TEA Update week 12

In celebration of getting a contract for TEA… how about an excerpt? Just keep in mind my wonderful editor, hasn’t had a chance to make me look good yet (and yes she does make me look good. A great editor is worth her/his weight in gold!).

An unedited excerpt from:
The Englor Affair by JL Langley

The most gorgeous man in the entire universe walked up to the lockers just to the right of them, three lockers down. Payton would have sworn that everything in the room stopped. The florescent lights gleamed off the man’s copper colored hair. His angular jaw was shadowy like he needed a shave, but somehow it looked…dashing. His eyes were light but from this distance Payton couldn’t tell their exact color. The redhead was huge, six foot four, at least, but it wasn’t entirely his size that made him stand out. His shoulders were wide and his hips slim. Under his dark blue uniform trousers, the muscles of his thighs were evident. He had a beauty and grace about him, one usually didn’t associate with such a large man.

Payton stared transfixed. His cock hardened, pushing against his pants. His fingers clenched into his palms, wanting to touch.

Dropping his bag, the man turned to his right talking and laughing with the dark headed man next to him. The pale blue shirt pulled tight across his back as he reached forward with both hands and began unbuttoning his shirt. His muscled arse flexed as he shifted his weight and a deep sexy rumble erupted from him as he laughed at something his companion said. It made Payton’s cock jerk and his stomach clench. Bloody hell, those pants couldn’t possibly be regulation could they? They sure looked like Englor Marine uniform pants.

Payton’s breath caught. The man was incredible. The trousers were regulation. The man was not.

Someone walked into Payton’s line of sight, snapping him out of his daze. Dust. He was staring. Not only that, he had an erection and was practically drooling. He darted a quick gaze around him, realizing that the entire room had not stopped, and hoped no one noticed his infatuation. Fortunately, Davidson was tying his shoes. No one else seemed to witness his sudden lack of brain activity either.

“Where are you headed first?” Davidson asked, turning his head toward Payton.

“Huh?” Payton swallowed and felt a drop of sweat slid down his temple. “Oh, the treadmills, I think.”

“Me too. Let me go take a piss and we’ll go.” He picked up his bag and stuck it into an empty locker before heading toward the water closet.

Payton gave him a jerky nod not even flinching at the coarse language. “Okay.” His heart was pounding so hard, he could feel its pulse everywhere, his throat, his ears, his cock. Okay, breathe and don’t look back at the man. Just concentrate and the boner will go away. Payton glanced back at the red head. Pay! You weren’t supposed to look!

The Adonis was now sans shirt. His back was wide and well defined, mouth-wathering really. His muscles so nicely rounded and his skin so smooth—even if it was pale—that he looked fake. No not fake, like a marble masterpiece, a flawless statue.

Payton snapped his mouth shut before the drool dripped out, willed himself not to look at the human masterpiece, and bent over like he was getting something out of his bag. Oh, that was awkward. The seam of his pants bit into his erection, he gritted his teeth and shifted on the bench, trying to look like he wasn’t trying to relieve the pressure off his prick. He probably looked like his arse itched. Aurgh. Payton stopped. Someone was going to notice if he didn’t. He sat back up, pulling the bag into his lap. Oh, better, sort of…

“You’re not ready.”

“Huh?” Payton turned to find Davidson standing over him. Think, think, think. “I have a cramp,” Payton stretched his leg out, being careful to keep the bag over his erection, and pounded on his thigh with his fist, “Why don’t you go ahead and I’ll meet you there. Where are they?”

Frowning, the lieutenant glanced at Payton’s leg. “Are you okay? You look a little flushed.”

Only a little? He felt a whole lot flushed…and flustered. “Sure, just an old injury, not used to this weather, I guess. Go on without me.” Pleeease, go on without me.

“Okay. When you leave the locker room turn left and just keep going, the treadmills are all the way to the back left corner.”

“Great, I’ll see you there.”

Davidson walked off and Payton’s attention went right back to the redhead. Guh. What was wrong with him? The man was like a magnet, and Payton a helpless piece of steel.
The man was bent over pulling his trousers off his feet. Payton shook himself mentally. He had to snap out of it and get his own pants off. Which was going to be difficult with the hard on he was now sporting.

Making sure to grab his large shirt and maneuver it over his lap, Payton put his bag back in the floor. He got his shorts out and laid them across his bag. Without standing up, Payton, unbuttoned his trousers and shimmied them off with his arse only lifting from the bench for a second. He pulled them over his feet and replaced them with his shorts. After getting his shorts on his legs, he tugged them up as far as he could without standing. Making sure his shirt was covering his problem, he stood quickly and yanked them over his hips. He impressed even himself sometimes. No way had anyone seen anything. Grinning, he reached for his shoes and lifted his head.

One crystal blue eye stared at him, the other covered by a red hank of hair, before it was brushed back by a big hand and a set of full lips curved into a smile.

Dust. Payton jerked his head down, studying his feet. He fumbled with his shoes and swallowed. How much had he seen? What if he saw Payton’s little, er big, problem? Sadly, the thought of being seen did nothing to alleviate that condition.

His hands were sweating, but he finally managed to get his shoe tied and his other one on his foot. He fancied he could feel the man’s gaze boring into him. Please, let that be my overactive imagination. Glancing up again, he caught the same clear blue gaze.

The man was bent over tying his own shoe. The lock of red hair fell back over his pale forehead. The dark headed man who came in with him touched his shoulder and said something. The red head grinned again and winked at Payton before looking back over his shoulder at his friend.

Copyright May 2008

Coming in November from Samhain Publishing

Written by JL Langley

JL is a full-time writer, with over ten novels to her credit. Among her hobbies she includes reading, practicing her marksmanship (she happens to be a great shot), gardening, working out (although she despises cardio), searching for the perfect chocolate dessert (so far as she can tell ALL chocolate is perfect, but it requires more research)
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