Sunday Snippet: On the Bench

December 30, 2018

I hope everyone who celebrates had a terrific holiday. Mine ended up being lovely; very low-key and quiet with family. The days after have been filled with catching up with friends. I got to spend time with my two best friends from high school last night and we had the best time. So nice to catch up after such a long time.

It's been a slow week for television. My focus is off right now and background noise gets distracting sometimes. I did catch some Classic Who while catching up on the dishes and doing some cooking. I'm into the web planet episodes right now.

Started the Thanksgiving episode of The Flash. Really hope to get caught up on my CW shows soon. Watched Midsomer Murders's final episode of series thirteen. Nice to see how Barnaby the first retired.

I also caught another episode of Babylon 5. I'd forgotten about this one and it was nice to see Dr. Franklin fight a moral dilemma. Also watched an episode of The Sarah Conner Chronicles. As a standalone episode, it worked well.

And that's pretty much it for my light week of viewing. Tonight's post is from On the Bench, a novella that started with a group discussion about weird situations characters find themselves in.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Peyton Bice comes of age around the mixed marital arts sporting events and her past comes calling in the form of her father's former star fighter, now a leading trainer. Rookie Cliff Westfordson offers a shoulder to lean on, but Peyton fears getting tangled up with the newest recruit on her dad's roster.

And a snippety peek…

Peyton Bice closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. You'll be sorry, Peyton. Roman Capp will chew you up and spit you out. Her father's words echoed in her mind now at the sight greeting her.

Her boyfriend, the man she'd put all her faith in, currently had two up and coming mixed martial arts female fighters in bed with him. One, a brunette, on her knees with Roman's dick buried deep and the other, a blonde, flat on her back with Roman's hand between her legs.

I should have listened to you, Dad.

Peyton dropped her duffel bag on the floor with a loud thud. "Guess the honeymoon's over." Barely six months into her official relationship with the raging dickhole.

Roman craned his head around and motioned her to join the group on the bed. "Come on, baby." He pulled out of the brunette. "I got plenty of dick to go around." He fisted his cock, giving it a good tug.

She snorted and swallowed down the bile rising in her throat. "I don't think so, Roman. The size of your dick doesn't mean fuck all right now." She clenched her teeth together and snarled. "Where you're putting it does." The weight of her terrible choice settled between her shoulders and she resisted the urge to start tearing all three occupants apart.

A moment of clarity. The past year had been leading up to this very moment. She'd made the worst decision ever, all because she'd believed and trusted Roman.

He narrowed his eyes then glanced at the two new recruits. "Entertain yourselves for a moment. Gotta straighten this out with the little lady." He got up, his hard dick bobbing up and down, and walked toward Peyton.

The blonde and brunette moved to the middle of the bed and became a tangle of lips, hands, and scissored legs.

Roman grabbed her arm in a loose grip. "Peyton, babe, you know you're mine. Fucking these two doesn't change that." He slid his gaze sideways, licking his lips at the sight of the two women tribbing. "God damn, they're hot." He shifted his attention back to Peyton. "Gotta break in the new talent. You know that better than anyone. Busted your cherry, didn't I?"

More like he'd taken what she freely offered, much to her dad's dismay. She'd been six months shy of her eighteenth birthday when she'd been dazzled by Roman's seduction. And she'd been eighteen for two days when her dad cut Roman from his roster and Peyton walked out to follow the man she loved.

Peyton's lips twisted in a grimace. "Yeah, you did." So stupid. She couldn't be any dumber if a load of bricks landed on her head. "Thanks for that." She needed at least a hundred miles between her and Roman ASAP or one of them would end up in the hospital. "And have fun fucking the new girls. I'm sure they'll be big names on the marquee soon." She pulled away from him, repulsed by his touch, and bent to get her duffel bag.

Roman followed her from the bedroom. "Don't even think about leaving, you stupid bitch. I own your ass. You won't find anyone who gives it to you the way I do." He stopped in the middle of the living room.

Her hand on the doorknob, she paused a moment. Right. Because her nonexistent experience before Roman gave her nothing to base a comparison on. And exactly what had he given her? An STD test would definitely tell her. Shouldering her bag, she opened the door and left the apartment, and the building. She hated to crawl back to The Barn, but Beau wouldn't turn her away. Blood meant something to him.

And she had a new appreciation for what flowed through her veins.

This scene took a direction I didn't expect and it wouldn't be reined in. Peyton needed the bite of harsh reality and Roman definitely delivered.

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin