|The Weekend Rendezvous|
Excerpt from Sebastian and His Woodsmen...Enjoy!
The pounding in his head was like a hammer hitting a spike, but instead of being impaled on a railroad tie, it was slicing through his skull. Sebastian tried to open his eyes, but he didn’t think it was working, the heaviness impeding his progress.
“Come on handsome, open your eyes and let us see what color they are.” He heard a voice, but couldn’t be sure where it was coming from, or from whom. He remembered that he was coming out of the woods to cross the small road, he wanted to follow the river and hole up in an abandoned encampment, but the next thing he knew…what had happened again? Oh shit, he was clipped by an SUV, that’s what happened. Where was he? And who did that voice belong to? It was soft-spoken and …finally, his eyes started to flutter open.
“Prop him up Gage so he can take a small sip of the tea. He’s probably thirsty.”
Sebastian felt himself being moved up a silky sheet and propped on the softest down feathered pillows. Someone, the man named Gage, he presumed, held a cup to his lips and he sipped the liquid.
“Aaahh, what the….” sputtered Sebastian. “What is that?”
“Sorry, I guess I should have warned you. I put brandy in the tea.” Sebastian turned toward the voice and looked into the crispest blue eyes he had ever seen. The man was striking. His eyes looked directly into Sebastian’s soul. No, not looked, more like pierced. They were crystal drops of ice that hung from his bedroom window sill in the dead of winter on a frigid night. The type of icicles that you broke off and sucked. Oh shit, just thinking the word sucked, made Sebastian’s cock rock hard as he stared at the man.
Sebastian shifted in the bed to distract from his growing erection, when he realized he was naked. How in the hell did he get naked? Once again, blue eyes spoke. “I’m sorry that I clipped you with the SUV. I swear I never saw you come out of the woods. You did it so fast and I swerved but…”
“It’s okay. It was my fault, really. I should have been paying attention and not running like the hounds of hell were after me,” stated Sebastian.
“Baby, were the hounds after you?” asked Gage. Sebastian stared at the man startled by the endearment bestowed upon him. Suddenly realizing he was naked. A very, very naked young man, with the slight tent under the comforter making its presence known more and more.
“My name is Sebastian and I am…” Just as he was going to finish the sentence, Brighton shouted…”Holy shit! You’re the prince, Prince Sebastian. That’s who we will love and protect! Gage, what the hell?”
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