Midweek tease is from E.D.Parr's WIP romantic erotica, MM shifter romance
Blonde
What would
you think if the guy you were dating raced off every night before midnight and
would never say why? Would you succumb to the urge to follow him one night?
Liam Hale
can’t believe his luck when he meets the man of his dreams, Karl Oberon.
Hunky Karl
is the sexiest man Liam has ever met, but his mysterious disappearances start
to tease. Gorgeous Liam is the only man Karl has ever wanted.
Together
they spark and sizzle with passion, but Karl doesn’t know how to tell Liam why
he races away. Maybe keeping Liam’s mind off the question with mind-blowing
erotic encounters will work?
Liam Hale
lounged against the bar cradling his cold glass. He swished the dark golden
liquid around the remaining ice cubes and raked the room with hungry eyes.
Milo, the
bartender, drew a beer across from Liam.
“On the hunt
again, Liam? Not many to choose from yet.”
Liam turned
his tall frame in a leisurely roll to face Milo. “It’s early and Monday. I should be home prepping for a presentation tomorrow … but…”
Milo snorted
a laugh. “But you’re here, darling, looking for Mr. Right. Nice shirt.” He
flounced off holding the frosty glass of draught beer as if it was treasure.
Liam watched
him set the glass down on a paper napkin in front of the customer. He liked
Milo. The guy camped it up, and stuck with that persona. Liam hid his
homosexuality behind a hard muscled body, straight persona, dark CK business
suits, and sharp cut hair. Liam had to look down at his shirt to remember what
he was wearing. He’d taken his tie off and stuffed it into his jacket pocket as
he entered the building. He’d worn his pink Ralph Lauren shirt. Sometimes he
dressed in the morning in a fog of sleep deprivation. Often lonely, Liam would
seek solace in late night movies or work.
Liam drank
the last of his bourbon and placed the glass on the bar. He gestured at Milo
who danced to the dulcet and much loved voice of George Michael that drifted
through the speakers situated above the bar counter. The bar always played CD
music if there was no guest band. Liam liked that. The bar held a cool and yet
welcoming ambiance. It was the only bar he knew for sure where none of his
business friends would show up and that made it his favorite haunt.
Milo spun
toward him.
“I’ll settle
up, Milo—better make tracks home.” Liam paid for his drink. He waved the change
from his ten-dollar note away leaving it as a tip, and turned to leave.
A burst
of interest spiked through him as his gaze alighted on a man entering the wide
arched doorway. Liam wasn’t usually into blondes, but this man captured his
attention. His heartbeat increased as the man approached the bar. Liam couldn’t
recall ever having a nervous reaction to a guy he’d never met, nor spoken to
before, and he equated the rapid beat of his heart with the way his body
betrayed him every time he made a presentation at work.
Frozen in
his intent to exit the bar, Liam stood alongside the square of dance floor and
a half-naked guy twirled in front of him gyrating and thrusting his hips with a
smile.
“Hi, Liam.”
Liam flicked
his gaze from the washboard torso of the dancer to his face.
He frowned
as he greeted the guy. “Hey, how’re you doin’?” Liam had no idea who this was,
but since the man knew his name, he felt obliged to smile as he sidestepped and
headed for the safety of the tables and chairs set up away from the dance
floor.
Liam found
an empty table, but didn’t take a seat. He grabbed the back of the chrome and
faux leather chair and gazed at the blonde who now chatted with Milo as he took
a distinctive green larger bottle from the bartender’s hand.
Liam drank
in the sight of the tall man’s rear view. He wore denim jeans and a tear high
on the back of his thigh revealed lightly tanned skin. His shirt fell only
halfway down his hips, and Liam heaved a sigh as he detected a hard muscled ass
beneath the blue fabric of the gorgeous guy’s pants.
Liam looked
away for only a moment. When he raised his eyes again the man had turned and
now gazed right at him. A strange wave of shyness flew over Liam. He couldn’t
tear his eyes from the dark gaze aimed at him, and yet fear prickled down his
spine. He traced the planes of the handsome man’s face with worry creasing
between his eyes, and then in a rapid move he released his grip on the chair,
and strode from the bar onto the sidewalk.
The
mid-summer air had cooled with nightfall. Liam gulped it in as he opened an
extra button on his shirt. He pulled at the collar as his heart raced. Fuck me. He’s hot as hell. But what’s wrong with me, shaking like a newbie? I’m
not even into blonde guys. Liam took off, striding along the sidewalk until
he saw a cab. He hailed it with an outstretched arm, while balancing on the curb.
Copyright recorded E.D.Parr July 2017 to be released by Evernight Publishing
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