It’s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have a snippet from The Good Green Earth, Colors of Love #3.
Our word prompt today is “Bracelet”. This snippet begins after a particularly rough addiction meeting for Nate the previous night.
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The sun creeping into my face woke me. My eyes were gummy, my mouth mossy, and my neck stiff, yet, I didn’t move. Bran was splayed out beside me, his arm still resting on my shoulder. I’d wiggled downward during our few hours on the couch, and now had a firm stomach for a pillow. There were no traffic sounds or hungry gulls demanding attention out here like at my place. Just the wind wuthering through the leaves and a lilting chick-a-dee-dee-dee song from a nearby bird. I lay there for a while, inhaling the small of Bran Cavanaugh’s warm skin until I had to make a move.
I sat up slowly, rubbing at my neck, and looked down at the man I’d slept on. He was really a stunning man. Masculine and strong but with a softer feminine side, a nurturing part that led him to help fuckwits like me. The urge to taste and touch him was strong, but I’d not showered or brushed my teeth after last night’s upheaval of my guts.
“You okay with me taking a shower here?” I asked, placing a hand on his knee and shaking him awake. He blinked, yawned, smiled, and then moaned when he tried to sit up.
“My back…is kinked,” he groaned and winced. “Yes, please, go ahead. Into the master bedroom, sharp right. Towels are in the closet.”
I nodded and went off, swallowing down the question of why he sent me to his bath and not the main bath at the end of the hall. The bedroom was open and airy, rich log walls, thick blue carpeting, and a massive bedframe crafted out of wood. I paused at the footboard, staring at the oaken frame, my chest packed full of emotions that I couldn’t label.
“It’s okay, really.” Bran said behind me. I shook my head. “It’s just a bedframe, Nate. Lovely yes but just a frame. It’s time for me to do this.”
“But you loved him…” I wanted to touch the curved wood but didn’t dare.
“Yes, I did. And now I think I might be falling…I think I’m developing strong feelings for you. These emotions, they terrify and exhilarate me.” I looked over my shoulder at him. He was smiling a weedy kind of smile. “Too soon?”
“No, not at all. I just…will you join me? In the shower?”
He nodded and together we walked past the bed he’d shared with another man. I pulled him into the bathroom, my fingers on his wrist like a bracelet, and yanked at my clothes, my cock rigid and weeping when it was freed from my briefs. His fingers closed around me.
“Are you sure you want this right now?”
“Yes, so sure,” I said, wrapping my fingers around his and squeezing. “Get in the shower.”
Copyright 2019 ©by V.L. Locey
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