Then Will lifted his head and captured Drew’s lips. He reveled in the way the bigger man fed him a growl. A second later, Drew threaded his fingers into Will’s hair and tugged, forcing him to turn his head.
Drew deepened the kiss, and Will hung on for the ride as his dominant lover ravished him. He pressed their torsos together, the skin sliding deliciously. His fingers played with his ass, the pinch and burn telling Will that Drew fitted another finger inside him nearly instantly disappeared.
Will rode those fingers with abandon, causing his cock head to rub against Drew’s ripped abdominals. His blood fired through his veins, burning him anew. He clung to Drew, relishing the way the other man fucked his tongue into his mouth, imitating what would come next.
Just when Will thought he would need to beg, Drew’s fingers eased from his chute. He whined into the bigger man’s mouth, but then he felt the bump of something blunt at his entrance. Will felt the push, the stretch, and he moaned at the bite of pain.
Separating their lips, Drew turned his head and placed his lips against his ear. “Push out, Will,” he urged. “I need inside you so fucking badly.”
Needing the exact same thing, Will did as he’d been instructed. He pushed out as he let out a long breath. His body gave way and accepted the massive intrusion that was Drew’s erection.
Drew groaned roughly as he sank a little way into Will before pausing. His warm breath teased over the shell of his ear, causing the hairs on his nape to stand on end. Shivers of pleasure trickled down his spine.
“More,” Will urged, rocking against Drew’s body. He tightened and relaxed his chute muscles, doing his best to entice him. “Give me more.” He put the bite of an order into his tone. “I want all of you, Drew.”
“P-Promised not to hurt you.” Drew’s voice sounded ragged and thick, betraying how he barely maintained control.
“You won’t,” Will reassured, rubbing down Drew’s sweaty back and feeling his straining muscles. “You’re not.”
Then Will lifted his legs and wrapped them around Drew’s thighs. At the same time, he gripped the man’s rock-hard ass. Using his hold, Will rocked up as he tugged Drew’s body to him.
Drew roared in obvious bliss as Will forced his erection deep into his body. The thick rod filled him to capacity, and Will moaned in pleasure. Never had he felt so full, and his heart thudded in his chest with the exquisite sensation.
“Will,” Drew hissed as he froze, his heavy body pinning Will to the bed. Lifting his head, he peered at Will, his eyes holding a mixture of burning lust and concern. “You okay?”
Grinning at Drew, Will sighed. “Oh, yeah. More than.” Skimming his palms back up to Drew’s broad shoulders while keeping his legs around him, he ordered, “Fuck me, Drew.”
Drew growled as his eyes narrowed. “The things that come out of your mouth.”
Then Drew obeyed. He eased partway out before slamming back into him. His powerful body picked up speed, plowing into Will over and over.
With each stroke, Drew slid across Will’s prostate, sending his senses soaring, the man’s every move seeming to propel him to the pinnacles of ecstasy.
Sooner than Will thought possible after exploding from the best blowjob ever, Will felt his balls pull tight once more. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his orgasm slammed into him. Calling Drew’s name, he rode the waves of his release.
Vaguely, Will heard Drew’s answering roar. As their bodies stilled, their skin damp with sweat, he felt his lover petting his side while keeping his weight off him a smidge with his other. Sighing with satiation, Will pressed kisses along Drew’s jaw.
“You ruined me for anyone else,” Will whispered before he could catch himself.
Drew lifted his head, a loopy grin curving his lips. “Good.”
Chapter Ten
Drew had just experienced the best thirty-six hours of his life. He’d spent Friday night with Will in his arms. They’d spent Saturday together, lounging around his boyfriend’s house, mostly in the buff. Drew couldn’t count the number of times they’d had sex, and his ass was deliciously sore.
Between bouts, they’d talked, sharing all sorts of things about each other. He’d never talked with any of his one-night stands before, having no interest in learning anything about them. That was how Drew knew Will was the one. He wanted to know everything about him, even trivial stuff, like how he preferred the toilet paper to be loaded on the reel.
