Friday, August 15, 2014

When It's Right (M/M Romance) by Aria Grace Excerpt

When It's Right (M/M Romance) by Aria Grace

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When Shane Greenly left his home in Casper Mountain, Wy, he was leaving more than just the closet. He needed a fresh start to pursue his dream of running a dog training ranch without having to deny who he really is.

Meeting Alex was one of the best things that could have happened to Shane. They were at the beginning of a wonderful relationship when the unthinkable happened and Shane had to leave. The consequences of his past mistakes could not be hidden any longer.

** Intended for mature readers **


After only a few minutes of trying to keep Stormy calm, the door opens and my jaw drops. The most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen walks in. In all the months I’ve been coming to this office for routine shots and flea treatments, I’ve only seen women working. This guy must be new because I would have definitely remembered him. He gives me a shy smile as he puts down his clipboard and kneels in front of us.
“Well, hello, sweetheart. You must be Stormy.” He grabs her around the ears and lets her lick his cheek. “What a pretty girl you are.”
Just seeing him on his knees makes me almost forget about the dog. I have to sit on one hand to keep from reaching out and running my fingers through his silky brown hair. It’s cropped short around the ears with just an inch at the top, almost military style, which makes him even more attractive. What would it feel like to be pumping into that mouth with my fingers tightly wound through it? Okay, focus! I try to compose myself so I can deal with the matter at hand.
Clearly remembering that we haven’t met, he looks up at me and offers his hand. “Hi, there. I’m Shane. I just need to get some information before Dr. Mills comes in.”
“Hi, Shane,” I mumble while still staring at him. “I’m Alex. Are you new here?”
Without looking back at me, he pulls a Milk-Bone from the pocket of his scrubs and slips it to Stormy. She is already smitten so he doesn’t need to coerce her onto the floor-height tabletop.
“Yeah, I’m interning for a few months,” he responds while gently maneuvering Stormy onto the scale. Sixty-three pounds. No wonder my arms are tired from carrying her. “Let’s see if we can get you all fixed up, pretty girl.”
Okay, I get it. You like girls. Just let me have my little fantasy over here. I can’t help the frustrated thoughts from entering my mind and in a ridiculous moment of immaturity, I’m actually jealous of my dog. What I wouldn’t give to have him rubbing my back like that.
“I just need to take her temperature and then I’ll bring in the doctor.” As he raises the table to counter-height, I stand up to help hold her. She loves a good old-fashioned thermometer up the ass more than the average dog but she’s so wiggly, I always worry she’s going to break the damn thing while it’s inside of her.
“I’ll hold her front and try to keep her steady,” I offer. While leaning her good leg against my chest, I wrap one arm under her chest and the other closer to her belly. My hand has a mind of its own and accidentally brushes against Shane’s bicep. Just a few fingertips graze the skin below the edge of his shirt. But he notices. He quietly gasps and freezes. Shit. I’ve overstepped.
My eyes shoot up to his and he’s staring at the spot on his arm where I touched him. Does he feel the same electricity that I do? My fingers are still tingling from where they met his skin. Maybe I’m coming down with something because I swear the heat in the room has gone up twenty degrees.
“Sorry. She doesn’t always understand the words ‘stand still.’ Probably why we’re in here now.” I’m trying to lighten the mood and ease the palpable tension in the room. I know what I’m feeling, but I can’t tell if he’s tense because he is new to the job, not used to touching patients, or just a homophobe that has heard about me. I have to remind myself that the world doesn’t revolve around me and there is basically zero chance he has heard about me prior to that moment. I’m sure it’s just his professionalism kicking in. Regardless, I don’t want to make it weird.
“No problem.” He quickly recovers and lifts her tail, standing at her back. “If she’s ready…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He just slips the thermometer in and focuses intently on his watch. I try to keep my eyes on Stormy, but they keep drifting back to Shane. His lips are full and pink. They are shaped perfectly, even on the top and bottom. I can imagine that they would be soft and smooth. So kissable.
Not realizing I am staring, and not sure if I got caught, he clears his throat and pulls out the thermometer. “102. Perfect.” He quickly cleans up and excuses himself to get the doctor. With Shane out of the room, I can finally breathe.
“I’m sorry you got hurt, baby, but you’re getting steak tonight for introducing me to Shane. Yes, you are,” I coo into her ear. I will be fantasizing about those lips kneeling in front of me for weeks to come.

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