt is from Jacob’s POV.
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’m focused on the fact that I’m going to be late to work and get fired then I’ll be poor and unable to eat,” I replied, shoving to my feet. “Thanks though. I feel loads better.”
“You know what just might make you feel even better?” Ben looked up at me. I shrugged then went to my dresser to find some clean clothes, but they were few and far between. I needed to do laundry today too. Miserable to-do list never got any shorter.
“A raging drunk?” I said as I dug for clean socks and found two that didn’t match.
“Ah no, talking to Ryker and working out this twisted romance the two of you are caught up in.”
I looked over my shoulder, one black sock and one white sock in hand. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Go back to meditating and doing dog poses dude.”
“Mm-hmm, whatever. I’m just saying that if I had a man who looked like Ryker and was obviously as hot for me as he is for you, I’d be acting on that.”
I had to turn around to look at him now. “Uh, since when are you into dudes?”
“I’ve always been into just about anyone, I just don’t broadcast it. I like my guys a little older is all.”
“Ah, well okay. I’ll for sure meditate on all of that while I scrub pots and mop the floor.”
I opted to go without socks that day. As hard as I tried to not spend my eight-hour shift mulling over the blisters on my heels or Ryker I found myself wondering if maybe Ben had a point about Ryker, me, and the twisted mess that was, at one time, a beautiful romance about to burst into bloom. Fighting the attraction wasn’t working, if anything, it was grinding me down into the ground even deeper. I wanted him still. I’d never stopped wanting him. He brought light and energy and laughter to my life and those were good things. Things that every living thing needed. Things that I needed to survive this world that just kept piling more and more weight on me.
I spent hours staring at soap bubbles and seeing Ryker’s face in the foam. Perhaps if I cultivated this withered and worn relationship with Ryker I’d have someone to help carry the burdens. Oh man, and someone to make me smile again would be super fucking nice. Maybe we could at least be friends if nothing else since I’d probably killed any chance for something deeper.
Maybe instead of trying to choke it out like a weed I should give it a little sun and some fertilizer… I mean, I was a farmer after all. If I couldn’t make good feelings grow then who could?
Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey & RJ Scott
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