Friday, December 7, 2018

Today's snippet is from The Leader's Little Bit (Rescue for Hire West 1). Some of my characters first meeting doesn't go so well. With Roman and Jimmy had a few bumps before they came to an
understanding.
This story came about when I went to Las Vegas to attend my brother's wedding. I was fascinated by all the different people on Fremont street. Especially the guy painted silver. While I was in Vegas I would run to my room and write down bits of Roman's story. And that is how RFH-West started.
Roman was a big man, with a lot of muscle mass, but he had the ability to slip silently through a crowd and blend in with his surroundings. In a matter of seconds, he had navigated the throng of people and was approaching the man who had caught his attention.
Roman couldn’t take his eyes off a neck so gracefully arched. He wanted the man naked under him while he buried his hand in the guy’s messy short light brown hair. He would tug on that shiny hair until the man presented his neck for Roman’s pleasure. Wide light green eyes stared up in wonder at the canopy above, and slightly parted lips looked as if they were begging for kisses.
Taking a deep breath to calm these newly found crazy-assed feelings and his body’s over-the-top reaction to the man, Roman stepped beside him and looked up at the video.
“A sight like that makes you want to watch it for hours,” Roman commented.
Roman knew the man thought he was talking about the pictures racing across the canopy, but in actuality Roman was commenting on him.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” the man responded, not taking his eyes off the screen.
A shiver raced across Roman’s skin at the sound of the man’s voice. He needed to demand his attention, but, instead, in a calm voice he said, “I’m Roman Marshall.”
The man turned his head and light green eyes widened as the man took in Roman for the first time. Straight white teeth bit down on his plump lower lip for a moment before the man released it. Roman wanted to use his tongue to soothe the reddened skin.
“Hi, I’m Jimmy Earl.” Jimmy shifted his slight weight back and forth.
Roman figured that was a nervous habit. Time to see if the little bit of a man was brave enough to catch Roman’s bait.
 “I’m hungry. Would you like to go have something to eat?” he asked and waited, never letting his gaze waver from Jimmy’s.
“Um… well… um.” Jimmy shifted and looked away before biting his lip again. His gaze slid back to Roman’s. “Sure.” Tension Roman hadn’t realized was there, eased. Smiling, he gestured toward the casino next to them.
“They have a halfway decent restaurant here. Let’s go see what looks good.”
“Okay.” Jimmy gave him a tentative smile before turning toward the huge open entryway Roman had indicated to.
Most casinos left their doors open wide to welcome people ready to spend money. Roman sucked in his breath at the sight of Jimmy’s ass. The small backpack nestled against the man’s back couldn’t distract from the perfectly heart-shaped booty Jimmy’s shorts clung to. When Jimmy started through the door opening, his ass flexed, causing Roman’s cock to press uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.
For the last three months, Roman had been exploring a new venture and negotiating his future. As he laid a hand on Jimmy’s slim shoulder to guide him through the maze of clanging bells and flashing lights of the slot machines, Roman added Jimmy as a possibility to his plans.
A hostess greeted them at the restaurant and proceeded to seat them at a table near the back. That was fine with Roman. He wanted to get to know Jimmy with as few distractions as possible.
As they settled into chairs across from each other, Jimmy took off his backpack and hung it on the back of one of the free chairs. That action, along with seeing Jimmy’s face in the bright glow of the restaurant’s lights, had Roman’s heart sinking.
He didn’t do jailbait, and he was no one’s daddy.

* * * *

Jimmy was nervous. The guy sitting across the table from him was one of the most gorgeous men he had ever seen. Men didn’t look like Roman back on the farm in Texas. He also had such a dangerous aura surrounding him that the hair on the back of Jimmy’s neck hadn’t settled down since the first moment their eyes met. Too late, he realized the stupidity of hanging his pack on the back of the chair in Las Vegas.
As casually as he could, he picked it back up and placed it on the floor between his feet. Jimmy had just scooted the chair in when he looked up and saw the expression on Roman’s face. Roman had erected a wall between them in the last few seconds. Gone was the twinkle of friendliness in his dark blue eyes. Now they were blank. Lips pressed into a stern line had replaced his smile. Slashing eyebrows lowered into a frown. Jimmy didn’t know what to think, and he tensed up, ready to make a break for it if he needed to. After all, he didn’t know this guy from Adam.
 “How old are you?” Roman demanded, each word said in a short, clipped manner.
Jimmy wanted to roll his eyes, but knew that would emphasize his youth and make him seem younger than he was. His mother was forever assuring him that one day he would like looking younger than his actual age.
He held back a huge sigh and answered, “I’m twentyone.”
Blue eyes narrowed as they studied him. Jimmy’s original far-off dream of getting laid by this guy just flew out the window. Right before his eyes, things were going downhill fast. Disapproval radiated from the big man sitting across the table.
“How many hours have you been twenty-one?” Roman asked.
The guy’s sarcasm pissed Jimmy off. The way Roman was looking down his hoity-toity nose at him made him angrier.
Making a big show of looking at a nonexistent watch strapped to his wrist, he said, “Forty-nine hours, twenty-three minutes, and fifteen, no sixteen seconds.”
Jimmy’s first impression of Roman was that he was a hard, deadly man. He envisioned him being a lethal mercenary just like his favorite men in movies he watched on Netflix. He’d been afraid then flattered that he had attracted the guy’s attention. Part of him thought, and then hoped, he might have quite a tale of crazy sex to take home and tell his brothers about.
Now, as Roman continued to study him with an air of condemnation that was almost tangible, Jimmy had enough. He had a father and too many overbearing brothers. He didn’t need or want any more of that shit. He was so out of here.
 “You know, it’s been fun meeting you, Roman. But I’m sure there’s a phone call I need to make.” With that, Jimmy stood up and walked away. Mr. High-and-Mighty could stick his attitude where the sun didn’t shine.
Deep down inside of Jimmy, a small patch of darkness formed in his soul. He refused to acknowledge it, but when he had been in Roman’s company, he had felt a connection. It was almost as if his
soul had found its home. It also hadn’t escaped his notice that Roman hadn’t tried to stop him from leaving.

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