When Drew had asked to see Will after getting together with his father on Christmas Eve, his lover had asked about Christmas traditions. He’d told them that since it had just been him and his father, they’d rarely done much for the holiday. After Drew had left home, they did little more than exchange a phone call on the actual day and gifts on whichever day they saw each other near the date.
“A phone call? Really?” Will had sounded incredulous. “How is that even possible?”
“When you meet him, you’ll understand,” Drew had told him. “He doesn’t celebrate any holiday. I normally spend Christmas with Jake and his family. Do you want to come?”
“I spend it with my mom,” Will replied.
“Why don’t you both come?” Drew had countered. He really wanted to see his man every day. “And can I see you after I talk to my dad tomorrow?”
“My band is marching in the evening Christmas Eve parade in town,” Will told him. “I don’t know what time we’ll wrap it up.”
“That’s awesome!” Drew grinned. “I’ll be there.” Waggling his brows, he stated, “I can’t wait to see you in your uniform. Can I peel it off you when you get done?”
Will tipped his head back and laughed. “I normally change before heading home, but I suppose I could make an exception.” Then he sobered and told him, “I’ll talk to my mom. She’s probably already got the menu half prepped, but maybe she’d like a change.” Cocking his head, Will asked, “You sure Jake and his family won’t mind?”
“Naw.” Drew shook his head. “They believe in the more, the merrier.”
On his way home, Drew had immediately called Jake. He’d confirmed what he’d told Will, and if they decided to join them, he and his mother would be welcome. His buddy then began teasing and or grilling him about his Saturday, talking to him the whole way home.
Drew pulled into his driveway and frowned, taking in his garage door. His hand hovered over the button attached to his truck’s visor for a couple of heartbeats before he lowered it to the wheel. Shaking his head, Drew wondered who would do such a thing... and on Christmas Eve.
“Drew? Is everything okay?” Jake’s voice came through the line.
“Actually, no,” Drew replied. “Um, does your dad have any jurisdiction in our area?”
Jake’s father was a detective, but he lived several towns over almost two hours away.
“Noooo,” Jake replied, drawing out the word. “What’s wrong?”
Drew sighed, shaking his head. “Someone graffitied my garage door with a rather unflattering message.”
“A gay slur?” Jake guessed, his voice hardening.
“Yeah.”
Jake growled under his breath. “Hang on. I have Detective Haralson’s number. Let me give it to you.”
“That the guy who handled the break-in at your place a few years ago?” Drew asked for confirmation.
“Yup.”
“Why do you still have his number?” Drew asked curiously as he drummed his fingers on the wheel. “That was several years ago.”
“He’s on my Christmas card list.”
Drew chuckled. Only his friend. About a week before Christmas a few years prior, a burglar had been looting homes. He’d broken into Jake’s home and had been stopped by a goose that was pegged for their Christmas supper. The animal was their pet now.
“I just sent you his contact card,” Jake told Drew right before his phone dinged, indicating a text message.
“Thanks, man.”
“You got it. Call me and update me later.”
/> Drew agreed, then hung up.
Ten minutes later, Drew had explained to the detective who he was, how he’d gotten his number, and why he was calling. Detective Haralson agreed to be there as quickly as possible, which would be another ten minutes.
Sitting in his truck, Drew waited. He put his seat back and called his dad. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hello, son,” his father greeted. “Since you’re supposed to be here in an hour and you’re calling me, I assume there’s a problem?”
At least he’s still talking to me.
“Afraid so.” Drew explained.
“I’ll be there shortly.”
Without another word, Drew’s father hung up.
Drew was about to close his eyes and doze—he hadn’t gotten a whole lot of sleep over the last two nights—when a tap came on his window. Turning, he spotted Mrs. Nettle from across the street. She’d always been nice to Drew, baking him cookies and other items he’d had to work hard to burn off. In return, he took out her garbage, mowed her lawn, and shoveled her walk.
