Vying for his Affection by Charlie Richards

Author:Charlie Richards [Richards, Charlie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, A Loving Nip, erotic Romance, Shapeshifter, vampire, GLBT, Gay, Adult
ISBN: 9781487426675
Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
Published: 2019-08-22T18:30:00+00:00

Max enjoyed the hayride, and Rhyme behaved the perfect gentleman. He helped Max into his seat, even draping one of the provided blankets over the hay bale for his comfort. With his arm around Max’s shoulders, Rhyme kept him from being jostled too badly while the team of draft horses pulled the wagon.

“I’ve never been on a hayride where it was pulled by horses before,” Lilibeth commented from where she sat on Max’s other side. “It’s always been pulled by a tractor.”

“We do have a tractor that can pull this. We use it when we load hay bales onto this from the field,” Rhyme admitted. “But we thought having it pulled by horses for the dinner would be more authentic.”

“You have your own hay fields?” Lilibeth glanced around, but all around them were sparse copses of trees and rolling meadows. “Where?”

“We do,” Rhyme confirmed, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. “When you first enter the ranch, there’s a gate into the left pasture. Cross that to another gate, and there’s a dirt road which leads to them.” Smiling, he told her, “You should come back during October. We use the hay bales to form a haunted maze out there. People park in the pasture, then take a hay wagon to the maze.” Shrugging, he added, “Although that’s pulled by our tractor. Unless people want to walk, anyway.”

“Oh, wow! You guys do a maze?” Stanton cut in from where he sat on Rhyme’s other side. “That’d be fun.” Then his brows furrowed. “Or would I be too tall and could see over the side?”

Rhyme patted Stanton’s knee good-naturedly. “Nope. Don’t you worry about that. We make our walls seven feet high. You won’t be able to see over it.”

Stanton turned to Jerome. “You wanna go, J?”

“If you want. Sure,” the laid-back friend replied.

“I’ll get you tickets,” Rhyme assured, nodding.

Lilibeth leaned forward and grinned at Rhyme. “Me, too?”

“Absolutely.” Rhyme then turned and brushed his lips over Max’s temple. “You, too, little”—he cleared his throat—”uh, beloved?”

To Max’s surprise, he didn’t feel the least bit of offense at Rhyme’s near slip. In fact, he sort of missed the endearment.

Max swallowed hard before offering Rhyme a shy smile. “You, um, you can call me that... if you want to,” he murmured, trying to keep breathing slowly so he didn’t blush. “I-I didn’t understand before. Didn’t listen to... how you said it.”

“I’d like that very much,” Rhyme murmured, cradling his face with his free hand. Tracing his thumb along Max’s jaw, he stared into his eyes. “And I am sorry that the first words you heard me speak were something that offended you. I didn’t mean to. I”—Rhyme paused, grimacing—”I joke and shit, but I never mean to hurt.”

Max nodded, hearing the sincerity in Rhyme’s tone and reading the truth in his eyes. “Sometimes misunderstandings happen.”

“Then going forward,” Rhyme began slowly, “we should try to avoid misunderstandings. Hmm?”

The way Rhyme continued to tease the pad of his thumb over Max’s skin caused the hairs on his neck to stand on end.

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