Tasha and Davis at 333 Harper's Cove by Deanndra Hall

Author:Deanndra Hall [Hall, Deanndra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Celtic Muse Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-12-06T06:00:00+00:00

“Where are we going?” He just keeps asking me that, and I keep trying to tell him to let it go.

“Just do as I ask and you’ll be glad. Please?” I hand him his brown neoprene shorts and gather up his pony gear.

“Please …” he starts, then stops.

“Please what?” When he doesn’t answer, I ask again, “Please what, Davis?”

He stares around, kind of like he’s lost, before he finally says, “Please don’t make me go back with those people. I will if you insist, but I really don’t want to.”

I grab his chin with my hand and pull his face toward mine, but he’s still averting his eyes. “Hey, look at me!” When he doesn’t, I shake his chin and repeat, “Look at me!” His eyes finally meet mine and I tell him plainly, “We’re not going back there. I won’t do that to either of us.” I’m shoving stuff into his bag and muttering, “Take videos of you breeding his mare? I don’t think so. Not happening. Over my dead body.”

“Thank god,” Davis moans. That makes me laugh. “Well, really! I don’t know those people, and I didn’t like the idea of that.”

“Good. Because it wouldn’t matter if you did―not happening.” Everything I think we could possibly need is in the bag and I hand it to him. “Here. You carry this. I’m right behind you.” I grab my phone on the way out the door, and we chatter lightly on the way to the restaurant.

When we get there, Davis looks kind of shocked. “What are we doing here?”

“We’re meeting some people.” I just sashay on in, Davis on my heels, and I tell the hostess, “I’m with the library group.”

“Oh, yes! See the lady back there in the green? That’s them.” She points, and I see someone look our way.

Before I can get all the way to the table, the woman in green stands. She’s a beautiful, statuesque black lady, probably in her thirties, and she has a warm smile. “Tasha?”

“Yes! Tamika?”

“Yes! Welcome!” She hugs me and I instantly feel comfortable. “This is my pony.” She steps aside and I find myself face to face with a short, adorable ginger guy with big blue eyes.

“How d’ya do?” he asks in a lilting Irish brogue.

“Quite well, thank you. This is my pony, Davis. His pony name is Trusty,” I tell them.

“So good ta meet ya, Davis. I’m Eric, and mah pony name is Killer.” His smile is broad and I like him instantly.

Even better, I feel Davis relax beside me and he offers politely, “Nice to meet you. And you too, Tamika.”

“And you as well! Let me introduce you around the group.” She begins the introductions. Within the group are two more women with pony boys, a woman with a pony girl, and a man with a pony boy and a pony girl. There’s also a gay couple, one of whom is a pony, and two more gay men with male puppies. We decide on the buffet so Davis can get his fresh greens and I can get hot food.

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