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Crawl in bed with Andrew Grey

Crawling Into Bed With

Andrew Grey

And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?  Cotton for me.  I love soft and comfy.

What are you wearing?  Nothing at all.   Perfect for cuddling and… other activities.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?  I rarely eat in bed.  It makes the sheets scratchy, but before bed, we fed each other apple spice cake with cream cheese frosting.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?  Oh god.  You’ll find all kinds of crap including a few toys, lube, old papers and anything else I don’t want visitors to see. 

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? Neither.  I often shift during the night but if I get cold, I either curl close or turn up the electric blanket so we both stay toasty warm

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?  Hell no.  No one put their cold parts on me.  In fact, I’m the one with cold feet and I’ll put them in all kinds of creative places to keep them warm, so be nice because pay backs are a bitch, especially when it comes to cold feet.  LOL

What are we reading? Right now, we’re reading parts of A Helping of Love.  I’m working on the follow up (A Slice of Love) and I need to make sure I have some of the details that need to fit with the other story correct.    If you’re good, I’ll read the sexy parts to you out loud to make sure things get going nicely.  Imagine your own person audiobook read by the author.

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Excerpt:

Peter promised he would and hurried home as fast as the weather would allow. Once he arrived, he spent nearly an hour getting out of his wet clothes, drying off, and getting into dry things. He also dried off his wet chair and got on the road again. Thankfully, the rest of his day went better, and by the time he’d made all his calls, the skies had cleared. Peter decided he needed some exercise, so he stopped at home to change and get a different chair. He drove to the local high school and parked near the running track, getting out his chair—this one sleek and sturdy, custom-made for him. Peter slid into it and wheeled himself toward the running surface.

Getting into position, he began moving forward, his arms propelling the wheels on the racing chair. As he picked up speed, his chest, shoulders, and back came into play, and he zoomed around the banked oval. The chair was weighted for him and could turn on a dime. As he picked up speed, Peter’s blood raced through his body, heart pumping life through him. After a while, it felt as though he were flying around the oval, arms and chest throbbing, letting him know they were being worked. He passed a runner in a blur and continued moving, staying in one of the middle lanes, out of the way.

Peter kept moving, passing a few more runners and staying in the groove. Breathing through his nose and mouth, he reveled in the exercise, trying not to think about how he’d been before a drunk driver changed his life forever. But that was a while ago, and Peter pushed it away. It wasn’t hard, not out here in the evening air, passing runners like they were standing still. Twenty minutes, half an hour, forty-five minutes, each milestone passed with a small beep of his watch. Once he reached his goal, he slowed but continued moving to cool off. “Hey, dude, that was cool,” one of the runners called as he caught up with Peter, running as Peter kept pace with them.

“Thanks,” Peter said with a smile.

“Do you compete?” a familiar voice asked, and Peter glanced to the side to see Russ running along with the other guys.

“I want to, but I’m not sure I’m good enough yet,” Peter answered truthfully.

“I’d say you were. You looked like you were flying,” Russ told him, and as Peter slowed, he noticed that Russ did as well, the other guys getting ahead of them. “When I saw you, I wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn’t hurt your legs, did I?”

Peter shook his head. “I have a slight bruise, not from you, but nothing worse than that. It’ll heal in time, but I have to keep an eye on it. How’s your arm? Does it hurt?” Peter noticed that Russ was wearing a pressure bandage on each arm to cover his wrists.

“No,” Russ said, touching one of his wrists. “I’m a bit clumsy, I guess.”

Peter didn’t argue, and they came to a stop off to the side of the track. Russ was as covered in sweat as Peter, his white T-shirt almost translucent, small nipples almost visible.

“Russ, are you ready to go home?” a man called as he strode across the grass, dressed in what looked to Peter to be a tailored suit.

“Almost,” he answered before turning back to Peter. “I’ll talk to you later in the week, and I think you’re good enough to compete.” Russ smiled before turning and walking toward the man who Peter assumed was Barry. The large man looked impatient, and as Russ approached, Barry hustled him toward a white Corvette, where Barry appeared to throw a shirt at Russ, obviously afraid to get the seat of his “compensating for my small penis” sports car dirty. Curious, Peter watched Russ strip off his shirt, and he stifled a gasp at what looked like black-and-blue marks on Russ’s shoulder.

“The man’s an asshole,” one of the runners said from behind Peter. “If he got anywhere near me, I’d shove that Corvette up his ass.” Peter laughed at the other man’s joke and looked away after Russ pulled on the fresh shirt and got into the car. Barry started the engine, revving it as loudly as he could before pulling out, tires squealing.

Peter rarely hated someone on sight, but Barry fell into that category. His very demeanor screamed self-righteous, sanctimonious asshole. Well, that was none of Peter’s business. Russ seemed like a really nice guy, but he was taken. Not that he’d looked at Peter twice. No one seemed to. “You like him,” the kid next to him said. “It’s okay, dude, I like guys too.”

