Wednesday, 4 March 2015

He didn't look like someone used to getting rejected #MidWeekTease #amwriting #MMRomance

Welcome back to Mid-Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.
It's time to treat you to more from my current work-in-progress.
I'm so glad y'all enjoyed last week's tease, so I've followed on from there for this week.
This is still a first draft so please pardon any errors.

"I'm not interested."
"I bet I could make you interested." He leaned across and settled his hand on my thigh.
Tingles shot up my leg straight to my balls.  Stifling a groan, my body tensed as I fought for control. This boy set my veins alight with very little effort. My response to him left me speechless for a moment as he smirked at me as if he knew exactly how he made me feel.
"Move along, pretty boy," I growled.
He stiffened, sat up straight. "I'm not a boy. I'm twenty-one."
"Still not my type."
From his wounded expression he didn't look like someone used to getting rejected.
"Whatever. Your loss." He stood and turned away.
The way the trousers hugged his ass as he walked away made me even harder, if that was possible.
I tossed my drink back, determined not to regret dismissing him. I was looking for just a hook up, not a relationship. There was something I'd seen in his gaze that awakened my protective instincts. If I allowed him one night, I wasn't sure I'd be able to let him go. And that would only lead to danger. For him.
My eyes followed his progress and soon he engaged in conversation with another, a big tattooed man who looked like he could crush Carl in his hands. I shifted in my chair and my body stiffened. Did the boy have a death wish or what?
I ordered another drink, ignoring them as they headed in the direction of the exit. The knot in my stomach didn't go away. When the waiter brought my drink, I growled at the persistent niggling in my mind, tossed some notes on the table and headed for the door.
I stepped into the warm night, looked left and right before heading in the direction of some dark alleys I'd seen earlier. The man Carl had followed out didn't look like the book-a-room type of guy. I gambled that he planned to get down and dirty out here on the grimy streets. I didn't go far before I heard the voices.
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