The Silver Tongued City Boy
By Tamsin Baker
Contemporary m/m novella
Blurb:
Mitchell’s job is his life. He
works hard, with good men and he gets to be around the horses he loves. The
only thing that will ruin his perfect life is if they find out he’s gay, but
that’ll never happen, so he’s safe.
Jayden Donner doesn’t really want to visit his estranged father on his
farm, but how else is he going to get the money he needs for his overseas
holiday?
When Mitchell first sees Jay, he knows the city boy is trouble. But Jay
won’t leave him be, and when the sparks fly, hay bales won’t be the only thing
on fire.
Excerpt :
The vision in the mirror was not a
pretty one.
“I look like you’ve been dragged
through a bush backwards.”
His long, red hair stuck out at odd
angles and his face had got too much sun. His horrible orange freckles looked
like they were on fire. Fuck. He’d
taken his akubra off while working on the fence and hadn’t put it back on until
he’d finished. It wouldn’t happen again.
“Idiot.” He chastised himself as he
unwrapped the dirty bandage and threw it in the bin. He opened the top drawer
and pulled out the plastic butterfly clips. Perfect. Now to clean it.
Mitchell turned on the taps and
adjusted the temperature. He watched for a moment as the steam rose, braced
himself and pushed his right fist beneath the gushing hot water.
“Fuck!” He swore, knives of agony
crippling his arm muscles. He withstood the searing pain for another few
seconds before pulling it back out and examining the now clean gash. He should
probably get some metho or something, but couldn’t be bothered to go searching
for it.
At
least that got all the dirt out.
“Need some help there?” A smooth,
deep voice made Mitchell jump and he whirled around to see a man, who was
clearly a city boy, standing in the doorway.
Mitchell stared, the pain in his
hand disappearing as his blood ran south. The man in front of him was
delicious. Brown straight hair, green eyes and the most amazing mouth Mitchell
had ever seen.
The man cocked an eyebrow and ran
an assessing eye over Mitchell. “Can I help?”
Mitchell shook himself and grabbed
a clean towel hanging from the rack.
He pressed the towel to his
dripping wet hand and hissed a little. “Nah, I’m fine thanks.”
The vision in tight blue jeans and
white cotton shirt stepped forward and picked up the butterfly tapes from
beside Mitchell. As the stranger moved again, Mitchell inhaled the spicy scent
of his cologne and groaned from the pain in his groin. It had been far too long
since he’d gotten laid.
“Show me.” The man demanded, his
tone brooking no argument as he tore open the packaging and held the tape
ready.
Mitchell pulled the towel away from
his hand and held it out, watching the man’s eyebrows fly up in surprise.
“You sure you don’t need stitches?”
He asked as he placed the tape on one side of the cut and pulled the flesh
together before sticking the other side down. His hands were soft, not like
Mitchell’s own callused ones. Definitely
a city boy.
Mitchell shrugged, trying for
nonchalance when it was the last thing he was feeling. Those hands may be soft
but they looked strong and moved with confidence.
“I hate stitches.”
The man took up another plastic
butterfly and stuck it next to the first.
“Yeah, and they say chicks dig
scars.”
He looked up and smiled, the effect
of those brilliant white teeth enough to make Mitchell fall back a little
against the sink. Wow.
“You ok?” The guy asked, stepping
closer, making it even harder for Mitchell to think.
He shook his head to clear the fog.
“Yeah, fine. What did ya say?”
The brunette took one more
butterfly clip and placed it next to the second one.
“I said chicks dig scars.”
Mitchell huffed in response, unable
to laugh when he was enduring both the pain of the injury and the closeness of
this hot male.
He may as well be honest. If the
guy was a homophobe then at least he’d leave Mitchell alone and he could
breathe once again.
“I’m not really into chicks, if you
get my drift.”
The hot guy’s head shot up and
Mitchell got his first real look into those amazing green eyes, which were a
little familiar. They were almost yellow at the centre giving him the look of a
wild cat.
“Me neither...” He replied, rubbing
his thumb gently over the fleshy part of Mitchell’s hand that wasn’t cut and
causing fissions of awareness to sparkle and slide across his skin.
“I’m Jayden by the way... Jay.” The
hot guy introduced himself and Mitchell swallowed hard, withdrawing his hand
that was now tingling as well as throbbing.
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