Peter turned away from watching where Russ and Barry had left. “Do you know Russ well?” Why couldn’t he stop thinking about Russ? He had someone already.

“Not really. He runs with us sometimes. The big dude always picks him up and acts like a superior asshole, but Russ is cool, always nice, if a bit quiet.” The kid said goodbye and walked back to where his friends had gathered, still recovering from their run. Peter held up his hand to the group, and they returned the gesture before turning as a group and walking across to the far side of the oval. Peter rolled to his car and drove home. He’d had a profitable day business-wise, but once again he was coming home to an empty house.

After his accident, Peter had lived with his parents, but he could see the burden of taking care of him was falling to his mother. And as her health deteriorated, Peter fought hard and long to become more and more independent. He got a job, bought himself a small house, and moved out on his own. Both his parents worried about him, but Peter needed to be self-sufficient. Before the accident, Peter had been an athlete, a track star with high hopes and dreams. All that ended when he’d opened his eyes in the hospital, unable to move his legs. Peter hadn’t given up, and he’d channeled his athletic discipline and drive into his recovery. When it became evident there was no hope for him to walk again, he threw himself into becoming as independent as possible. That independence had come with a price, and living alone seemed to be it.

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Tantalizing Tuesday #2 - My Unexpected Guest

Welcome readers to another Flash Fiction event!  

Tantalizing Tuesdays has a 200 word limit, and writers select their own photos. 

Here's my inspiration photo....*sighs* 

My Unexpected Guest 

"I'm not some too stupid to live heroine in a bloody horror movie!" He railed, glaring. Crystal tears trickled down his pale cheeks in defiance of his words.

I smiled. A pointed lingering visual journey from his high heeled leather boots, the delightfully tight denim jeans, the glitter of a ring at his bared navel, the too short, too tight shirt, brought me back to his beautiful face. His cheeks were bright red with emotion, and I let the mockery fade from my glance. He pleased me.

"Of course you aren't, my love. I would never have caught you if it weren't for my vast experience in these woods."

The hapless youth seated at my feet didn't seem any less alarmed.  The intensity of his gaze on my mouth charmed me. Oh yes..."The teeth." I sighed.

"What are you?" His breathy whisper sent shivers of awareness straight to my soul. His being spoke to me, and he didn't even know.

"I am time stopped, death gone astray." He stared, uncomprehending. "I am pain...and ecstasy." Leaning forward, I flicked his plump, soft lip with my tongue. "I am yours, for the length of your existence in this world...and then... you are mine."

Like my tease?  Check out the others!

Naomi Shaw: http://naomisfantasies.wordpress.com

Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com

Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/

Molly Synthia: http://mollysynthia.com

Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday/

Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.ca

Leann Mitchell http://leannmitchell.blogspot.com

Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.ca/

ER Pierce http://www.erpierce.com

Benjamin T. Russell http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com

Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/

Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/

Cassandre Dayne: http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/

Sherry Palmer: http://michellechatton.blogspot.ca/

Tired of being teased? 

Want something you can sink your teeth into? 

Check out Mark's Opening Gambit-

Teaser EXCERPT: 

Images of the last few hours flicked rapidly through his mind. He'd enjoyed himself. Every bit of the evening, from playing chess with Johnny to watching Mason orgasm in the front seat of the car, had been incredible. "Mason, I just can't. I can't tell you how bad it would be for me if my parents found out about this."

As he pulled the Jetta into the parking space next to Mark's BMW, Mason spoke again. "I swear, they won't find out. Honestly, Mark, I think this could really be something special between us. Give me a second chance?"

It was the temptation of that husky voice calling his name during orgasm, the sensual mastery of the kiss Mason pressed upon him, that caused him to agree. His capitulation was most emphatically not due to any emotional need to be with Mason.
"No more sex in public places?"

"No more public sex," Mason assented readily.

Mark regretted Mason's agreement as much as he regretted making the demand.

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Truth or Dare Give Away- WInner!

Our Winner is Shelley! 

Thank you to everyone who participated.  

Truth or Dare Give Away 

To recap: You match six pieces of dialogue to the person who said it. 

Email me the correct answers at lee(dot)brazil@ymail.com. 

Havan and I will conduct a random draw from among those who correctly match ALL six bits of dialogue to the correct character.

The winner will receive a signed paperback copy of Truth or Dare. 

(International players accepted, must leave contact email to win, must respond to notification of winning within seven days of April 29 or prize will be forfeit.)

I know- you all want to know the correct answers, right? 

Here you go

1. Brandon 

2. Terry 

3. Terry 

4. Mischa 

5. Trick 

6. Arden 

Lots of people sent in correct responses, but we could only have one winner, and held a random draw. 

The winner is:   

Remember you must respond to the email I sent within 7 days!