want a small life out of the public eye. I don't want to be a goddamned senator's son and lord forbid if he gets elected. That's what he wants. He never asked the rest of us. I want to be here. I want to play ball and teach kids how to play ball. I want to finish writing the goddamned book I started in May, and I want to be with you. I want to fuck you right now so bad it hurts. I want to wake up with you in the morning and fuck you again. I crave your kisses; I wake up at night wanting to feel your hands on me. I fell in love with you and I don't even know when. I loved you that night. So I ask you again, Deacon, are you in love with me?"
"Yes." The words were painful for him to say, Shelby could see it clearly, his fear, his longing. Everything he was feeling was right there on his face.
"That hurt didn't it?" He wanted to cry.
"Shit, Shelby, you have no idea." Deacon's chest heaved a little and he gripped the surface behind him as if it would hold him on his feet. "I've never felt like this. As if I'm going to suffocate, all the time, my chest hurts with it. I've never been in love before."
"Then we're even because I've never been loved before. Idolized and worshipped, but never loved."
"So what do we do now?"
"I don't know. I thought you would know. I sold my house yesterday. I'm sort of homeless now."
"I'll... No, that's no good, people will figure it out if you move in with me."
"I'll take that risk."
"I'm sorry, but I'm not about to deal with being the lover of the future president's gay son, Thursday, that is a deal breaker. Shit, don't look like that, I'm trying to find a way..." A strange look came over him then, his eyes going vacant. "Come with me."
He dragged him up the stairs to the third floor and pushed open the door. "I use it for storage right now, but this floor used to be a rental studio. It has a bathroom and its own entrance from the street. Of course, it needs some serious rehabbing but it could work. If you want it, that is."
Shelby stepped into the barren brick and concrete room with large windows. Dust made his eyes water. There was junk all over the place, but it was bigger than the apartment he and Holly had shared just down the street. "You don't mind?"
"I wouldn't have offered if I minded. Shit, Shelby, don't make me beg. I want you close by. I want you where I can have you whenever I want you. I want to know..."
"You want to know what? Come on, Deacon, don't leave me hanging like that. I don't think I can handle it right now. What do you want?"
"I want you to take me upstairs and make love to me. Christ, I'm turning into a girl."
Shelby closed the space between them, pressing his body to Deacon's, his breath hot against his ear as he whispered, "I thought you would never ask, Joe."
And then he kissed him for all he was worth right there in the dusty storage room on the third floor of a downtown bar by the name of Deacon's Place.
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Born and raised in the wilds of northwest Florida, I currently make my home in Mobile, Alabama where I attended the University of South Alabama. My interests are as diverse as the topics about which I write. I love to quilt, cook, and troll resale stores for bargains. I am currently learning to bake, but I don't have as much patience for it as I should. I write romance, spicy romance, spooky romance, suspenseful romance, and need an ice-pack romance. In my spare time... What was I thinking? I have no spare time.
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"Yes." The words were painful for him to say, Shelby could see it clearly, his fear, his longing. Everything he was feeling was right there on his face.
"That hurt didn't it?" He wanted to cry.
"Shit, Shelby, you have no idea." Deacon's chest heaved a little and he gripped the surface behind him as if it would hold him on his feet. "I've never felt like this. As if I'm going to suffocate, all the time, my chest hurts with it. I've never been in love before."
"Then we're even because I've never been loved before. Idolized and worshipped, but never loved."
"So what do we do now?"
"I don't know. I thought you would know. I sold my house yesterday. I'm sort of homeless now."
"I'll... No, that's no good, people will figure it out if you move in with me."
"I'll take that risk."
"I'm sorry, but I'm not about to deal with being the lover of the future president's gay son, Thursday, that is a deal breaker. Shit, don't look like that, I'm trying to find a way..." A strange look came over him then, his eyes going vacant. "Come with me."
He dragged him up the stairs to the third floor and pushed open the door. "I use it for storage right now, but this floor used to be a rental studio. It has a bathroom and its own entrance from the street. Of course, it needs some serious rehabbing but it could work. If you want it, that is."
Shelby stepped into the barren brick and concrete room with large windows. Dust made his eyes water. There was junk all over the place, but it was bigger than the apartment he and Holly had shared just down the street. "You don't mind?"
"I wouldn't have offered if I minded. Shit, Shelby, don't make me beg. I want you close by. I want you where I can have you whenever I want you. I want to know..."
"You want to know what? Come on, Deacon, don't leave me hanging like that. I don't think I can handle it right now. What do you want?"
"I want you to take me upstairs and make love to me. Christ, I'm turning into a girl."
Shelby closed the space between them, pressing his body to Deacon's, his breath hot against his ear as he whispered, "I thought you would never ask, Joe."
And then he kissed him for all he was worth right there in the dusty storage room on the third floor of a downtown bar by the name of Deacon's Place.
Author Bio
Born and raised in the wilds of northwest Florida, I currently make my home in Mobile, Alabama where I attended the University of South Alabama. My interests are as diverse as the topics about which I write. I love to quilt, cook, and troll resale stores for bargains. I am currently learning to bake, but I don't have as much patience for it as I should. I write romance, spicy romance, spooky romance, suspenseful romance, and need an ice-pack romance. In my spare time... What was I thinking? I have no spare time.
mercyceleste.blogspot.com/
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VISIT COBBLESTONE PRESS, LLC
WWW.COBBLESTONE-PRESS.COM
ROMANTIC FANTASIES FOR EVERY READER!
MAINSTREAM, SENSUAL, AND EROTIC ROMANCE
LIT, PDF, HTML, AND MOBI FORMATS AVAILABLE
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Visit www.cobblestone-press.com for information on additional titles by this and other authors.
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