Bourbon Bites, continued by Jade Buchanan

Or, should I say… Bourbon Street Part One, since this actually takes place before the little incident where Jimmy woke up after a very vigorous night of partying.

Bourbon Bites by Jade Buchanan

©2010 Jade Buchanan, all rights reserved

Jimmy winced at the glare the big man shot him. It wasn’t his fault his friends were all being assholes but apparently the guy was going to treat them all as one. Pity. The man was buff. Vin Diesel bald, with bulging muscles and a gaze hot enough to burn.

Now, if only he could get his friends to stop acting like frat boys in Cancun, it would all be better. He wouldn’t mind having buff dude look at him under other circumstances but he had a feeling the man was lumping him in with the rest of Jimmy’s friends and that just wasn’t very complimentary at the moment. They were all a little excited to head to New Orleans and a few of them had started the party early.

Not drinking, though, just acting like idiots.

“Trav, stop it!” Jimmy hissed, when his friend kicked the seat in front of him. The other three were laughing and yelling beside him and Jimmy wanted to wilt in embarrassment when buff dude sent another laser glare his way.

They finally announced they were ready to board, and Jimmy gratefully stood up. Grumpy buff dude made his way to the flight attendant, handing her his boarding pass. Jimmy stood back, waiting for his friends to stop horsing around and find their own tickets.

“I don’t know where I put mine. Jimmy, did I give it to you?”

Turning back to Trav, Jimmy shook his head. “You had it when we went through security. Did you put it in your pocket?”

“Which one?”

“I don’t know which one. Look for it.” Jimmy paused, waiting for Trav to find his boarding pass. He couldn’t just leave his friends standing here while he went to find his seat. “Christ, Pete, help your boyfriend out, will ya?”

Pete, who’d been silent the entire time Trav and their three friends had been acting like idiots, finally moved forward and started to search Trav’s pockets. Jimmy looked away. Shit, he wasn’t sure he wanted to share a room with the two of them anymore. It’d been awhile since he’d had a boyfriend and just the way Pete was touching Trav was nearly enough to have him whimpering in envy.

Trav finally held his ticket aloft, crowing in glory. “Found it!”

Jimmy laughed, giving the guy a shove to get him moving. He handed his ticket over, moving down the ramp to the plane. Man, this was exciting. He hadn’t been on a trip in close to forever and he just knew they were going to have a blast this week.

Hell, as long as one of them didn’t come back with alcohol poisoning from partying on Bourbon Street, it would all be good.

Biting his lip, Jimmy made his way down the aisle of the plane, waiting for a man to put his bag in the overhead compartment before moving forward again. He counted off the rows, finally coming to 14. Great, which was aisle and which was window again? He was 14C. Looking up from his ticket, Jimmy made eye contact with big Vin himself. Shit.

Trying to act cool, and not give away how nervous the man made him, Jimmy slinked into the seat beside Vin. Their arms and thighs brushed against each other and Jimmy had to hold still or he was afraid he might whimper. Man, the guy was massive beside him. Oh, he was definitely hitting all his buttons. Too bad he didn’t seem to reciprocate the attraction.

Not that Jimmy was too surprised at that. He wasn’t all that. Not that he was hideous. Just not anywhere in Vin’s category.

Trav punched his arm on the way past, laughing like a lunatic while Pete just grinned behind him. Jimmy chuckled, turning it into a cough when he felt Vin look at him.

“Relax kid. I don’t bite.”

Jimmy jumped, swiveling in his seat to look over at Vin. “What?”

“You feel like you’re going to crack from holding yourself like that. Breathe.” His voice was like smooth whiskey, the soft cajun accent musical to his ears.

Exhaling loudly, Jimmy couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry, nervous flyer.” He told the lie smoothly.

Vin stared back at him with intense brown eyes. “Right.”

“Uh… I’m Jimmy.”

“Damien.” He held out his hand.

Hoping he didn’t have sweaty palms, Jimmy reached out to touch Vin. No, Damien.

A faint scent of lemons rose up between them before his hand was engulfed. Jimmy shivered.

A wicked grin spread across Damien’s face. “I hope your trip brings you everything you desire.” He stroked his thumb along Jimmy’s skin, raising goosebumps.

Guh. A shaft of heat hit Jimmy square in the stomach before spreading across his body, like he’d just downed a shot of Bourbon. Uh oh. His dick rose to the occasion, making him squirm again but this time to avoid the uncomfortable press of himself against his blasted zipper.

Damien chuckled, causing Jimmy to duck his head.

“Oh, yes. I think you are going to enjoy yourself, immensely.”

Strangely enough, the words made Jimmy feel both protected and inflamed. Shit, they hadn’t even left home yet and he was already having the best vacation of his life. It could only get better, right?

Written by Jade Buchanan

Jade’s writing is as eclectic as her reading tastes, with over thirty erotic romance tales currently published. She’s also been known to accept writing challenges from friends and family just to see their reactions. She’s a firm believer that love and romance are universal concepts, no matter a person’s gender identity or sexual orientation. Originally from Northern Ontario, Jade has lived in British Columbia and the Sultanate of Oman in the Middle East. Jade currently lives in Calgary, Alberta, where she’s hard at work on her next story. Jade loves to hear from readers! Send her an email at jade.buchanan@yahoo.com.
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