Ahh sorry I’m behind! I meant to write this on Monday and it’s now Thursday, but, I have the best excuse! I am deep in my writing cave, and feel the end for Joe and Leo’s last book is in sight. Of course, I can’t imagine it being the end, end, but it will be their journey’s end.
It’s a really emotional rollercoaster this one, as you’re probably expecting. Keep reading and below you’ll find a little teaser of Joe and Layton.
As for other news. My house guest Merry Farmer has left for the Paris convention. She’ll be back on Monday for a day before heading back to the USA.
I’ve got a set of twinky twins that are asking me to tell their story. Their names are Florence and Frances (Flo and Fra) I’m not a hundred percent – because I’m trying not to pay them any attention while I’m writing lol – but I think Flo is pretty much a 24/7 little and Fra, a middle, who has to step up to look after his bro. It’s going to be cesty, and their story is the beginning of something more, but I’ll tell you about that once Joe and Leo’s story is done. Sorry to be a tease – Sorry not sorry!
Excerpt from Chapter two. – Layton and Joe (This is unedited and could change)
“Does he call you Master all the time?” The question left me before I could check myself. I hadn’t meant to ask that one out loud, I was just curious if it meant something. Layton dropped the three waters in front of me, and then dropped onto his knees and drew a circle on the matting around my feet with the pencil, giving me about a couple of inches within the circle. He hadn’t answered so I spoke again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” Layton sighed and got up and stood in front of me.
“I’ll answer this one question for you, so you understand what your presence here has caused, but you don’t get to ask any other questions until you’ve answered mine…honestly.” I swallowed hard as he looked at me. “The reason Isaac is calling me Master right now, is because your arrival here has worried him. He’s letting me know his place, he’s letting me know he’s vulnerable, and feels anxious because of you being here. Think about that while you wait.”
He walked over to the dresser and replaced the pencil in the drawer and spoke as he turned to me gain. “Why have you come here, Joe?”
“To apologise…”
“Yeah, you’ve already said that. I think there’s more. Funny that, that I don’t trust you.” Before I could speak, he pointed to the circle he’d just drawn. “That is about as much space as I’m prepared to give you right now. Step out of it, and I’ll have you removed from my property and put back on the street.” What the fuck?! “Isaac and I are going to have breakfast, and await Peter’s arrival.
“You, are going to stay here and think about the reason you’ve defied the advice of your Dom who loves you, who was willing to give his life for you, and who cares about you. To me, that tells me you’re still untrustworthy, and don’t forget the look of uncertainty in Isaac’s eyes when he looked at you…” I had to say something.
“That’s because you told him I was a junkie! You created that fear…”
“Is it a lie then?” I slammed my teeth together and scowled at him. “Is it, Joe? Or maybe I’ll stick to JJ until I know otherwise. Isaac is just one of many people in my house who’s vulnerable. You brought yourself onto my property, into my house without authorisation or request. I have every right to protect the people who live here, from someone who’s invited himself in without a care for anyone else.”
“I’m in recovery…I’m clean, I’m better. I mean no harm to anyone…” Isaac came from the bedroom stopping anything else I was going to say, as Layton growled quietly to me.
“Hold out your junkie arm so Isaac remembers what you are.” The fuck? “Do it, or leave.” Jesus hell fuck. Spencer was right, he was a dick too. I pushed out my arm as Isaac joined him. The look on his face, as he looked again and frowned worriedly, hurt.
“Master? May I go home with Peter today?” Layton pulled him into his body and kissed him.
“Of course, Baby Boy. Come on.” He pulled him away and started walking off. What the hell? What about me?
“What the hell am I supposed to do?” Layton glanced back at me.
“Use the space I’ve given you to think about being honest with me, then we can start on your apology. Oh, and don’t forget to keep hydrated, it stops the muscles from cramping.” And then they left.
There you go…he he! I’ll be putting this up into the Facebook group at the end of April, and may even add a little more, but we’ll see!
I must get on! I feel like I’m writing the last quarter now so hopefully it won’t be too long. I’ve actually had someone reread what I’ve written so far, as I feared it wasn’t great, but I’ve been surprised by the response so that means I won’t have to edit and rewrite as much as I thought!
TTFN
Taylor x
