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Textual Connections by Becca Jackson
Love in No Man’s Land Series, Book 1
Mal
I thought I was good with my life in No Man’s Land. Truth be told, I was, until I messaged Bear.
What started as an onlinedebate about coffee vs wine, has become something so much more, it doesn’t even matter that I don’t know his real name and have never seen his face. My daughter doesn’t agree.
She wants me to find someone “real” before she leaves for college, so when the neighborshot brother rolls into town, she’s less than subtle about my single status.
Bobby is a free spirit, man in every town, according to his sister, but that’s not really him.He’s fun, adventurous, kind, and he’s a fantastic flirt, so when the similarities between Bear and Bobby start to align I can hardly believe my luck.
Can my online crush really be the guy next door?
Bear
I never wanted to come back to Nomanland, traveling the world is everything to me, but the money has almost run out and I’m in desperate need of a sponsor that doesn’t make me cringe.
My sister thinks I’m crazy for not wanting to settle down, and when I told her about chatting online with Mal she basically gave me the whole catfish creeper tv-special warning and begged me not to try to meet him for real.
Not that Mal would want to come to Nomanland. I can’t see what this small town has to offer anyone, that is until Michael takes it upon himself to show me the beauty of this town I’d chosen to forget.
Michael owns the local café, he’s a fan of puns, is an amazing dad and loves travel, though he’s never actually been anywhere… just like Mal.
I tell myself I must be crazy, because if Michael really is Mal, how long has he known? Was Meg right? Did I come back to Normanland just to get my heart broken, or could Mal really be the happy beginning I never knew I needed?
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“Tell me more about you. I know you have at least one tattoo, what’s it of?” he asks me.
Wait, what? “How do you know that I have a tattoo?”
Mal laughs and even with the far-away effect on his voice, it makes me wish I could hear him make all sorts of noises.
“Your canyon pic at the end of last year had your whole right arm in it, and the bottom of your tattoo was peeking out under your sleeve,” he explains.
I strip off my shirt and crane my neck over my shoulder to look at the tattoo I’d gotten right after my parents died. It wasn’t for them so much as it was for me. A reminder that everything grows, and changes.
“It’s a tree,” I say, my eyes trailing over the branches. “And it’s bigger than you might think. It starts on my back and the branches wrap around my sides and over my shoulders a little.”
“Wow, I’d love to see that,” Mal says, and I get an idea. I jump off the bed and turn the wardrobe mirror so it’s facing the wall. Then I hold my phone over my head, being sure to keep my face out of the shot, and take the photo.
Checking the picture first, I crop up to my thighs, deciding to leave my ass. I changed into my sweatpants when I got home, and my ass looks great in gray. I throw myself back onto my bed and click Send.
“There you go,” I say, but when he doesn’t answer right away, I start to freak out.
Maybe he doesn’t like the tattoo. It’s not exactly small, some guys aren’t into that. Maybe my ass isn’t that good. I mean, I think it’s great, all the trekking around the world means it’s tight and round, and gray makes everything look great, right?
“Mal, are you still there?”
“Sorry, took me a second to lift my jaw off the floor. Bear, you’re… I’m just going to say it. You’re fucking hot.”
My body relaxes and my dick perks up at the compliment. “Umm, thanks, I guess,” I say, and suddenly it’s too hot to wear sweatpants. “I was worried for a second there.”
“Never be worried to send me pics like that. But be warned, they may get used later as… inspiration.”
My cock is definitely awake now. Fuck, did Mal just say he’s going jerk off to a picture of me later?
“Why wait?” I ask, my voice shaking a little as the words come out, and I hope he doesn’t notice.
“What makes you think I am?”
I groan into my pillow. “I wish I could be there with you right now,” I say without thinking, and a second later my phone chimes. I look down but there isn’t a picture, the app shows a little box.
Mal would like to share video. Accept or decline.
I quickly cover my camera with my finger then hit Accept and am immediately happy I did. Mal has flipped his phone and is showing me his bare legs, stretched out on his dark blue sheets. As he moves the camera back, the bottom of the towel comes into the shot and I suddenly find it hard to breathe.
“Fuck this is so hot. Are you sure you’re okay with video?” I ask, terrified that he’ll stop.
“We’ll keep it bodies only this time,” he says as the camera pans up a little more and the bulge under his towel comes into view.
“Good with me,” I say, clicking the button to flip my camera and then when the small box on the top right displays my legs, I remove my finger from the front camera.
“Go slow, I want to enjoy this,” I say as he moves back the corner of the towel to run his hand up the inside of his left thigh.
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