As Drew lowered his window, he wondered if discovering that he was gay would change her behavior toward him.
Only one way to find out.
“Hi, Mrs. Nettle,” Drew greeted with a smile. “Happy Christmas Eve.”
“Always so polite.” Mrs. Nettle smiled back at him. “Happy Christmas Eve to you, too.”
Spotting his father’s vehicle approaching, Drew asked, “Is there something I can do for you, ma’am?” He glanced toward her house. “Do you need your walk salted?”
Mrs. Nettle shook her head. “No, dear. I’m actually here to help you.” She held up a rather expensive-looking digital camera. “Have you called the cops, yet? I have pictures of who did that to your garage.” As Drew sat there gaping at the elderly woman, she continued, “It was done less than an hour ago, and I was debating on calling them myself or not.” Scowling, Mrs. Nettle stated, “I’m so sorry. I should have called as soon as I saw her spraying the garage door. After all, who paints at this time of year? I guess I was just too shocked. Then her body obscured some of the writing, and it wasn’t until she was almost done that I figured out what the words said.” She shook her head. “Such disgusting behavior—”
For a second, Drew thought she was referring to gays, since that was what the message was about. Fortunately, her continued ranting eased his concerns.
“—as if who a person loves is anyone’s business but their own.” Then she smiled brightly at him and patted his hand where he was resting it on the window’s ledge. “Do you have a nice young man to spend your holidays with?”
Drew couldn’t help but grin. “Yes, I do. I’m going to see him later today.”
“Oh, how lovely,” Mrs. Nettle replied.
By then, Drew’s father had joined him as had another man. The stranger was tall and slender with deeply bronzed skin. He wore an open jacket despite the chilly weather, revealing the butt of his service weapon in a shoulder holster.
Drew began opening his truck’s door, and Mrs. Nettle obligingly moved out of the way. “Are you Detective Haralson?” he asked as he stepped out of the vehicle.
“I am. Are you Drew Menard?” the man asked.
“Yes, sir.” Drew held out his hand. “Thank you for coming.” After they shook, the detective peered at the slur and arched one brow, so Drew turned his attention to his father and murmured, “Thanks for coming, Dad.”
His father clapped him on the shoulder and nodded. “Of course, son.” He glanced from him to Mrs. Nettle before refocusing on Drew. “So, you’re seeing your young man tonight? Uh, Will, you said, right?”
Drew nodded, trying to gauge his father’s reaction through his expression. “I am. He’s the drum major for the Colina High School, and he’s leading the marching band in the Christmas Eve parade tonight.”
Mrs. Nettle clapped her hands. “Oh, my goodness. I’m going to that.” She bounced on her toes as if she were a young girl. “I can’t wait to see him.” With a wink and while lowering her voice in a conspiratorial manner, she stated, “Men in uniform are so sexy, aren’t they?”
While talking about what he found sexy in front of his father made him feel distinctly uncomfortable, he refused to leave the older lady hanging. Especially since she was being so supportive. He dipped a nod and very solemnly replied, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh, poo.” Mrs. Nettle popped him on the arm. “Don’t you ma’am me.” Then she turned and focused on Detective Haralson, who was taking pictures of the damage. “Now, Detective. I have evidence for you.”
After that, Drew really didn’t have to do much other than admit that he did indeed know the person in the pictures—Jillian Parsons—and explain why she might hold a grudge—losing her job for discrimination at the office.
Detective Haralson told him that he would have her picked up and charged.
To Drew’s surprise, his father asked to join him at the parade. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done anything holiday-related—any holiday—with his father. Too shocked, he just nodded.
That evening, Drew stood beside his dad watching the parade. They’d chatted a little at Drew’s place. As it had turned out, his father was more upset that Drew had never told him the truth. Of course, giving him the day to calm down had helped, or so his father had claimed.
