It’s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have an excerpt from Sugar and Ice, Arizona Raptors #4, written with RJ Scott. This will be the final snippet from this book as we’re just about done with it! So next week we’ll be sampling another novel.
Do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so 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!
“I’ll just have a beer, or…no, uhm, just some water with lemon.”
“Yes, of course. Sit.”
I scurried off into the kitchen to remove the garlic potatoes and chicken one dish meal I had prepared. With a big salad this was a perfect dinner for two athletes sitting down to talk. I placed the chicken on a trivet, moving around my kitchen to the fridge where I had the salad stored.
“So like, Taylor Swift, eh?” I looked up from the inside of my refrigerator to see Tate now in the kitchen. Did he never listen to directions? “You own every CD she ever made? Or did you miss her kindergarten Christmas concert?”
“Snooping is unbecoming,” I mumbled then pulled the big bowl of salad from the fridge. He chuckled. “My love for Taylor is a private matter.”
“Yeah well if you’re trying to hide something maybe you shouldn’t be so obvious.”
I knew that he meant that in reference to all the CDs and vinyl albums lined up on one long shelf on my bookcase. Or at least I thought he meant it in that manner. Hands filled with a cold glass bowl heaped with romaine and iceberg, radish slices, carrots, tiny bits of black olive, and a jar of buttermilk ranch dressing I stared at him openly, unable to form a sensible reply. Which was my standard operating procedure with Tate nearby.
“He kissed me,” I said for some bizarre reason. It was important that he know that I hadn’t initiated anything like I had with us. “For a song about tits.” He arched any eyebrow. “It was…you should have been there to understand it best. You…this thing with us, this attraction…it’s making me off-center. Wobbly. I think perhaps we should not act on our lusts anymore until after the season is over.”
“Uh-huh. Is that what you really want?” He walked over, took the salad, placed it on the island, and then planted himself right in front of me. “I’m not going to pressure you. I have enough shit to deal with let alone adding dating my team captain to the list.”
His eyes were lovely, truly. Thick sweeping lashes and eyes that were brown with flecks of gold, like those little Russian chocolate caramel candies everyone always wanted me to bring back to the states.
“You should be in the living room.”
“Hard to eat in the living room when the food is out here.”
“I have meat.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.”
I lunged for him at the same time he moved to me.
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Susanne Matthews says
Well done. Good luck with this. I enjoyed the scenes.
Jean C. Joachim says
I love that line, “I have meat.” LOL!! Such a great double entendre! Yes, dating the team captain can be dicey. You don’t want to wreck the team’s performance. Looking forward to seeing how these two are going to work it out.
Dry interesting. I loved the meat line lol.
Flossie Benton Rogers says
I was especially drawn to the paragraph of him describing being wobbly. That was a sweet disclosure, showing his vulnerability.
The meat comment made me giggle.
Wow! That got hot all of the sudden! I love how nervous his speech is when he’s trying to explain how he feels. Love these guys!