Rainbow Snippet July 15

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).

In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.  The following Snippet is from my newly released BDSM/Motorcycle Club/MMM themed story, Burning Luck, which can be found HERE!  From one of my favorite scenes in the story, here is this weeks snippet, a little long, but, it needs all its pieces.

Cain smiled as he finished breaking down the box and stepped up beside Lucky, who looked away, gut clenching as he realized how quickly this could all be over.

“What’s wrong?”

Lucky blinked, looking up to see the concerned look in Cain’s eyes.

For a moment, Lucky considered saying nothing, but he knew that would just lead to Cain prying and pushing him to talk. “A little too deep in my own head right now,” Lucky admitted, hoping that would be enough to get Cain to back off.

“Then let’s see what we can do to fix that,” Cain suggested, and stepped right into Lucky’s space. Lucky’s eyes widened and when he tried to take a step back Cain followed, one hand going to Lucky’s waist, the other landing on his shoulder.

“Wh—”

“Shhhhh,” Cain silenced him easily as Lucky blinked up into his eyes.

The radio was on low, it was always low when Cain played it. Thorn liked it loud much the same way Lucky usually did. Right now some soft song was on, heavy on the piano with a sad sounding guitar, and Lucky found himself drawn to it.

A knowing smile crossed Cain’s face as he moved just a little, his hand on Lucky’s hip urging him to move too. Soon they were swaying to the beat, Lucky’s arms around Cain’s neck, his head pressed against Cain’s shoulder.