Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases!
This week’s tease comes from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which was re-released on Monday with an additional chapter ❤
In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Anne is trying to recoup from the night’s ordeal, but… are things really settled?
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She was exhausted. And, damn, how thirst scratched at her throat. She should have had a glass of water before going to bed.
She slid out of the sheets with one ear focused on Brian’s regular snoring. Holding her breath, careful to not make the mattress move, she crept out of bed, centimeter by centimeter, until both feet stood on the soft, woolen carpet.
She paused. What if she woke the bicyclists in the living room?
No, she knew the house inside out and wouldn’t make a sound. It wasn’t the first time she’d tiptoed through the place at night.
Blinded by the dark, she felt around for clothes. Cool air from the badly sealed window brushed her naked skin. Outside, the heavy rain clattered on.
She found a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and put them on. Opening the bedroom door, she slipped into the blackened hall, her naked feet treading on cold floorboards. Like Brian a half-hour earlier, she put her hands on the paneled wall to let it guide her.
The four other rooms were quiet. At the end of the hall, dim light from the first floor illuminated in the stairs…and the acrid scent of burning candle drifted to her nostrils, together with the sour-sweet sharpness of alcohol. How odd. Had the bicyclists been drinking?
She reached the staircase. Low chuckles from below made her heart skip a beat. She froze and held her breath. Apparently, they weren’t asleep yet.
Should she continue? That wouldn’t be very smart, would it? Then again, she didn’t want to drink the lukewarm, copper-tasting water from the sink in the bathroom.
An unmistakable moan came next, barely audible above the heavy rain.
Unable to resist her curiosity, she crept down the first wooden step, placing her fingertips on the narrow walls at her sides for balance. At the bottom, human shadows moved with the grace of dancers on the nearest wall.
Confident she was invisible in her dark corner of the living room, she silently descended the stairs one after the other with steps as soft as cat paws. At the bottom, she bent her head to see the scene unfolding at the other side.
Atop the coffee table, a white candle burned next to a bottle and a glass, creating a romantic atmosphere. Behind the swirling flame, the two young bicyclists sat close together on the bordeaux couch, dressed in pullovers and sweatpants, entangled. Gentle candlelight caressed their smiling faces as they stared into each other’s eyes, murmuring words Anne couldn’t hear, and… uh… kissing.
Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen
Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.
A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?
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