It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from Defending the House, Watkins Glen Gladiators #2, releasing in 2023.
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!
I stared at the text in wide eyed wonder.
Would you like to be my date at a team party tomorrow night? ~ Carson
I looked around the kitchen wishing someone was here so they would ask me why I was now bouncing up and down with my phone in my hands.
Third date. Oh my great gods. We were at date number three. The sex date.
I’m not sure I like that this decree you set up at fourteen. Shouldn’t we base when we sleep with a man on other more meritorious things than some arbitrary third date dictum set up by a randy teenager?
Tough chops conscious, them be the rules. Date three is the sex date. And I really want to see his dick.
I glanced down at my phone and typed out a reply.
Yes! Please that sounds fun! Where and what time? ~ Criswell
Pick you up at seven. It’s Halloween so you’ll need a costume. Still want to go? ~ Carson
Oh poop. Well, I’d have to dig through the totes in the closet and toss something together. I was brilliant and had a brother who could make a runway look from the dollar bin at the thrift shop.
I’ll B waiting 4 you looking fantabulous. ~ Criswell
You always look fantabulous. See you at seven. ~ Carson
He added four red hearts. Oh, my gods, I might faint. Instead of swooning I raced out of the kitchen, leaving the bowl of chips behind, and skidded into the living room where Benji and Bethany – The B Twins as I liked to call them – were spread out on the sofa watching someone on YouTube playing a video game. They both looked up.
“You okay?” Benji asked, pausing the video. Bethany sat up, pushed her dreads from her face, and studied me closely.
“You do look kind of…goofy,” she said then got a nod from my brother. “Like you had a spider in your shorts.”
“Okay, so…” I paraded around our small living room, my slippers slapping my soles, nearly skipping I was so giddy. “I met this incredible man a few weeks ago.”
They both squealed and grabbed me by the wrists to yank me to the sofa. I giggled madly and kicked my feet into the air.
“Tell us all about him,” Benji insisted, lost in an oversized flannel shirt that he had pulled on with a pair of ratty jeans and clumpy work boots. He appeared to be feeling masc lumberjack today, a look that I thought was cute as hell.
“Don’t leave anything out. We’re going to live our lives through you as our romantic selves are dead fish.” Bethany made a fishy face, full lips opening and closing, dark eyes bulging.