“A Wonderful story about 2 *incredibly* likable guys. Not only are they negotiating their feelings/relationship – but they are also handling what life has thrown at them
Funny, sweet, touching, fun, and the requisite heat.” ~ 5 Stars Rugby8
They traded stories over their simple pasta dinner. Akash half expected the man to make a move—or to make one himself—but the evening had been too easy, too comfortable for it; they’d simply enjoyed the shared meal.
A sharp contrast to what Akash imagined a first date with Scottie might entail. The former rugby player had texted him four times since the night he’d stopped by uninvited, having stolen his number out of BC’s phone. The persistence concerned him; he had no interest in having his life turned upside down by a stalker.
Making a mental note to apologise to his sisters for not taking their complaints about similar behaviour from other men more seriously, Akash had sent a text of his own earlier to Tens and Caddock. He knew them the best out of the rugby players involved with the Sin Bin. They’d sort out their mate, or he’d do it for them.
“Thanks for the tea.” Akash gestured toward the tin sitting on the nearby shelf. “Do you know how bloody hard it is to get that particular type of tea? It’s perfect for making biscuits.”
“Right.” Hamish was staring at him. He nodded absently, but didn’t actually appear to have heard him.
Standing abruptly, Hamish strode around the table to grab Akash by the shirt. He dragged him up out of his chair, causing him to stumble forward. Akash could only blink at the slightly taller man in confusion, until those wonderfully rough fingers dug into his hair and yanked him up into a kiss.
Akash surrendered to it briefly before bringing his arm up to separate their lips—and bodies—when Hamish’s fingers drifted down the front of his shirt. “We’re not doing this in my kitchen. Not yet. Well, not in the bakery kitchen, ever. Health inspectors would have a fit.”
Hamish brushed his knuckles across the bulge in Akash’s trousers. “Later, then?”
“Later when we’re somewhere else and there aren’t two nosy brats peeking through the door.” Akash pointed toward the barely visible twins, who were once again eavesdropping on them. “Off with you both. I left you dinner on the table upstairs.”
While the rest of the meal went well, the passionate moment had definitely passed them by. Hamish stayed for another hour, helping to wash up the dishes. They exchanged several heated kisses, until Akash had to quite literally shove the man out the door.
He sank back against the frame of the still open door to catch his breath after seeing Hamish off. “Well, bugger me.”
“One of my favorites in this series thus far, I really enjoyed Akash’s and Hamish’s journey. A lot of humor and a great deal of angst really kept this story flowing.”
– Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. John Keats
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I thought it might be fun to share some of my characters thoughts on Valentine’s day. Either their thoughts, or what they do, or gifts they’ve received.
Motts (Primrose Poison): Over commercialised nonsense–but I sell a lot of paper bouquets so I won’t complain.
Francis (After the Scrum): I love a romantic day. You have to be creative, though. Who needs flowers or chocolate? Caddock found me a 17th-century desk to refurbish, the best gift I’ve ever received. He was also naked on it, so happy Valentine’s Day to me.
Davet (At War with a Broken Heart): Not bothered by cards. Chocolate and coffee make me happy.
Elaine (The Misguided Confession): If I get one more bouquet of flowers, I will riot all over London.
Tosh (One Last Heist): We played cops and robbers last Valentine’s day. I got to be the copper. We might’ve accidentally lost the handcuff keys.
Ivy (Ivy, The Blackbird Anthology): Best gift ever? The handmade card Gareth and Steve had the kids make for me.
(Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay)