A strange wave of shyness flew over Liam #MMromance #PNR from WIP Blonde for #midweektease

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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