[EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from my next novel, "Dirt: The Not Quite Unreal Finale". DIRT is the third book in a series of novels, and is currently under production. As the final manuscript has yet to be delivered and approved by my publisher, things can still change, scenes can still be deleted and/or rewritten. I'm sharing this particular scene only because I feel like I owe my readers the assurance that the third novel IS definitely coming out anytime soon. All rights belong to me as author. Thanks. Please share your thoughts at the comments section. ]
The elderly doctor side stepped to let the three
other passengers of the elevator out. Odd how they looked to her like they were
in a race, trying to overtake the others. Which they sort of were. Astrud would
want nothing more than to be the first person Mitch would see to enter her
hospital room. She didn’t know why the other two were trying to get there
first, though.
For his part, Orestes had always been Alpha Male. A
well meaning but misplaced sense of protectiveness towards his classmate was
driving him to half run towards the room Michelle Lim was confined in. If his
people were correct, she was still in a coma, really, there was no need for him
to hurry. Never the less, once word that the Lims have started to allow
visitors, Orestes insisted on being one of the first in the room. No one gets
ahead of Orestes in anything, after all, and that was just how things are.
Jason Lastimosa, of course, was running for an
altogether different, more intimate, reason.
His phone rang while he was in the shower.
“It’s your phone,” the woman yelled. “Pick it up.” It
was her house.
Jason Lastimosa grabbed a towel and wrapped it around
his waist. There was no need for modesty, he had just been fucking the woman on
the floor before he went to take a shower. Which was precisely why he needed a shower.
His pants were under her bed. He kneeled to reach for
the ringing phone inside one of the pockets. It was his classmate Astrud.
“Where are you?”
“Home,” he lied. “How is she?”
“They’re letting people in now. Pick me up. Let’s go
together.”
Jason wanted to argue; he didn’t like how bossy
Astrud sounded. He never liked how bossy Astrud always sounded. But he’d been
dying for any news about Mitch, and people would wonder what he’d be doing
there without any of their common friends around.
“Ok, I’ll pick you up. Text me where you are.”
Jason dropped the call. The woman came back, and wrapped
her arms around him. “Who was that?”
“I have to go,” Jason answered.
The woman frowned. She was at that delicate age of
narrowly being able to pull it off and looking ridiculous for pouting. “Stay. I’ll
make dinner.”
“I really can’t, ma’am. My mom’s looking for me,” he
said. He was getting good at lying.
The woman detached herself. She flopped on her bed,
and crossed her slender legs in the way she knew men want. “Half an hour more,
please?”
“I really can’t.” Jason started putting his pants on.
“15 minutes?” she asked. He had his socks on.
May Belle bit her lip seductively, and looked at her
student straight in the eye.
“OK, maybe 10.” Jason unbuttoned his fly.
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