The Pretty Boy and the Tomboy Cover Reveal

Below is one of my favorite scenes from THE PRETTY BOY AND THE TOMBOY. I hope you enjoy it.

He needed a good fuck.

Cal stretched his mostly bare body as he enjoyed the November sun filtering through glass and climate-controlled air in the sunroom. It certainly hadn’t taken him long to get used to the lap of luxury. He’d been a good boy for two days, checking carefully on the guesthouse progress. Things were under control there without him. He’d packed in nine or more hours of sleep a night and some serious hot-tub time, so he was starting to feel like regular humans who didn’t throw their bodies through the air trying to catch random soccer balls. He’d also done some serious eating.

What was next? Sex. Okay, small Eli twinge. Maybe there was a gay bar around here somewhere. While he wasn’t much for one-night stands, it could be nice to find a man to hang out with for a few days or a week. He should have asked the guys, but in truth, they probably wouldn’t know. They’d been a couple when they moved into this house they’d built, and Em had come along less than a year later. No need for prowling. Man, he’d like that too. Staying home for what he needed. He sure wasn’t embarked on a life that encouraged staying at home much ever. But that was a thought for some other time. Maybe he’d look online later to find a bar.

He grabbed his towel and dried the sweat pooling in his Speedos. Wouldn’t be caught dead in these things in public, but they were great for sunning. Hauling himself up, he headed for the kitchen. Lunch was in order. They’d left him a refrigerator and pantry full of goodies. Roan the Gourmet had probably orchestrated it, but Jake had thrown in his share of junk food.

As he passed the entry, the doorbell rang. Who the hell? Maybe someone connected with the construction. He couldn’t run upstairs and change, so he wrapped his towel around his hips to cover the practically nonexistent bathing suit. Yeah, he’d bought it in France.

Cal pulled open the door and was surprised to see a really cute young guy. Small, maybe five feet eight or so, and quite slim, with dark brown hair that kind of curved around his ears. He was wearing fatigue pants and a leather jacket and, WTF, had a duffel bag over his shoulder. What was he selling? “Can I help you?”

The guy’s eyes were wide, and he seemed pretty riveted on Cal’s bare chest. Good, the kid was intimidated. “I, uh… Is, uh, Emmaline Silvay here?”

“No, she’s on vacation. I’m her brother-in-law. What can I do for you?” Cal was conscious of stretching out his six-five for effect.

The kid dropped the duffel on the wide portico floor. “Merde. I knew I should’ve called, but I got this great flight, and my cell was freaking out from being back in the States, and I couldn’t get a connection, so I just came.” He looked up. “Vacation, really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“But she shouldn’t be flying.”

“Actually, she’s not. She’s driving, if that’s any of your business.”

“Well, it kind of is. I’m Em’s cousin, Angel Silvay. She asked me to come help deliver her baby.”

“What?” Was this guy a doctor? Angel? He didn’t look Hispanic.

“Yeah, I’ve been on a mission in Senegal. Still am, actually. I mean, I’ve got to go back. But I got a cargo flight to bring me to New York, and then I got a bus out here.”

Cal looked at his bag. “So you’re planning on staying? Here?”

“Well, yeah. I don’t have any other place to stay and not much money. Em said I could stay here.”

“Why the hell didn’t she tell me?”

The kid looked down at his sneakers. “I’m earlier than expected. I saw the chance for the flight and jumped at it. I guess I can go into the city and try the Y.”

Oh shit, who was he to put Em’s cousin out on the street, even if it did wreck his plans for some hot sex in the Jacuzzi? Besides, the guy was really cute. Big brown eyes. Probably about Cal’s age. Guess it was too much to hope he was gay. “Come on in, then.” Cal stepped aside, allowing access into the entry hall.

“You sure?”

“No.”

The kid stopped walking.

“Sorry, I’m being an ass. It’s just that this is my vacation too, and I wasn’t planning on sharing the space with anyone. Come on in.”

The kid walked into the house. “Mon dieu, it doesn’t look like we’re going to be crowded.”

“No. What’s with the French?”

The kid still stared around the house. “It’s the colonial language of Senegal. It’s the one language most of the people all know, so I have to know it too. I just get used to speaking it.”

“Ah.” Cal nodded.

The guy grinned. “I’m probably wrecking your plans for hot and cold running cheerleaders.”

“Only if the cheerleaders are guys.”

The boy stared at Cal’s chest, then slowly up to his face. “Really?”

“Yes, really. If that bothers you…”

“Hell no. It’s just you’re such a hunk.” He smiled. “Never assume, right?”

Cal smiled back. “Guess you’re not gay, or you wouldn’t assume that only women deserved hunky guys.”

He shook his head. “No, not gay. And I guess I just didn’t think about it. But gotta admit, some guy’s pretty lucky.”

Odd thing for a straight guy to say. “Uh, thanks. C’mon, let me show you your room.”

He led Angel upstairs and installed him in the guest room farthest from where Cal was staying. It had a soft, gray-blue decor, a king-size bed like all the guest rooms but one, and a balcony that looked out over the front of the house. “After you clean up, there’s a ton of food around this place. I’m not much of a cook, but help yourself.”

“Oh, I love to cook. Never get much chance in Senegal, ’cause all we’ve got most of the time is wood fires. Okay if I cook something?”

“You kidding? Hell, yes. Wait till you see Roan’s gourmet kitchen.”

“Roan. He’s the mannequin, uh, model, right?”

Good, he must already know about his cousin’s living arrangements. “Yeah, and a nicer guy you’ll never meet. My brother’s pretty great too.”

“That’s Jake, right? The scientist.”

“Yep. Geneticist. He and Em work together.”

“Oh dieu, I sure heard all about him for a year or so.”

“Yeah, seems they had the hots for each other, but neither one would step up and say so. They finally got together.” He pointed to the bathroom. “All the bathrooms in this house are pretty great, so get comfortable. I’m going to shower the sweat off me. By the way, I was in the sunroom. I don’t usually flash the callers.”

“You don’t hear me complaining, bebe.”

Cal seriously wanted to ask the guy again if he was gay, but figured he better take Angel’s word. “Okay, make yourself at home. I’m no host, so you’re on your own.”

“Fine by me. See you later maybe.”

“If you’re cooking, I’m eating.”

The kid laughed, and Cal headed for his suite.

He passed the linen closet. Towels. Probably none in the guest room except some decorative shit. He opened the closet and grabbed four of the thick, soft bath sheets he loved so much. Hell, Angel probably hadn’t seen a fluffy towel in Africa. He deserved a little luxury.

He knocked lightly on the half-open guest room door. No answer. He pushed the door and heard water running. He thought he’d better take them in, so Angel would see them when he got out. He crossed the room on the soft Asian rugs and opened the bathroom door. “Hey, Angel, here are… Holy shit!”

Standing naked and dripping inside the open shower door was a tall, very slim girl. Almost flat-chested, but not completely, her combination of perky little breasts and curling pubic hair made her sex pretty damned clear. Now.

She just stared back at him. “Did you expect me to be clothed in the shower, mon ami?”

“No, I… Jesus, why didn’t you tell me? I mean…”

She reached out and took one of the towels he still clutched in his hands and began to dry herself with it. “Why didn’t I tell you what?”

“That you’re a fucking girl?”

She stopped drying and stared at him. Recovering, she frowned. “Well, what in the hell else would I be?”