Friday, February 28, 2014

Two

He doesn’t look up again, which gives me plenty of time to ogle, starting with the thick, black, almost feminine lashes resting at the top of his olive cheeks. The young man may be concentrating on his salad, but he’s undeniably compelled by my presence. The unspoken bond between us tugs at me even as I make small talk with the paunchy, balding, recently-divorced uncle on Bella’s mother’s side seated to my left.

A thrum of excitement pulsates through my veins; yet, a perfect calm settles over me. For the first time in a long time, I’m exactly where I want to be—at the start of something.

Never mind that this attraction makes absolutely no sense.

My purpose shifts. Dinner has just become a fact-gathering, reconnaissance mission. I’m determined to learn everything I can about this boy who has captivated me without saying a single word. Sure, I could get out of my seat, cross the room to the head table, and end the mystery with one simple question to the groom, but the puzzle intrigues me. Fortunately, Cousin Uley (Uley, really?) is the blowhard type—one who cheerfully yammers on about crossbow hunting, not noticing my eyes are on the enigma across the table.

Without lifting his eyes, the stranger makes it nearly impossible for me to discern his connection to this event. Third cousin twice removed? Friend of a friend of a friend? A valued employee from Swan Enterprises? Surely, the Swans’ social position requires at least a few obligatory invitations, and yet I cannot imagine this unassuming young man in such a role. He’s also not anyone’s “plus-one,” sitting here alone at the cast-off table.

Edward has said nothing to me about this creature, so I know he is not meant as some kind of well-intended fix-up. And why would he be? The boy can’t be more than thirty-five to my fifty-eight years; he’s fit but far skinnier than I’d go for. Edward knows twinks aren’t my style. I like a man who can take a crop and show some endurance on the Cross; a man with a broad chest, powerful thighs, and a pair of ass cheeks that bounce back when your hips slam against them.

God, I’m actually struck by the urge to fatten him up. What the fuck is that about?

The boy wears his tuxedo well—almost despite himself—as if someone has dressed a beautiful doll for the occasion . . . Of course—Riley! The same man who dressed the groom and his own fiancĂ©, Sean. Each one of them looks delicious—far more appetizing than the spinach and goat cheese salad I’m pretending to eat.

The longer dinner wears on, the more I’m plagued by questions. Okay, so he’s friends with Riley. Or is it Sean? Business or pleasure? And that submissive behavior—either he was someone’s sub, is someone’s sub, or wishes to be someone’s sub. Of all the wonderings, this is the one that holds my interest as the dinner plates are cleared away.
                                                                              
After a respectable period of time has passed—which makes me believe he might’ve even been deliberate about not appearing conspicuous—he gets up and heads for the men’s room. My heart leaps out of my seat, but my ass is wise enough to stay put.

Now, you’re getting giddy, old man.

“. . . unless you have a decent umbrella policy . . .” Uncle Uley is babbling. Is this guy trying to seal the deal on a liability policy before the couple cuts the wedding cake?

My mind travels to the bathroom, pushes open the heavy door, finds the boy at the urinal. Yes, I’m going there. It’s impossible to keep my eyes open as I “watch” him pull out his dick, take it in hand, and spray the porcelain wall. Goddamn it all to hell if that thought doesn’t get me just a wee bit excited, pardon my own damn pun.

Fucking hell, Marcus. Are you really going to watch the door, waiting for his return like a cheerleader with a crush on the high school quarterback?

The server refills my cabernet, and I relax back into my chair, comforted that I have a room upstairs to fall into at the end of the night.  If I don’t stop this ridiculous pining, the end of my night is going to come all too soon and none too cheerfully.

Seventeen men exit the bathroom before the boy emerges again. He’s either lactose intolerant or trying like hell to fight off this thing between us, and I’m not sure which one holds the better outcome for me. When his eyes seek me out, then immediately shift away, I have my answer. Clearly torn about returning to his seat, the boy is intercepted by Riley and Sean, who coax him out to the dance floor.

Gentlemen, you have my attention.



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41 comments:

  1. *Smacks lips together in a valiant but not altogether productive effort to reintroduce saliva into my mouth* I'm dead. Soooooooo completely dead. *hangs head* That man could describe someone eating a chip and I'd be dead. Never had the hots for an older dude but I sure as hell do now. *sigh*

    I love his inner monologue. You've always had such an amazing handle on that for your characters but this guy? This guy takes the cake.

    Favorite line..."Now, you’re getting giddy, old man."

    He is so...hmmmmm...proper and smooth on the outside with a nice kinky, spiky middle. Like a sex oreo. Yeah, we'll go with that.

    Do we get one chapter a day? *gives best puppy dog eyes*

    xoxo
    V

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    1. SEX OREO?? LOVE your brain!!
      So happy you're crushing on this guy. After spending most of my *ahem* online time looking at the young guys, it feels nice to fall for someone a bit more mature!

      Ever day? Hmm. :)
      XOXOXO

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    2. *bigger puppy dog eyes* PLEEEEEEEEASE!

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  2. I can do my best puppy dog eyes right next to Ladyeire if that helps. ;)

    I love this "A thrum of excitement pulsates through my veins; yet, a perfect calm settles over me." I can picture just how that feels. You're strung too tight, vibrating with the tension, but your head is all calm with the peaceful sound of ocean waves... lol

    I didn't picture Marcus as being 58, but it works. I think I reacted to the disparity between MY age and Marcus's, but Marcus isn't about to get with me (*pout* lol) and from what I know of him so far, he can easily fit with that age gap.

    I'm wondering if Marcus has ever met Riley, he thinks about him as if he's fairly familiar. maybe just hearing about him through Edward?

    I can't wait to find out if Marcus's new curious case "was someone’s sub, is someone’s sub, or wishes to be someone’s sub." Or does he even know what that means? ah, SO excited for more!

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    1. Digggggi! Peaceful ocean waves, eh?
      You and I have had some great convos about who Marcus is since I first introduced him. I know you have some great ideas about the man. I'm psyched to see where we overlap and where we differ.
      GREAT question about how well Marcus and Riley know each other! And what another great question you ask about the stranger! :)
      LOVE your curiosity.
      MWAH!
      xoxo

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  3. Yes, you have my attention. While you were on vaca I started rereading KEA. It's fun reliving that experience and waiting for more of this even though I'm really not into slash.

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    1. LOVE LOVE LOVE that you're willing to give this a try. Keep me posted! I'll be super curious to see how this tickles your fancy!
      xoxo
      b

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    2. Well, sometimes when I'm reading slash I have to just scroll through the gory details, but I love how it's going so far!

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    3. LOL Lila. I hear you. ;)
      I read many a slash with one eye closed before I could handle all of it!
      Love that you're here.
      xx

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  4. The man is a master Dom for a reason, no matter how giddy he gets he is in control. Born dear, you have got another hit of a story here and I am looking forward to seeing this play out!

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  5. Can't wait to see what method Marcus uses to set his trap.

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  6. So good to see you once again writing. I don't usually enjoy slash but when it's being written by you it's a must for me to try. I love the character of Marcus. Thanks for once again sharing your talents.
    xo
    Carol aka Dinia

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    1. I LOVE that you're going for it, D!
      Thank you for your trust.
      xo

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  7. *waves* I'm so happy to see you 'dabbling' again! Although "drabbling" would be so much fun, o mistress of that genre! All the best quotes have been taken, so I'll just add a "well done." I have something else to share, but I'm sending you a PM to your FB. :D

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  8. i'm so intrigued by this story! i've been dying for a really good bdsm slash story and i know i can count on you! i don't know marcus's back story since i haven't read het in so long but i can't wait to learn all about him and this lovely boy he's now enamored with. :)

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    1. OMG THE PRESSURE!
      Just kidding! We're going to have so much fun, Jodie!

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  9. For some reason I didn't realize Marcus had 58 years on him...I may have to do a mental shift and bring him down to 48. I don't want to have to worry about him breaking a hip in his old age :-P

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    1. :P #whippersnapper
      Okay, Marcus is mature-ish and that's a key element to the story, but the guy is in good shape!
      xo

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  10. ahhh! i missed the 2nd chapter posting - and what a delicious one it was. :)

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  11. ack. idk which time he looked down at hte plate now that i've read the chapters outta order but i loved that.

    get him, marcus!

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  12. I don't think I can top the "sex oreo" comment. That was a good one. Loving the slow burn here.

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  13. You went there with the bathroom fantasy. I know I wasn't the only one who visualized what was going on in Marcus's head.

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    1. If there's a dirty thought to be had, you can be sure I had it!
      xx

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  14. When one encounters an instant pull such as this, a follow-through is a MUST! Go get him, Marcus!

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    1. Are you listening to your own advice? *wink*

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  15. Read two before I read one...forgot you have to scroll to the bottom of the page firsl @_@

    You have my attention... let's get to it!! :D

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  16. The poor wee boy doesn't know what to do. Neither would I!
    ENx

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  17. "my ass is wise enough to stay put". This Chapter did not go well with coffee. I finally put the cup down.. Wiseass he is. So smitten. Poor Marcus, wants to feed him and then play. Wait until Edward notices!

    I'm rewarding myself with chapters today as I get stuff accomplished. Thanks for the motivation.

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    1. OH! Happy to motivate! So glad you're enjoying it.
      xx

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  18. I love the stuff I'm noticing the 2nd (or maybe 3rd) time around. I missed your potty humor pun before. It's not a story written by B if you don't groan a wee bit ;-)

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    1. BAHAHA You're welcome and you're a giant goofball!
      Oh, did I mention I love you?
      xx

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  19. Oh my about 35 (because he's not rly sure, right? ) 58 years?! Gaaaaah... okay didn't expect Marcus to have that many years but we shall see how that works out. Did he really just count 17 men entering and leaving the bathroom before his precious came oUT? Damn I already love his determination. He's already smitten and oh so helpless about it. Love it.

    Also what the fuck was sub boy doing in there for so goddamn long? I hope he was trying to rub Marcus out of his system. If you know what I mean *wink wink*

    And oh my... we have a dance floor full of slash. I'M HERE FOR THIS!!!!

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    1. Heehee, I know the age difference was a little extreme for me too, but Marcus had already reached a certain age by the time Edward met him so I was a bit locked into the math.
      What WAS Dane doing in there? XXX

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