Excerpt Day: Give it Time B.A. Tortuga
Give it Time: the Seven of Wands by B.A. Tortuga
Release Date: April 4, 2009
Publisher: Torquere Books
ISBN: 978-1-60370-673-5
ISBN (10): 1-60370-673-9
Publisher Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1891
Blurb: A Roughstock Universe Book. CB, nicknamed Biscuit by his cowboy friends, has to stay off the bulls to heal up a groin injury that leaves him wondering if he'll ever get to have sex again. Sports medicine man, Jonesy, is more than happy to help in both departments, but he knows CB has to take his time and get better. Biscuit is as stubborn as a cowboy can be, and determined to play the bullriding game he loves so much. Jonesy thinks he has the perfect bribe, though, and he's willing to play dirty to get CB back to health. Can the two of them nurse CB back to his best riding form?
Excerpt:
Surveying the guys, Jonesy deemed them all in good hands and went to look for Cody. Fool man.
He checked the chutes, the locker room, then back in the little room where the bullfighters suited up. That's where he found CB, sound asleep on a bench, leaning against a wall.
"Cody. Man. Come on." He shook Cody's arm gently, not wanting to startle.
"Huh? Jonesy? Fuck. Sorry. Ain't been sleeping real good. Time to go home?"
"Where are you staying, hon? I'm all done."
"Uh... The big hotel? Marriott?" Cody leaned against him, cheek stubbled and rough against his arm.
"Okay. I'll get you there." That was where he was staying, too.
"You rock. Let's go have a beer. Maybe some nachos." Was that a hand on his butt?
"I could go for that. Maybe some cake." He waved to Doc and Wally.
"Cool." CB stood up, got moving, bowlegged as all get out. "What kind of cake?"
"Uh. I dunno. I like carrot. Hey, maybe they have banana splits!" Jonesy loved banana splits like nothing going.
"Oh, man. I'm a fucking ice cream hound."
"Yeah?" Shit, this could be fun. "Well, come on, gimpy. Let's go get you a bed to lie on and some dessert to eat."
Why wait so long for the damned cruise? They could start their vacation now.
"Are you coming on to me, man?" Those pretty eyes caught his, just real quick.
"You were the one feeling up my ass. I'm just suggesting room service." Damn him and his bright, hot cheeks anyway.
"Well, room service would make it easier to feel you up. Unless you're rooming with Doc. That would be fucking creepy." CB just kept walking. "Like fucking near Gramps."
"What is it that you boys have against Coke? I like him." Poor Coke. Everyone acted like he was as old as the mountains.
"Nothing, man. Nothing at all. I just... he's not fantasy material, hmm?"
"Well, no, but he ain't that bad. And I'm not sharing a room with Doc. I got my own. If you want to feel me up some more."
"I could. Hell, I might feel you up a lot more, if you're willing."
A smile spread on his face, and he just couldn't hold it back. "I'd like that. I surely would. Though you ought to rest."
"I can feel and rest at the same time, after ice cream."
"There you go." Hell, he would bet Cody couldn't even get it up. But the idea that they could kinda... play. It was a good idea.
He got a little, half-assed grin, a nod. He wasn't sure what all they'd agreed on, just that they had. That would be enough for now. The rest they'd just have to play by ear.
Looked like his evening was about to improve. In spades.