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Chapter Seven
So yeah. I’d just donethat thing.
It was jarring, to say the least.
Sure, I was the one leading the charge into that space where sane you just sits back crisscross applesauce, arms folded, staring blankly at the chaos monkey you just unleashed onto your nice, quiet, uncomplicated life. Later, when that wild monkey was back in its cage—if that day ever came—I could blame myself for the havoc.
That was later, though.
Right now, my lips were pressed to Tony’s as the Carpenters were singing “Merry Christmas, Darling” while delicate lacy flakes drifted down around us. It was everything that I had yearned for all these years plus more. He never once wavered in his reaction. With a grunt of pleasure, he grabbed hold of my sides, tongue gliding into my mouth, and yanked with such vigor that we stumbled off the raked gravel path and into a pine tree. A bough slapped me in the head knocking my police cap off. That probably should have been taken as a wake-up call from the winter gods, but nope. My dick was leading the show. Well, my dick and the anarchy primate now in charge of higher reasoning. Talk about a massive clusterfuck inside my skull. Between my cock and that frenetic rhesus monkey nothing that resembled sanity was getting through any time soon. I licked into his willing mouth, the taste of something salty mixed with coffee spurring me to delve deeper. Tony was fully on board, his hands now moving down to cup my ass through my uniform slacks. He spun us around, the string of twinkling lights catching on my holster as we moved. He hoisted me back, away from prying eyes, our tongues tangling madly.
“Christ you feel good,” I growled and jerked us around, trying to get more grind into the kiss. He swatted at some thick pine boughs that raked across the top of his head, sticky sap from where it had been recently pruned for movie perfection, now glistening in his hair. I shoved my hands up under his coat and shirt, found his bare chest, and gave his pecs a squeeze. His hips rolled. His hands clawed at my ass, tugging me closer, until our cocks were lined up.
“There, there,” he huffed, his grip on my cheeks a little painful. Not enough to keep me from slanting my mouth over his, and then grinding hard into him. He hitched a leg up, linking his heel behind my thigh, and humped away like a mad rabbit. Or tried. Balancing on one foot threw him off balance, but we recovered enough, with a small twist and flail, that we didn’t go down into the fake snow. He did manage to get my shoulders pinned to the tree, his teeth raking down my throat, and resumed pumping. I drove my fingers into his hair, and he bit down on my lower lip. My balls contracted so powerfully that I nearly blacked out. Tony, hearing my growl of completion, jerked and spasmed into me, his breathing ragged as he, too, made a mess in his underwear.
“Oh shit,” he heaved out, sagging into me, his lips warm and welcomed on my neck. I moved us yet again, needing desperately to pin him down in some manner. I kissed him hard, stepping in even closer, jamming my leg between his thighs as my dick pulsed. “Christ...oh shit, Stillman.”
“Be quiet,” I grunted, speech still a bit tricky. The soft purr of a golf cart approached, the gravel rolling softly under the four tires, as the driver muttered to himself about frozen toes and minimum wage. When he passed, I kept my weight on Tony, holding him to the tree, as I went to lower my arm, only to find that we were well and truly bound in a string of red and green lights. “Shit,” I mumbled, tugging hard to free my hand, the lights pulling free of the boughs near us to cascade to our shoulders.
I stared at him, the glow from the scarlet and evergreen lights illuminating his face. His dark eyes were soft with spent passion, his lips puffy, his cheeks red from my beard. He was stunningly beautiful with the radiance of those tiny lights. I kissed him softly, keeping him where he was. I wished it could be forever. But as sanity returned to kick that frenzied simian to the curb, I knew deep down there would be no forever for us. This was a movie set. It wasn’t a real Christmas miracle. Nor was life like a dumb holiday rom-com. Local sheriff wouldnotwin the heart of the charming Hollywood star. He’d had his chance, that lawman, and he’d lost to the siren call of fame.
“You look freaked out,” Tony whispered, reaching up to loop the lights up and off us the best he could. “Are you mad?”
“No,” I confessed. “Not mad. Sad.”
“Stillman...”
“Nope, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I softly said, easing from him, the lights wound around us impeding my departure. I pulled on the thin green cord hard, popping several tiny bulbs from their sockets in my frenzy to get some distance between us. Tony wiggled free first, stepping out of the tangled mass of lights and then easing them down my legs to free me. He stared at me as I righted myself, the cold dampness in my boxers a shameful reminder of just how weak I was concerning this man. “I don’t want that from you.”
“What do you want from me, Stillman?” His query was as delicate as the tiny flakes falling from the sky. I could lie and say nothing. No, I should lie and say nothing. “I see you wavering. Be honest, I promise I will move heaven and earth to give you what you want. I owe you that much.”
I studied his face in the subtle colors of Christmas, the wind rustling the pines, moving the tangled mess we’d made of the neatly strung lights.
I cupped his cheek, obviously already giving it up to my baser side. That little devil on my shoulder should be pleased.
Oh, I am, trust me. Tell him what you really want and to hell with the consequences.
The angelic half was far too quiet.
“I want to have you under me for the duration of your stay here. Every night.” His nostrils flared. That made me shudder, not from the cold but from the want that still coursed through my veins. “I want to make you shatter, then I want you to do the same for me. I want...”
He moved closer, filling the cold gap he had just created a moment ago. His hands went up my back, under my jacket, his fingers still warm as toast. He wet his lips.
“What more do you want, Stillman?” he asked as he rubbed my lower back, easing his frame tight to mine, making rational thought impossible.
No, no! Do not say anything else lest you give him the power to hurt us again. Keep things carnal if you must...
