Crawl in Bed with Melanie Tushmore
*crawls into bed* Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Definitely cotton, or we'll
slip off the bed!
Excellent point. I don't quite get the point of silk sheets. What are you wearing?
A lot of layers, it's cold
here.
Cagey, you are. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Haldiki olives and bombay
Hmmm... Olives and chocolate, interesting combination. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
The Vicar.
ROFL. Now, you know that's going to make me want to open the drawer more! Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers
off during the night?
Half and half. Depends how
many cats are sharing the bed.
Cats? Try sharing with a Great Dane. Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
No, but you can put them on
my cats!
LOL. Will they sharpen their claws on my feet? What are we reading?
The Price of Falling by
Melanie Tushmore
The Price of Falling by Melanie Tushmore
Available at Amazon
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more info www.melanietushmore.co.uk
The Price of Falling - Excerpt
Jason looked up as I held the
drinks out to him. The sly smile crept back onto his lips as he took one in
each hand and swung back the shot of whiskey. He placed the empty glass in my
hand and held onto the beer.
“Thanks,” he smiled, eyes
dancing. Then he turned around, clearly about to ignore me and leave me
standing there holding an empty glass.
“Hey, hang on,” I said, reaching
out to grip his arm without even thinking. “I want to talk to you.”
Jason turned back with a stern
face. He looked me dead in the eye, then pointedly down at my hand on his arm.
I swiftly released my grip, my hand retreating. Jason looked back up at me.
“You're crowding me, jock. Get
lost.”
“No,” I said, as a sudden
determination took over. “I'm not leaving until you answer my question.”
Jason frowned slightly in what
seemed like genuine thought then asked, “What question?”
I leaned in closer to him, not
wanting his friends nearby to hear us. I could see a couple of them looking at
me, talking behind their hands. Probably wondering what I was doing here.
To Jason I repeated the question
I asked a few days ago, “What do you do?”
He rolled his eyes then gave a
small laugh. “That's for me to know and you to find out, jock.”
“Why won't you tell me?” I
pressed, starting to feel frustrated.
Jason simply smiled again and glanced
over at the pool game, making out like he wasn't interested in talking to me.
“I've got money,” I said, not
sure what else to do.
This got his attention though;
Jason snapped back to look at me, frowning again.
“Good for you,” he said,
sounding annoyed. He swigged back some beer and started to walk away. I noticed
a couple of his friends watch the departure, but they didn't leave their game.
I decided I didn't care if they looked or not and followed Jason as he
sauntered over to a pin ball machine.
“Jason...” I started, not sure
what I should say.
He looked at me, then glanced at
the pin ball machine he was standing in front of, raising his eyebrows
momentarily. He seemed to be waiting for something.
“What?” I asked, oblivious.
Jason rolled his eyes. “Put a
quarter in, dummy,” he said, taking another swig of beer and placing the bottle
on top of the machine.
“Oh, sure.” I fumbled in my
pocket for change. I wondered why yet again I got a small thrill from obeying
an order from him. As I dropped a couple of quarters into its slot the machine
whirred to life with flashing lights and loud bells.
“Alright!” Jason exclaimed,
shrugging off his jacket and throwing it on the floor. He gripped at the sides
of the machine and leaned over, concentrating on the balls and paddles.
I stood next to him and watched,
not quite sure what to do. Instead of watching the game I watched his face,
illuminated by the red and orange flash of the lights. Even though he seemed
pretty drunk he played the game well and got over five hundred points before he
lost the ball. He swore, then glanced over at me before he released the next
ball.
“So what d'you want, jock?” he
asked me.
“It's Mike,” I said.
Jason snorted again. “So what do
you want, Mike?” He released the shutter and the ball entered the game,
ringing and whooping as he snapped the paddles.
“Well, I wanted-” The machine
clanged loudly as I tried to speak. “I wanted to know what you do.”
Jason, still staring down at his
game, raised one shoulder in a shrug. “I dunno,” he answered, as if
considering. “What d'you want? You want me to suck you off?”
My heart leapt into my throat as
I tried to answer. Jason's sudden change had shocked me but the heat travelling
down to my groin answered the question.
“You do that?” I managed to get
out.
Jason's eyes flickered up at me.
“Duh,” he said simply, going back to his game.
End of excerpt.
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