It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have the last snippet from my
NaNoWriMo MF hockey romance book, Blueline,
Venom #6. In this excerpt Helen and Bob are finally alone in a hunting
cabin in the Manitoba wilds.
Our word prompt today is “Frost”.
This story may have 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!
“Well,
there are cougars.” He waggled a ruddy eyebrow. I shook my head and shut the
car door. “No, seriously, there are cougars.” I pointed a finger at him in
warning. “The four-legged ones.”
“Really?”
“Really.
So don’t wander off without me along, or a gun at your side.” He went around
the back of the Jeep to gather our bags. I squinted into the woods.
“Anything
else?” I couldn’t see any big cats but that didn’t mean anything. Cats were
stealthy.
“The
usual. Elk, coyotes, lynxes, hares, porcupines, beavers, moose.” He walked past
as he talked, our bags in his hands. “Don’t need to worry about the hares and
porcupines. Elk or moose either this time of year. Fall rut bull moose and
elk can be kind of touchy. There’s some bison over in the park but they’re in
an enclosure. Oh! Bears. Yeah, there are black bears too. I think that’s it.”
He shouted over his shoulder then disappeared into the cabin.
“Great,
so bunnies are the only cuddly woodland creatures in this whole province.”
“There’s
me here.” Bob reappeared in the doorway. “I’m cuddly.”
“That
you are.”
We
set into getting the cabin livable for a city slicker like me. Bob hauled the
cooler of food inside. Away from the bears. Then we opened the windows and
swept out the cobwebs and dead flies. Bob killed a mouse that had made its home
in the kitchen pantry. I put clean sheets on the double bed, then threw a thick
cover over the sheets.
“Where
do we wash up?”
“Kitchen
sink.” He jerked his red head at the double sink. “Water pump is outside next
to the outhouse. Cold as the ice on a frost
giant’s balls.”
Arms
folded over my chest, I assessed the one room cabin. Fresh air blew in, the
dust was gone, and the mouse was no more. Overall, for a couple days, I guessed
I could rough it.
Bob
slid up behind me, his arms going around my waist, and began nibbling the nape
of my neck.
“You
look hot as hell when you stand there like that.”
“Like
what? With my arms crossed?” His lips moved up my neck, to the hairline, and
then back down to where the collar of my tank top rested on my back. His tongue
ran up my jugular as I leaned back into him. His arms were magical at times.
Strong yet tender.
“Mm-hmm.”
He was growing intent on his mission to seduce me, and foolish woman that I am,
I felt myself slipping into the spell of this remote cabin and the endearing
man holding me tightly. “Or with them dangling. Or with them around me.”
His
hands now roamed over my stomach, pressing into the firm muscles, creeping
higher and higher until his palms rested over my breasts. Fire leaped inside
me, making me arch slightly into his hands.
“The
door is open,” I reminded him as his fingers found and toyed with my nipples.
“Chipmunks
won’t mind,” he murmured against my neck.
He
must have sensed my growing unease because he ground his erection into my ass
as he pinched and rolled my nipples, his lips and tongue leaving a hot, wet
path that now trailed down to my shoulder.
“We
can shut it if you want,” he whispered as me dropped light little pecks along
my bicep. “I’ll do whatever you want, Helen, I just got to have you. It’s been
so long, and I love you so much.”
Well
damn. How could a woman resist that? I wiggled round in his arms, plastered my
mouth to his, and rolled my hip bone over his hard cock.
“You
saying yes? This is good? Your knee up to some hot stuff?” His brown eyes
burned hot now as he looked into my eyes.
“Yes,
this is good, and my knee is fine with hot stuff as long as I don’t have to
kneel.”
“I’ll
do all the worshipping today.” We fumbled with each other’s clothing as we
licked and tasted the others mouth. His hands were big, rough, yet tender as
they moved over each bit of flesh he exposed. I ran my hands over his
shoulders, his thick arms, and then back into his hair, taking fistfuls of the
soft, foxy strands when we tumbled back into the bed. He landed on me, his leg
between mine, his weight supported with strong locked arms.
“Bob…”
I could feel his gaze dropping to my breasts, and then he’d want to see lower,
expose me to the brilliant Manitoba sun falling on us through the open doorway.
The air was sweet with dry grass and Bob’s cologne.
“I’ll worship you today,” he softly
repeated, mouthing at my collarbone, the one that still carried a faint bruise.
Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey
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9 comments:
Welcome to rural Canada. Great description. Love the way you used the prompt!
Ooh! Time for the sexy stuff! I love this guy. He's so warm and protective and loving. I can't wait to read more!
Thanks for the kind words ladies!
very sexy last two paragraphs! AND I laughed at your use of the prompt. Well done!
Tee-hee. Thanks, Jillian!
Fabulous scene! So hot, but the description -- I felt like I was right there. I'm loving this story. Can't wait to read the book.
Great scene! Hot and tender. Love the frost giant reference.
Thanks everyone!
Another steamy one! Love your use of the prompt. You come up with the BEST expressions!
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