Five Golden Beads
When November rolls around again and the kinky gifts start arriving, Shay can only hope he's been a good enough boy this year to be granted more time with the Elf he loves. Will Santa be able to deliver this year?
You can pick it up at Changeling.
I'll post the links to All Romance and Amazon when it gets there.
smutty excerpt:
The clock hit midnight and suddenly the room felt heavier. He turned to look to his left and there was Harper, sitting right next to him. The same long, rangy body. The same stunning face with twinkling blue eyes and dark hair that curled around Harper’s ears. Harper’s lips were dark red, his smile right there for Shay.
“Merry Christmas.”
“Harper.” Shay smiled, his heart beating so fast. “Merry Christmas, love.”
“So you got my gifts.” Harper grinned, looking sassy as fuck.
Before Shay could answer, Harper ducked his head, bringing their mouths together. Peppermint. Harper tasted like peppermint. The kiss started slowly, an almost tentative hello, but it quickly grew in strength and surety. Humming, Harper opened his lips, tongue slipping into Shay’s mouth.
Shay climbed over into his lover’s lap, groaning deep in his chest as they pressed together for the first time in a year. He would have started out naked, but he didn’t want to seem too easy, so he always made sure he was clothed as he waited for Harper to turn up.
Thank God Harper was on the same $getting-naked-as-soon-as-possible$ page as him, though, sure fingers undoing his shirt, each button popping off slow as molasses. They never had to speak much. It was like they had to distill an entire lifetime into a week, so they just got down to it.
It took forever for Harper to finish unbuttoning his shirt, his lips on Shay’s all the while. Harper’s kisses were like magic. Shay swore they slowed time down, made their week longer, fuller, better.
He spread his fingers over Harper’s smooth, warm skin, his palms burning. Harper moaned for him, the sound like music, telling him he was special, that his touch was appreciated.
“I’ve been waiting all year to do this.” Harper pushed the shirt from his shoulders and pulled it off his arms, then tossed it over his shoulder. Shay had no idea where it landed. He didn’t care, either.
His pierced nipples ached for tugs, touches. He’d been leaving them alone for almost a month now. Ever since that first gift had arrived. Harper didn’t touch them, though, not yet.
Driving him crazy instead, Harper touched his breastbone, his abs. Shay’s cock tried to batter through his soft, comfy pants, desperate to get to Harper.
“We have a whole week,” Harper said softly, eyes twinkling at him. His seasonal lover was a terrible tease.
“It’s not long enough to waste a second,” Shay noted.
“No, I suppose not.” Harper tugged at Shay’s sweats, pulling them off before bending and taking Shay’s cock right into his hot mouth.
His wild cry split the air, and he bucked up, hips slamming. Harper took it all, not balking for a moment. No, Harper began sucking as soon as Shay was in deep, pulling on his cock. Shay fell backward on the bed, hips slamming up again and again, humping into Harper’s wet lips. His lover was a master at this, tongue working his cock as it slid by.
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