The Jade Triangle

Dragonbound: The Jade Triangle
By L. Shannon
Genre: Erotic Urban Fantasy (m/m)
Length: Short Story - Amber Kiss (6k words)
ISBN-  (Electronic)
Amber Quill Press
Cover Artist: Trace Edward Zaber
Editor: Catherine Snodgrass

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Cal,  Jin and Jade's  story continues...


(*WARNING* Graphic excerpt. Consider yourself warned.)

...“Cal? Why are you naked?” Jin asked just one of several questions running wildly through his mind. Why were they both naked? Why in bed together? Why was Cal looking as satisfied and used up as a well ridden whore? What the hell had happened?

Just then Cal’s face turned to stone. Very stubborn stone. The kind of rock-hard, no-give, son-of-a-bitch look that said he didn’t want to explain whatever it was that had led them to this moment. Cal struggled from the bed.

Doing the math, there weren’t too many variations on the answer. “We fucked, didn’t we? Why can’t I remember? What the hell happened?”

Cal pulled on his pants and a shirt that looked like it had been through a war zone. “You didn’t do anything.”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“I’m not lying.” Maybe not lying but he sure as hell wasn’t spilling the truth either. “Look, just calm down, Jin.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down.”

Cal shrugged and then walked toward the door. “Then don’t calm down.”

“Did you drug me?” Jin shook his head. That was ridiculous. “No, you wouldn’t do that. Did someone else drug me? Did something like that happen?”

Cal, his best friend in the world, didn’t answer. Instead he hesitated by the door to pull off his ruined shirt once more and grab his shoes. “I have to go check on Tory. I’ll be back for work.” Then the door slid shut with a quiet click behind him.

“Like I give a shit about work.” Then again it would give him eight or more hours to drag the truth out of the bastard. With Cal acting as bodyguard they’d be together the whole time. He wouldn’t be able to escape. Yeah, maybe work would be exactly what he needed.

He puttered through his usual morning activities, all the while waiting for the moment he could start grilling Cal again.

Sadly, by ten A.M., after an hour of togetherness, he was greatly disappointed by his progress.

“You won’t talk to me, but you insist on staying with me. Cal, you don’t make any sense at all.”

“I’m sorry, Jin.”

“Much as I want you to talk to me, I’m sick to death of hearing that particular line.”

Cal shook his head and stood silently beside the door while the next visitor entered the office. Damn him. Damn him to hell...


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