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Indigo Road

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by RJ Jones


  Maude went on to make a full recovery. Insurance paid for the repairs in Florida, and Mom and Dad used Maude as an excuse for a little holiday of their own, flying to Orlando to pick her up and driving her home. Maude currently sat under a tarpaulin in Dad’s shed, waiting for the next road trip. Mom and Dad had already made plans to drive her to Connecticut next spring.

  Alex drove me to and from my therapy sessions three times a week. Despite my constant whining that my therapist was ‘a manipulative bitch,’ I made good progress, soon ditching the crutches but still hobbling around with a leg brace on.

  It seemed it wasn’t only family and friends who had been keeping track of our travels through the blog, and Alex was offered a position with a national gay magazine as their travel consultant a few weeks after our return. It meant a fair bit of traveling, but after my brace was taken off, I was able to travel with him, and Alex did a few feature posts as a couple, rather than catering only to the young single crowd.

  I set up a graphic design business by accident. Since I wasn’t able to get out and about initially, I started doing some online designs for something to do to pass the time. I started to have repeat customers and my business steadily grew. I worked from home at first, but as long as I had my laptop, I could work whenever I traveled with Alex.

  Alex returned late one evening after completing an assignment in Vermont to find me sitting up in bed looking at rentals online.

  “Hey,” I said as he closed the den door behind him.

  “Horse.”

  “Your dad wants his den back,” I stated simply.

  “And?”

  “I missed you.”

  Alex smiled as he leaned down to kiss me. “I missed you too. What did Dad say?”

  “Nothing, actually. I thought it was a good way of telling you we need to move out.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “I’m almost fully mobile and if we’re going to move the bed upstairs, we might as well just move it into our own place instead.”

  “But it’s free to live here,” Alex said as he started stripping out of his clothes.

  “Crowded.”

  “The food’s good,” he countered.

  “The walls have ears.”

  “Do they?”

  “Yes. I’m too scared to make any noise when you fuck me. The last thing I want is knowing looks over the breakfast table.” I pouted. I didn’t actually think Mr. and Mrs. Maybury had ever heard us since they slept upstairs, but it felt weird being vocal during sex when there were parents under the same roof. I batted my eyelids as I palmed my growing cock through the thin sheet. “Don’t you want to make me scream?”

  Alex’s gaze turned hungry and he stripped out of the rest of his clothes in record time.

  After we’d made love, Alex told me about a trip he had coming up.

  “What, like Spain?” I asked.

  “Is there another Ibiza you know about?”

  “And I’m going?”

  “Yep. My boss must like my work because when I asked if you could come, he agreed it was a good idea. It’s one of those couple assignments again. It doesn’t hurt that he likes the work you’ve done on the website.” Alex rolled over so we were face to face. I pulled him to me, needing the closeness once more. He kissed me tenderly, then talked about the upcoming Spanish trip and the things we could see.

  “Do you think we’ll ever get married?” Alex asked a bit later, not taking his eyes off my face. He smiled and I schooled my features as I tried to keep the excitement from my voice.

  “I haven’t really thought about it,” I said as I snuggled into the pillow and closed my eyes. “Can you get the light?”

  Alex chuckled as he flicked the switch and lay down facing me, entwining our fingers.

  His breath ghosted across my skin and I could feel his gaze on me. “I love you,” he whispered into the darkness.

  I squeezed his fingers. “Hmm, I love you too.” I opened my eyes and we stared at each other for a long minute, his face illuminated by the streetlight coming in through the thin curtains.

  “Do you want to get married?” he asked after a while.

  I smiled. “Are you asking me to marry you, Alex Maybury?”

  He shrugged one shoulder. “Depends on what your answer is, I guess.”

  “Well, I can’t give you an answer to a question I haven’t been asked.” I smiled into the darkness as I waited for the question, nerves tingling my skin.

  Alex asked a question, but not the one I expected.

  “What color suit did you have in mind? Because I found these really cool indigo ones online.”

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  RJ started as a reader and eventually made the progression to reviewing. It wasn't until two men popped into her thoughts, insisting on telling her their story that she started to write. It started with one scene. A hot and dirty one in the shower.

  RJ's initial thought was if she could write their scene then they'd shut up and allow her to concentrate on other aspects of the day. That shower scene was 3000 words long and three hours of work. But they didn't shut up. They told her their entire story and she didn't sleep for days. Sometimes she couldn't keep up with what they were telling her and she had to keep a notebook by the bed.

  Whilst RJ was writing their story a side character decided he needed his story told too. Then other characters followed suit.

  You see the problem? If RJ ever wants to sleep again then she needs to write.

  RJ is a wife and a mother to two boys. Even her dog is a boy.

  RJ writes emotionally charged, character driven romances. Her guys will always get their HEA, but it will never be easy.

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  rjjonesauthor.com

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  ALSO BY RJ JONES

  Hopelessly Devoted

  The One That I Want

  (Part of Wayward Ink’s ENCORE Anthology)

  Out of the Blue Series

  Into the Blue

  Out of the Blue

  Black and Bluhe

  Coming in 2016

  True Blue

  As the Leaves Fall

  As the Ice Melts

 

 

 


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