Hi,
Hope all has been fine over the last week. Mine’s been
busy. I got the book Revealed By Love up for pre-release. It will go live on
Kindle and in Kindle Unlimited on Jan. 1m 2018. (Lord is it truly weeks a way?)
With that being setup and ready to go, I’ve been focusing on editing another
revised book of mine. But . . . Today is Flash Fiction Scene. Not sure where
this came from, but it came to my mind and I had to get it out , so I could
move onto some more edits.
Hope you enjoy this week’s scene and remember to
Let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia
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Note This is an unedited scene
M/M ADULT CONTENT
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Randal shook His head. His mouth had to be hanging open.
What he witness was inhumanly possible. No one could turn from a tall, muscle
bound man into . . . What was . . . “Scott?”
The large black dog . . no, what stood in front of him
wasn’t a dog. It was larger than a wolf. What had Scott turned into.
The area around Scott began to fade red, as it had
minutes ago, and consumed the massive animal’s body, leaving behind a naked Scott
kneeling.
Randal found himself speechless. Who wouldn’t when the
objective of their eyes finally stood naked in front of him. Man sure lived up
to Randal’s image of him. He shook his head. Wasn’t time to focus on the broad
shoulders. Tight chest muscles that remain motionless with each breath Scoot
took. Wide smooth back blocked Randal from seeing what he’d long to stoke,
swallow, and feel thrust into him.
“Randal?” Scoot stood fast, fluently and rushed over to
him.
Damn, his cock was thicker than any other he’d seen over
the last ten years of being an out Gay man. Better yet, it was more an anaconda.
How could it not be? Scott’s dick was firm and waving at his stomach. Wait . .
. Firm? Nope. Scott was aroused.
“Randal, talk to me. Are you okay?”
Hands feathered across his chest, around his head, and
down his arms.
“There’s no outward marks, but did that beast break skin
anywhere else?”
Scott knew Randal was asking a question, and from the way
he kept gawking over Randal’s skin he was scared for some reason. The other
larger than normal wolf had charged him, but Randal nailed him in the side
before he could get with an arms length. He was fine, more than. The most majestic
sight stood in front of him, devour him with his eye, even if Randal only did so to ensure himself his best friend
had not been harmed.
Fingers snapped in front of him. “Hey,” a hand lifted
his chin.
“What?”
“I need you to tell me if any skin was broken?”
“No.” Randal’s eyes drifted back down to the much longer
and purpling cock swaying free in front of Scott.
“What are . . . Shit.” Scott’s hands covered his
privates. “Sorry.”
“Why?” Randal reached out and took hold of Randal’s
wrist. “I liked what I was seeing.”
“You was?”
“Boy, yes.”
Scott let him tugged his hand free and took a step
closer. “What would you do with it?”
“Lots of amazing activities could come with me
manhandling that beauty.” His hand slid around and down Scott’s cock, pumping
him twice, getting a loud moan out of him. “You like.”
“God, yes.” Scott thrust into his next stroke. “You have
the perfect hands for that.”
“Have the perfect mouth too.” Randal winked at him. “I
would take it all the way down my throat. “Take all the hard thrusting you
could send my way.”
Scott groaned, pressing his chest out.
“Bet those nipples of yours love to be tortured as much
as your cock.”
“More than.” Scott leaned in, stopping only when his
lips were a mere inch away from him. “Can I?”
“I’m yours.” He had no idea why he was going down this
path with his best friend, but it felt right. Not like Scott hadn’t been the
man haunting his dream since he turned eighteen.
“That you are.” Scott was a hair away from his lips when
a loud rumble filled the air.
Scott spun around, growling back, but it stopped before
it took on a full force rumble. “Sorry, Sir.”
“No. I’m sorry.” The tallest man Randal every saw strode
up to them.
Randal stepped in front of Scott, pushing him backwards.
“I mean your mate no harm.”
“Mate?”
“Ah,” the stranger nodded. “You have not had time to
fill your mate in.”
“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“No reason to apologize.” The man crossed his arm. “We
caught the rouge five miles from here.”
“Great. Did you find out why he came after Randal?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Scott?”
“Yes. He believed Scott was encroaching on his man.”
“What? I never . . .”
Scott wrapped an arm around him. “I know, baby. I know.”
Baby? Oh man. As much as Randal loved where things had
been going a minutes ago, being called baby, by Scott kind of poured a bucket
of water on him. He had longed for Scott for years, but never believed he had a
chance. Then, Scott was doing more than giving his chance. He was openly declaring
affection for him.
“You okay, Baby?” Scott’s hand brushed across his
stomach.
“I will leave you two. It seems you still have some
major explaining to do.”
“Yes, Sir, I do.”
Randal liked that the man was leaving, but he wasn’t
sure how much he would like to hear whatever explanation the man mentioned.
“Let’s take a seat.”
Randal squared his shoulders and walked over to the
fallen log, sitting down and patting his lap. “To protect your skin.”
“I . . . For this it would be best if I sat beside you.”
Okay, he’d changed his mind again. Looked as if the
thrill of the moment was gone and he was going to be rejected by his best
friend. Shit. How would he manage to be at his besties side after he kicked him
to the side.
“Hey,” Scott tilted his head, placing a light kiss over
his dry lips. “I want to be in your lap, but I want us both to have a level
head while we discuss us.”
“Us?”
“Yes. Us.”
“Okay. Let’s get down to it.”
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