It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from The Christmas Rescue, Laurel Holidays #4.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
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!
We lay there quietly, fighting for air, until I found the energy to lift my chest up from the bed to look over at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his cheeks flushed, his hair a tangled mess that clung to the whiskers on his cheeks. The man was wrecked. And absolutely beautiful. I placed my hand on his chest, right over the patch of brown hair in the center, to feel his heart thumping away in his breast.
He opened his eyes, his head rolling to the right, his stormy gaze grabbing mine.
“What the hell did we just do?” he asked, his voice scratchy.
“We just had the most mind-blowing sexual encounter any men ever had at seven in the morning on Christmas day.” He stared at me. I felt the first fissures of concern. “You did think it was mind-blowing, right?”
Of course he thinks it was mind-blowing. You made him come without touching his dick. That’s some gold star extra chocolate milk at lunch as a reward for a job well done kind of work there. Kudos for topping the hell out of him, Decker!
He sat up, scrubbed at his face, and exhaled through his nose. “It shouldn’t have happened. I’m a traitor to everything my sister ever believed in.”
With that he left the bed, got dressed, and stepped gingerly out the door, the calls of the critters for their morning meals now loud in my ears. I rolled to my back, blew out a breath that puffed my cheeks, and stared at the ceiling.
“Well crap,” I grumbled to myself. Wasn’t that a candy cane bangle of a holiday slap in the face?