18th March 2017 - Smut Sunday - 2 Comments

Smut Sunday #2 Heavy Metal Lust Sneak Peek @BritBoysBoxed

 

Hello my friends to Smut Sunday! Where you get to share a little of your personal smut with the world, whatever that might be. This week I’ve been deep in my latest work in progress called Heavy Metal Lust. When it’s fully polished and shiny it’s going to be part of the British Bad Boys Boxed Set which you can actually pre-order now…check the details below!

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So, here’s a little un-edited and rough (but hey, a bit of rough is fun sometimes ;) snippet from my story introducing the wonderful single Mum Jo. Who will do anything for her daughter…except THAT:

 

The things we do for the love of a thirteen year old offspring. She doesn’t ask for much –okay, she asks for a lot but generally accepts a no with good grace—and so I give in and let her go to these concerts once in a while. Even though my ear health plummets with every one.

It’s worth it though, to see and feel her excitement. As a single mum I’m always worried that she’s not getting all a girl her age should. Not enough of my time  because I have to work, not enough treats because the money I work for is peanuts and not enough opportunity to just be a kid because she has grown up quickly because she’s had to be there for me, too.

There’s not much of a view to admire, but I’m looking out over the area of scrubland and car park as I walk and so it comes as quite the surprise when the toe of my shoe impacts something very solid and I stumble. It’s even more shocking when hands reach out to steady me.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I stutter, gawping at the guy who is steadying me, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“No, no, my fault entirely. Should keep my big size tens tucked away. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine, thank you.” He has stunning eyes. A swirling green patchwork that mesmerizes. His lips are pretty too, plump and ripe and—snap out of it woman—he’s very young.

“You sure?” He squeezes my shoulder as I nod far too hard and for far too long.   His touch is hot and when he removes his hand I can still feel the imprint of his fingers.

Really, I should be moving on, not standing and gawping at him. A black beanie hides the majority of his hair, excerpt for a few dark strands that peek out around his ears. Oversized hoodie (probably sporting a band logo on the back) masks what might be under there but the tight skinny jeans don’t leave a thing to the imagination.

“Would you like a cig?” He pulls a dog eared packet from his back pocket.

“Nah,” I shake my head, “I’ve not smoked in years.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to give up. Hard work though. Especially with the guys smoking around me all the time.”

“That’s really difficult. Only time I crave it now is when I’m in a group of smokers. My lungs are happier now though.”

“So, why you out here then? Not enjoying the band?”

I wonder if he’s specifically trying to keep me talking or if he’s just a naturally chatty person so I reply without much thought.

“God no, it’s horrific noise. All screamy and bangy and urgh.” I shake my head. “My daughter loves it all though. That’s why I’m here.”

“Ah, not a fan then?” His smile is curiously quizzical.

“Not of Eyebleed, no. Black Tranquility are pretty good though. I can sing along to their stuff and their lead singer is pretty easy on the eye. I’ll head back in for that. Can’t miss the opportunity of embarrassing my daughter by old woman bopping along to the tunes.”

“Oh, hush. You’re not old!” He exclaims.

“Why, thanks but I’m old enough to be your mother.” I chuckle, cheeks warming.

“Pffft.” He shakes his head. “Well, however old you are, you’re gorgeous.”

Now, I’m a wordy person. I work in advertising, I spend most of my working week speaking and hardly ever shut up in my own time either. There wasn’t a single thing I could say. Not a thought in my brain to push out onto my lips. I was completely taken aback.

I looked at him, then at the floor, then back at him. His green eyes are rimmed with a boarder of hazel brown and his pupils are huge. I gulp and giggle and look again to the floor.

Eloquent.

“And wonderfully cute too.”

“Oh,” I finally manage to squeak out a response, “stop it.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then, well, then I guess I’d have to do something to stop you!”

“Oh, yes?” He grins widely. If this were cartoon devil horns would grow out of his forehead. “Well I have to say I’ve not been able to take my eyes off you because I just can’t believe how beautiful you are. There’s your amazing eyes – deep and dark and your hair, so sleek and smooth I just want to reach out and run my fingers through it –”

“I can’t see your hair ‘cos of the beanie so I don’t know if I want to touch it.”

Stupid shit falls from my lips when I’m panicking.

“Oh, I’ll take it off for you then,” He chuckles, bending his head forward as he pulls it off. His hair is soft and dark, long on top and shaved at the side. It’s when he flicks the long strands across his face that I see something that makes my jaw drop.

A lightning bolt.

“Thunder?”  I gasp, You’re Thunder…oh shit.”

He just laughs.

“You really didn’t realise?”

I hadn’t, not at all. Which considering he’s plastered all over my daughter’s room is pretty telling of my observational skills.

I just shake my head. Once again completely stumped for words and this time wishing a rogue wind would whip me up and fly me away from the embarrassment.

“Ha, I thought you were just being coy with the lead singer comment.”

“Oh,hell I said you were –I—oh dear.”

“Look, erm, what’s your name?”

“Josephine. Jo, I’m Jo.”

“Okay Josie,” Again, that quirky little smile that shouts mischief flickers across his lips. “I have to go because I’m on stage in like, ten minutes but here’s my number…”

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2 responses to “Smut Sunday #2 Heavy Metal Lust Sneak Peek @BritBoysBoxed”

  1. Kryssie says:

    Can’t wait to see the daughters reaction to her mum’s new love interest.

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