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NEXT HERE IS THE TEASER FOR SPARKY - PASSION'S PRIDE - BOOK III OF THE PASSION SERIES.
Balls out. It’s been eight months today and we’re having a little get together to celebrate. I’m even going all Betty Crocker on him and baking a cake. He thinks it’s silly, but I’ll play it off, like I do with a lot of things.
I do this once a month for us, so that we all stay in touch. It’s like having my own family, we’ve all gotten pretty close. I guess having some sort of connection after that whack-job, Aaron, had something to do with it, I don’t much care. I’m just grateful for my family. Everyone should be here soon. The only thing left to do is frost the cake and wait for the festivities to begin.
The bedroom door squeaks and heavy footsteps come down the hallway. I turn to greet Ash.
“There’s my hunkalicious.” I wink, then pounce on him and climb up like a tree-frog. I lock my legs around his waist and hang on for dear life.
“Serge, you’re going to break my back doing that one day,” Ash laughs then runs his hands under my ass for support.
“A big strong man like you, I highly doubt it.” I glide my hands around the back of his neck.
“Happy ‘whatever’ anniversary, Serge.” He tosses his head back. I climb up higher then give him a kiss. “What do we call this anyway? With us?”
“Weekend pass at the amusement park?” I grin, then crawl off him.
“I’m serious, Serge. I keep asking you to move in with me, but you won’t and I don’t know why. You tell me you don’t want anyone else, so why not?”
I smirk, it’s just not easy for me to explain it to him. I’m just not there yet. A knock on the door comes and it couldn’t have been better timing.
“Saved by the bell.” I kick my heel up behind me, twist and dart off to answer it.
I yank the door open. “Sparky, my man.” He grabs me in a big hug, practically squishing my bones in two.
“Payce, you handsome devil you.” I pat him on the back, then look around. “Where’s the boss man?”
“Oh please, the boss man? Quit fucking with me, he told me. Brax told me all about your promotion to manager too so that makes you a boss man yourself huh?” He slaps me on the shoulder damn near knocking me into the wall. “Congrats, you should have called me.”
“Thanks. I know I should have. Braxton only wants a tough guy like me on the payroll in case someone gets out of hand, like Aaron did. You know, someone to rough ‘em up a bit.” I laugh, unable to hold it in.
An arm slips around my waist and warm breath blows against the back my neck. “You’re MY personal body guard, Serge.” With one arm, Ash reaches around me, a hand out to Payce.
“Ash.” Payce nods, then shakes hands with him.
We gather in my living room. Let the tension begin, it always does between Ash and Payce and gets pretty thick. Not exactly sure why though.
Cocking my head to the right, I hear Dax and Damien ride up. “Be right back.”
Rushing down the hallway, I swing the front door open.
“Damn dude, chill out.” Dax waves his hands around in some sort of Kung-Fu-Judo movement. “Don’t be pulling those quick Karate moves on me, tough guy.”
“Someone as cute as you, not hardly.” I bring my hand up to cover my fake cough. “Come on in, Payce just got here.”
“You left him alone with Ash?” Damien laughs.
“IKR, we better hurry up. So glad you both came today. How’s it going Damien? Work?” I follow behind them.
“Same shit, different day.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Be back in a flash.” While everyone says their hellos, I walk away to the kitchen, and get a serving tray for their drinks from under the cabinet.
As I stand back up, the kitchen starts spinning. Dammit, not again. I grab onto the beige countertop so I don’t fall out on my ass right here on the spot. Taking a deep breath, I haunch over trying to slow my heart rate a little. Footsteps approach, it’s Ash, I sense him.
“Baby. Do you need help? What’s wrong.” Panic sweeps throughout his voice and he puts his hand on my back.
“NO. Nothing is wrong, I’m good.” I stand straight up. “Sweetie, I’m okay. I got this.”
“You’re as pale as a ghost, Serge.” He reaches for the tray. “Let me get this.”
“I said I’ve got it, Ash!” I blurt out, not meaning it to sound so rude. “I’m sorry.” I lean against him and give him a kiss, trying to pacify him..
Ash walks off, his feelings are hurt again. I seem to do that a lot lately. This is why I can’t make a decision, can’t commit to moving in with him. One minute I’m completely in love with him, the next…I’m chomping his head off like snapping turtle and have no idea why.
I take the tray, set the bottles on it and strut back in with everyone.
“Cheers.” Bouncing around, I lower the tray for them to choose their drinks.
“About time.” Payce looks at his cell, then up to me. “Not you, Sparky. I'm talking about Braxton. About time he got here.” I set eh tray down and follow as he makes the corner, heading down the hallway toward the front door.
Braxton enters, and Payce slithers his hands around his waist, then drops them lower, clasping his ass in his palms. “I fucking missed you. Real bad if you know what I mean.”
“I do, and I’ll take care of you when we get home.” Brax grins at him and his eyes light up.
Everyone stands as we enter the reunion, party zone. It is so good to see them happy. They both went through so much to get here.
THAT is exactly what I want Ash and I to be like. Survivors in the name of love, no matter who or what odds are stacked against us. Either that or a magic potion. Whichever works..
“You horny bastards.” I laugh at them, while one flips me off and the other grins ear to ear. They so know me too well.
Perching myself sideways across Ash’s lap, I lean into him, and his arm wraps around my side. Chills spread throughout me as I kiss him.
“I fucking love you.” Ash moans, deeply, into my ear, then kisses me on the shoulder.
“Ahem.” Excuse the interruption, Damien’s voice, demanding and insistent, distracts me. Dax grabs his hand. “What is everyone doing this New Years? If you have plans, cancel. Dax and I have a surprise, but we’re not going to mention anything else about it. Just be at our house, okies?”
If that means what I think it does, then squeeeeeeeeee! I hope it does, I really do.
Damien jerks Dax by the neck, pulling him back, then gives him a kiss. Rawr. I glance over to Payce and Brax, who are knee deep in smiles with each other. I am so proud and happy for my family here. As Ash tightens his grip on my hip, I twist in his lap, and curl my finger to him.
“Bring me that mouth.”
After his lips touch mine, his tongue, warm and smooth, laps around mine several times before I pull back and stand up.
“Damn! Tease.” Ash laughs at me.
I sink myself into those gorgeous eyes. Suddenly, the room begins to spin and get fuzzy. I’m dizzy again, what the hell is going on with me. I blink, trying to clear the haze but it’s not working. Ash’s lips are moving, but I can’t hear him over the ringing in my ears.
As I try to focus, his face muscles tense, and I realize he’s yelling. His left arm reaches out for me when my knees bend, finally buckling beneath me.
I’m going down.
Everything fades into a shadow of silver-charcoal gray.
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