Surfing with a Seahorse - Charlie Richards Page 0,27
until whoever held him shoved him sideways into the wall.
He almost dropped his laptop case and scrambled to hang onto it. Bobby had to wrap both arms around it to hold the old, heavy thing, causing him to scrape his knuckles on the building’s stone walls.
“Now, why’d you have to go and run, dude?” one of his pursuers asked. “That only makes my buddy excited.”
The other guy chortled, and it took everything in Bobby to turn around and face them. “Please, leave me alone,” he whispered, his gaze darting back and forth between the two men. He clutched his laptop case to his chest like a shield.
“Aww, we ain’t gonna hurt ya,” said the first man again, obviously the duo’s speaker. “As long as you give us what we want,” he added in a sultry tone that sent a shiver down Bobby’s spine.
“What-what do you want?” Bobby whispered, his gaze skittering between them.
“Your laptop,” replied the first.
It almost drowned out the second guy’s answer. “Your ass.”
Bobby paled. “No,” he denied.
“Aww, don’t be that way, baby,” the first guy said, leering. “We’ll make it good for you.”
Bobby didn’t have anywhere to go when both guys moved in on him. He whimpered, cringing as the first guy’s bad, beer-soaked breath wafted across his face. Crying out in dismay, Bobby shifted sideways when the second guy grabbed his belt. It didn’t take a genius to realize what would come next.
He started to shake his head, and his body trembled violently. The first guy’s fingers pinched his jaw and turned his head as he pressed his mouth over Bobby’s and forced his tongue into his mouth.
Before Bobby could figure out how to get out of this, an inhuman roar echoed through the alley. Both men jerked, the first lifting his head though he kept his hands on Bobby’s face. The second guy released his unbuckled belt and snarled, “What the fuck was that?”
“No fucking idea,” the first man replied, his tone a cross between worried and angry, probably at the interruption.
“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”
The question, spoken slowly, menacingly, in a deep gruff voice, actually vibrated Bobby’s balls. That could be the only reason Bobby could think of that would explain why his dick started perking up under these circumstances. At least asshole mugger number one released his jaw and both stepped away from him to face the interloper.
Bobby knew he should take advantage of their distraction, so he sucked in a breath and sprinted toward the mouth of the alley. He didn’t make it two steps before thug number two grabbed him and slammed him against a wall. Pain shot through his head as it scraped against the rough stone.
Another roar echoed through the alley. Instead of making his head ring, Bobby felt almost... well... reassured. He pressed a hand to his temple and felt the blood oozing from his skin. Instead of focusing on that, he couldn’t help but notice the way the man who cast the massive shadow and spoke in the deep sexy voice slammed the head of one of the muggers against the wall.
He shouted a warning when he spotted the second man charge toward the shadow that signified his hero, a glimmer of moonlight glinting off the knife of a switchblade clutched in the attacker’s hand.
The big shadow swept a long leg out and knocked the guy off his feet. The first mugger had regained his feet and charged. Bobby’s hero swung out an arm and nailed the guy with his cloak. It must have been made of a stiff material, because the thug bounced backward into the wall. This time, his head hit it with a resounding crack and he slumped on the ground.
Bobby watched his helper’s silhouette rise to his full height as he backhanded the second charging mugger. Like his buddy, when the man went down, he didn’t get back up. Bobby’s jaw dropped when his savior finally stood still and he could take in the guy’s actual proportions. Sure, the shadows obscured quite a bit, but the man must have been at least seven feet tall, and his broad shoulders, holy shit!
“Are you all right?” the guy queried.
“Yeah,” Bobby whispered, unable to stop his gaze from sweeping over the heavily cloaked, shadowed figure. “Thank you.”
“Your laptop,” the man said, kneeling on the ground and grasping a black, square object. “Here.”
Instead of moving toward him, the man slid the bag across the concrete toward Bobby. His aim was true, and the bag stopped a foot in front him. “Thank you,” he said again, grabbing it and pulling it close.
“You’re welcome,” came the guy’s deep voice. “You can go. I’ll call the police and deal with these thugs.”
Bobby’s fists tightened on the handle, but he didn’t move from his spot. For some reason, he desperately wanted to see the face of his hero. He just knew it would be as sexy as his deep voice implied. Instead, he asked, “Is there something I can do to repay you for your kindness?”
For a long moment, the man remained quiet. Bobby almost didn’t think he’d respond, but then the stranger said, “Have dinner with me.”
He knew his brows lifted, and he couldn’t keep in his surprised gasp. He licked his lips and struggled to formulate an answer. Would it be cheating to accept a thank-you dinner from a guy who saved him from... well, probably a mugging and rape?
Bobby decided Seth would probably see it that way. This was the perfect opportunity to move on. If this big man made his interest known, surely Seth would leave him alone, right?
“Never mind,” the man said, refocusing Bobby’s attention. The man moved, his shadow turning, drawing away.
“No, wait, please,” Bobby cried, heading toward him.
About the Author
Charlie started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing gay erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of her husband, Charlie finally fulfilled one of her life-long goals... move to acreage with her horses. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle.
She can be reached at [email protected]
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