Happy Fourth of July to my American friends 😀
This week, I’m continuing on with my Men of Falcon Pointe snippets with a taste from Book 3, Becoming Rafe. In this snippet, Rafe meets Levlin for the first time while at a gay club.
The guard reached back to open the door at the same time a hand landed on Rafe’s shoulder.
Startled, he turned around to see a man he’d never met before. He was sure he would have remembered if he had. At just under six feet tall, the guy should have looked miniscule next to Rafe’s height. But he didn’t. With a wide chest and muscled arms that would have looked perfect on a pro wrestler, he was stunning. He looked at Rafe with wide hazel eyes. “You okay, kid?” he asked in a remarkably kind voice.
“Get off,” the guy in the black pants said. “We’re going.” He yanked at Rafe’s hand, but before Rafe could stumble backward, the stranger reached out.
“Let him go.”
“Who the fuck are you? Is he your boy toy? Because if so, you aren’t keeping a good enough hold on him. He was begging for it.”
Wait. What? Rafe turned away from the muscled man and blinked at the guy who had dragged him off the dance floor. “Begging for what?” he asked in confusion.
“Well, lookee here,” said another voice as a man he actually recognized walked up—one of Bastien’s roommates. “If it isn’t James, the ass. Trying to take advantage of a twink before he got rescued? Too late. Hands off.”
“Alan, I see the men who are supposed to keep you in line haven’t taught you better manners,” James said, frowning.
Alan snorted. “You’d best be glad Frank didn’t see you do this, or your head might be dislocated from your body right now. He hates bullies and he absolutely loathes you.”
The muscled man looked at Rafe and repeated, “Are you okay, kid?”
“Uh… I think so. Where am I?” He glanced around. “I’m here to dance.”
“Thought so.” Alan grasped his hand and led him back toward the dance floor. “James,” he called over his shoulder, “don’t try this again.”
The moment they got back into the large room with all the sweaty men, Rafe felt a little better, though he instantly began looking for Finn and Santi.
“Let’s get a drink,” Alan said into his ear. “Explain a little about the jerk you just met.”
He followed Alan toward the bar and was startled when he recognized Bastien waiting for him. “I found him,” Alan said in a sing-song voice. “Though Levlin looked like he wanted to flatten James all on his own.”
“James needs to come with a warning label,” Bastien snapped, handing over a beer. “Don’t tell your parents I gave you this,” he added with a wink.
Rafe sipped from the drink and realized he was shaking. “I’m not even sure what happened.”
“Yeah, he goes after the young ones who haven’t learned how to look out for scum,” Alan said. He took a big drink from his glass. “That’s why I watch out when I’m here. Nobody else is getting fucked over by the jerk. Hey, Frankie.” A man who looked to be in his forties walked up, wrapped an arm around Alan from behind, and squeezed his neck lightly.
“Hey, Alan. Where’d you go?” The voice belonged to a man who was taller than the guy who had saved Rafe before Alan showed up, but he also had muscles to spare. Geez. What did they feed the guys around here?
“Oh. Had to rescue Bastien’s cousin. Frank, this is Rafe. Rafe, one of our hotties, Frank.”
While he wanted to find Finn and Santi, Rafe enjoyed hanging out with Bastien’s crowd too much to separate himself. When his friends found him, they were sweaty and looked as though they were having the time of their lives. He was glad that at least the club met their expectations.
“There you are, Levlin,” David called. Rafe turned and gulped as the weight-lifter guy walked up. Levlin. What an interesting name. “Did you hide the body?” David asked with a grin.
“That bastard shouldn’t be allowed to be in here.” The soft Scottish brogue drifted through the air, and Rafe barely kept his mouth from falling open. How had he not registered the accent before?
Eighteen-year-old Nephi Norton goes to Falcon Pointe University to find himself. Away from his conservative family, he hopes to discover if his attraction to men is the real deal. Encouraged to be someone a little different, he starts using his middle name. “Rafe” quickly makes friends, some of whom use a paddle to dispense caring discipline, and he lives it up—until midterms hit and he realizes he’s flunking statistics class.
When Scotland native Éigneachán Jackson Levlin offers to help, Rafe is eager to accept—not only because Levlin is a psychologist, but also because he’s out and proud and hot as hell.
As their relationship heats up, Rafe decides to spend one last Christmas with his family before he tells them. When his little sister outs him to his siblings, they turn out to be fully supportive, and he takes heart—until he introduces Levlin to his father, who brutally dismisses both of them. Now Rafe must come to peace with his father’s rejection or risk losing Levlin—and all he has become at Falcon Pointe—forever.
How about some more wonderful M/M snippets?