Ash Penn Passing Time [Loose Id MM] (epu

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.Table of ContentsDedicationChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenLoose Id Titles by Ash PennAsh PennPassing TimeAsh Pennwww.loose-id.comPassing TimeCopyright © March 2011 by Ash PennAll rights reserved.This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this e-book ONLY.No part of this e-book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC.Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author's rights.Purchase only authorized editions.eISBN 978-1-60737-958-4Editor: Venessa GiuntaCover Artist: Valerie TibbsPrinted in the United States of AmericaPublished byLoose Id LLCPO Box 425960San Francisco CA 94142-5960www.loose-id.comThis e-book is a work of fiction.While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.WarningThis e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers.Loose Id LLC’s e-books are for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase.Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.* * *DISCLAIMER: Please do not try any new sexual practice, especially those that might be found in our BDSM/fetish titles without the guidance of an experienced practitioner.Neither Loose Id LLC nor its authors will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles.DedicationTo my crit buddies at ER Authors—Thanks for all your help and support.I’m so glad I found you guys.To Sue—who read as I wrote and wasn’t afraid to tell me what worked and what didn’t.Chapter OneToward the end of yet another tedious day, Louis Duncan found himself wandering streets he’d not trekked in twenty years.Since his unexpected return to his hometown, he’d tried a variety of the pubs and bars that had sprung up along the High Street in his absence, but only one managed to draw his attention night after night.The Prince of Wales public house had undergone a total transformation since the dark and dingy days of his youth.It was now a classy-looking modern bar called Harvey’s.Wood paneling and floor-to-ceiling windows had taken the place of the traditional beer-and-nicotine-stained walls Louis recalled as being off-limits to a teenager looking younger than his years.The usual hum of voices permeated the low-level music as he entered the bar and approached the array of bottles.He took a moment to scan the various spirits, although he never ordered anything other than a large bourbon.“Hey, Lou.” The barman, Jake, greeted him as though Louis had been a regular for years.“How’s your mum?”Louis had spent most of the day at her side, the rhythmic chug and beep of the complicated machinery keeping him company.Occasionally a nurse would rustle up a coffee, and a doctor might pop in to update him on her progress, but apart from that the only conversation he’d shared these past couple of weeks was with a fresh-faced, eternally cheerful barman.“No change,” he said, catching the faint nasal vowels of his own adopted New York accent.Already the longed-for bourbon, a drink he had yet to order, sat before him.For all his youth, this guy knew how to keep his customers happy.Louis lifted the glass and swallowed the contents, savoring the thin heat flaming down into his belly.“Another?” Jake asked, already reaching for the drained glass.Louis smiled.For reasons unknown to himself, he always tried to arrange his features into an expression that might pass for pleasant with this particular guy.“Thanks, Jake.”Jake returned the smile and then turned away to fetch the bourbon, affording Louis a prime view of plump ass.He wasn’t totally desensitized to the allure of a well-presented body.“Cute,” Carter said softly, taking a perch on the stool next to Louis’s.“I’m a little long in the tooth for cute.” Louis glanced at his lover, a handsome, smartly dressed man with a shock of sandy hair.Carter grinned, his gray eyes bright and mischievous, exactly like the man he was before the illness had yellowed his skin and ravaged his body to a wispy husk.“You’re a little long in the tooth for spending yet another evening alone in a bar, but that doesn’t seem to bother you so much.”Louis hunched forward on his stool.“Every day I get to sit by and watch the mother I haven’t spoken to in twenty years slip closer to death.I think I’ve earned myself a few lousy drinks, don’t you?”“You don’t think you might have earned yourself more? A shot of that, perhaps?” Carter gestured to the barman on his return.“Only you, my love,” Louis muttered as Jake set a fresh bourbon in front of him.“Sorry?”Louis glanced up to meet Jake’s curious gaze.“Nothing.Just talking to myself.”“Is that something you do a lot?”“More than I should.” Louis was long past caring whether he looked like a fool or a loon [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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