Page 57 of Nightcrawler
Review/rating by Nightcrawler: Two stars
Synopsis:
Set on the South Side of Chicago, this book tells the story of a struggling middle-class African American family as they learn to cope with their son who’s just come out as gay.
My Review:
Let me say first of all, in honor of the author…blimey! Secondly—on a personal note—I really need to double check the categories of the books I choose more carefully. This one takes the cake. I’m giving this review a two-star rating which is more than it deserves, primarily because the author, Sir Nicholas Margate, whom I suspect is a foppish English lord, has pulled off something nearly incomprehensible. Somehow, he’s gotten in the minds of a black family and laid out their trials and tribulations of how they fare in daily Chicago life, as they try to figure out how to deal with a son who’s just told them he’s gay. Or, as the British say…bloody hell!
As far as plot, I’d give this a four-star for the first six chapters. It kinda goes downhill after that…or better put, it plunges into the negative-star rating. One night after work, the father of this family, Levar Jackson, opens the door to the family’s only bathroom to find his son Leonard pleasuring himself against the wall of the shower impaled on a dildo the size of a traffic cone. I found this scene fascinating, though, after much research, I know it’s nearly impossible to find such an item on a cursory Internet search. Leonard must have found a specialty site. Well…good for him.
Levar immediately tells the rest of the family who’d come in just in time to see Leonard going off like a firehose. They drag him out of the bathroom, leaving the offending object suction-cupped to the shower wall, to have a conversation about the Lord our God. Leonard, God bless him, lets them have it, dressing them down—a term I use with great irony since he’s certainly notdressed—and the family decides totryto cope with this new knowledge.
PUH…LEEZE
Had this reviewer somehow suffered being watched during my “special toy time,” I’d have covered up and run for the hills, but not before yanking my monster dildo off the wall. And the very idea ofmymother trying to “understand” her little boy’s private moment splashing all over the bathroom rug is hilarious. She would have thrown a pair of shorts at me and pointed me to the nearest Home Goods store to replace the rug, not stopped to understand my sexual orientation.
All in all, I have only one thing to say to Sir Nicholas Margate. Crikey!
I chuckled and posted the review as I heard the water shut off. I placed the tablet back on the table just as the door opened. A god hovered in the doorway. Miguel Huerta stood there much the same as I had, wrapped in a white bath sheet, water droplets glistening in his dark hair and on his chest. The Marine Corps tattoo on his bulging bicep was not to be missed or unappreciated. He was more beautiful than I remembered. The uncertain expression on his face couldn’t be missed either and I lifted my arms, beckoning him over to assuage his uncertainty. His mouth turned up at the corners as he walked around the bed and dropped the towel.
My eyes went immediately to his half-hard erection as saliva filled my mouth. But a blow job wasn’t what I was after this evening. I wanted everything from this perfect specimen of man. I threw the covers aside, knowing he’d see me in all my glory. Iwrapped my hand around my shaft, jacking myself slowly, and began a show for him.
“I want you, Miguel.”
Our eyes met as he dragged his gaze away from what I was doing. He slowly shook his head. “If you think I’m going to screw you when you’ve just started to recover, you’re crazy, Raven.”
At least he was quick. I shook my head and released my cock, reaching for him. At this angle, I could only reach his furry thighs, but he got my meaning as I sat up and tugged him closer. I kissed his belly, just above his thatch. Looking up at him under hooded eyes, I nodded. “Yes, I do. I’m fine. Look.” I waved at the bandages under their plastic covering. They were clean without any sign of blood or fluid. “I definitely want…need you toscrewme.”
He looked uncertain but climbed onto the bed, rolling so that he was on my opposite side, and propped his head in one hand as he put the other on my chest. “I don’t want to hurt you, Raven. You’re just beginning to recover,” he said, making small circles with his palm. “The wounds could open again and—”
I rolled toward him and stopped his words with my mouth. In seconds, he responded to the kiss, using his free hand to latch onto my hip, and gently turn me toward him. His body was giving off incredible heat this close to mine, and though his hair was damp when my fingers sank into it, I reveled in our nearness. We kissed for a while that way, making out like teenaged schoolboys. I loved it. I couldn’t get enough of this big man or his talented tongue. The way he took my breath away as he kissed me was remarkable.
After some time, he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. His own were a picture of lust. “I want you, Raven, but I don’t want to hurt you. It’s too soon,” he repeated.
I quirked my lips, looking into his glittering, brown eyes. “I suppose it all depends on the position.” I showed him what I was thinking by rolling him to his back and levering myself up and over his hips to straddle him. He took hold of my hips, eyes focused on my leaking dick for a few seconds before he grinned widely and looked up at me.
“I suppose this could work. You’re sure it won’t pull on the wounds too much?”
“Oh, I’m counting on it working just fine, Miguel.” I leaned down and captured his lips in mine, kissing him until we were both breathless, before sitting back again. “As far as the wounds go, I told you, I’m fine…a quick healer. You just don’t believe me.”
He reached out and ran gentle fingers over the bandage on my front, looking up at me. “I want to. I just can’t afford to lose you to infection or something else and the very idea of seeing pain on your face again, is terrifying.”
My heart did a flip-flop as I realized the man beneath me had well and truly grown feelings even greater than simply liking me. As for myself, I’d fallen the moment he’d come to my rescue and practically dragged me out of James Passantino’s house, bleeding and helpless. The rest up to this point, had just made me fall even more in love with him. I stopped for a second, trying out that thought just a little too long when he grunted. I realized I hadn’t said anything to him in reply to his confession. I smiled and leaned down, kissing his concern away once again as I thought about the night to come.
Chapter Nineteen
MIGUEL
Raven was so beautiful. I couldn’t believe I’d disliked the man currently straddling me for so long. In my mind, he’d stolen the bounty for the Mulberry diamond all those months ago and I didn’t like those thoughts. Had I only gotten to know Raven Mathis, we wouldn’t have been apart as long as we had. I should have known the moment Cassidy and Mike showed up after Raven had called, that he was a good guy. My oldest friends hadn’t given a moment’s hesitation to the warm greeting they’d bestowed on him that day.
The fact was, I’d been so mired in my own fear and debt, so self-involved in merely staying alive and keeping myself fed for so long, I couldn’t see him for who he truly was. When I’d let myself get to know him, I’d found a man who was not only capable at his job, but also kind, and decent, all the way down to his bones. But it was the soul inside the man which completely eclipsed the much more obvious beauty on the outside.
And he was completely and utterly everything I’d ever dreamed of having in a partner. As he smiled down at me, I realized, once again, just how well my nickname for him fit. He was the epitome of sunshine when he smiled that way, and I was crazy about him. I shook myself out of my revelry as I realized he’d asked me something.
“What?” I grinned.
“Distracted?”