“I hear a band,” his father claimed, peering up the street. “The drum major is in front, right? Or is he playing a drum?”
“Out front, although he started by playing the drums,” Drew replied. He’d ended up looking it up on his phone during the prior week. “He should be easily recognizable because he’ll be carrying a baton and have a fancier uniform.”
His father hummed.
“Hey, Drew. Hey, Mister Menard,” Jake called, announcing his arrival. “We made it just in time!”
Drew grinned as he fist-bumped his friend. “Yep. Looks like it.”
“Jake,” his father greeted him with a handshake. “Good to see you again, son.”
As his father greeted the others in the group—everyone had managed to find them just in time—Drew turned his attention back to the parade. He spotted his man immediately and sucked in an appreciative breath. His heart felt as if it skipped a beat as lust pooled in his belly and heated his blood.
Will looked stunning in his blue and red uniform coat with gold accents, red dress slacks pressed to perfection, and matching red cap. Shiny black shoes, white gloves, and a black baton completed his outfit. He marched in front, his movements precise and sure, each foot barely leaving the ground since the parade was moving at a snail’s pace.
That was okay with Drew because it meant he could ogle Will all he wanted.
“Well, well, well,” his father murmured beside him. “So that’s him, huh?”
Drew glanced at his father, who had his focus down the street, having obviously spotted Will. Nodding, Drew murmured, “Yeah. That’s my man.”
His father patted him on the shoulder. “Good-lookin’ guy, son. And a teacher, you said. Impressive.”
Grinning, Drew just nodded again.
As Will drew near, Drew’s friends whooped and hollered, drawing attention to themselves. Will flicked his gaze their way, never missing a beat. A slight smile curved his lips.
Through a series of commands and a blow of a whistle, Will started the band on a rousing version of Sleigh Ride.
No wonder my man hummed along to it in the truck.
Drew watched with pride as Will and his band continued down the path. The music filled the street—cymbals clashing, instruments playing, and drums pounding—making his ears ring. Some in the crowd sang along with the carol, and Drew and his friends—and to his surprise, even his father—joined in.
As Will and his band disappeared around a corner, Drew turned to check out the rest of the parade. He knew he would see his lover before too long. Will had told him he would return to where he was on the parade route after finishing, and Drew planned to be waiting righ
t there until he came.
While waiting, Drew realized his life had changed swiftly in just over a week—he’d come out to his father and had been accepted, the woman harassing him at work had been removed from his life, and he’d found the love of his life.
Thanks be to a little holiday magic.
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Jake Lewis bobbed his head as he sang along with the Christmas carol. Leaning forward in his driver’s seat, he squinted through the windshield. The darkness and heavy snowfall made seeing too far in front of him tough.
“Fiiiiiive golden rings!” Jake felt the wheels of his Jeep slide a little and snapped his mouth shut. Gritting his teeth, he white-knuckled the steering wheel. When Jake felt the tires catch on the freshly fallen snow, he relaxed back into his seat and started singing along again—under his breath, however, since most of his concentration was still on the road and getting home safely.
“... seventh day of Christmas my—shit, it’s a snowstorm, moron. Slow down,” Jake snapped as he saw a car slide through the four-way stop intersection in front of him. Shaking his head, he waited and watched the driver re-gain control and trundle off. Jake started across the intersection. “... to me, seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying, fiiiiive...”
Jake turned into the driveway of the home he shared with his partner, Devon Gateman. After hitting the button to open the garage door, he smiled. Seeing Devon’s BMW already inside, he knew his big, dark-skinned lover had beat him home.
As Jake parked, he found he wasn’t surprised. Devon worked less than fifteen minutes from their home as a chiropractor who owned his own practice. That meant he could set his hours and change them if need be... like when a snowstorm blew in.
Jake was in his senior year of college and wasn’t nearly as fortunate. Snow or not, his afternoon class had still been held. Since Jake was working to get top marks for his Bachelor of Science degree, he couldn’t skip his advanced biology class.
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