Whether he meant the sex or the sentiment, the answer was the same. “No way,” I whispered back. “Like I said, totally mutual.”
We grinned, we gasped. He arched up and down on me, and I thought I might disgrace myself by coming before I’d barely got started.
“I’m close.” He sighed. “Don’t judge me. I’ll be better next time.”
I nearly laughed aloud. He couldn’t be more perfect. And my heart swelled at the promise of a next time—I was planning on many, many next times. As I pulled his head down for a kiss, I glanced over his shoulder. A small blue light winked over by the desk. I was having trouble focussing on anything but the delicious feel of him on top of me, but… I had to ask, right?
“You sure that thing’s off? I don’t want some sleazy sex tape appearing on your show over Christmas.”
Alec chuckled, though his breath was ragged. “It would be a marvellous new year’s gift for my most loyal followers, wouldn’t it? And especially your fan club, they loved your bossy commentary tonight…”
I pinched his nipple.
“Ouch! I’m teasing. It’s fully turned off. I wouldn’t share you with anyone else, Gray.”
He sounded so earnest, I was enchanted. “You’re sure?”
“Totally sure.”
“Come here, then. I’m close too. You’re so gorgeous, so hot.” I slid my hand under his balls to stroke his taint, and…
“Oh fuck!”
Alec stilled above me, panting. He pushed his hair off his forehead. There was a small worry line appearing there. “Didn’t I mention….?”
“Like fuck you didn’t!” My heart was hammering like a piston engine. “You’ve got a hoop, a piercing… down there!”
“Yes. Oh God.” The poor guy looked close to tears. “Do you hate it?”
I tugged the small ring: watched Alec twist and moan in response. How sexy he was. What a sly, sweet lover he was! The ring was small, but oh so wicked, and I knew… I just knew it would be gold.
“I love it. My little, sexy treasure. My wonderful blingy boyfriend.”
He was laughing now, whimpering at the same time, his skin sweaty against mine. We didn’t exactly come together—like in the romance novels—but it was a bloody close thing. And it didn’t matter, because we already had a romance novel of our own. This would be the best Christmas ever.
After all, we now had five gold rings between us!
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Linked to the Nutgrove series
This year, a place to stay is the best Christmas gift Sawyer could ask for.
Christmas should be a time spent with family, but after getting outed, Sawyer is disinvited from his close-knit family’s celebrations. Instead of going home for his holiday break, he has to find a place to stay. The college dorm will shut down, no friends can help, so now what?
When the guy he dog walks for learns of his plight, Gregg invites Sawyer to sojourn with him. Somehow Sawyer has to ignore his crush on Gregg and not flirt while living in such close quarters. Thankfully, he has the dog to confide in, and Murphy is a great listener.
But when Gregg sends mixed signals, will Sawyer know how to read them?
Sojourn for Christmas
Copyright Posy Roberts 2019
Editor: Denise Bower
Beta: Anita Ford
Sojourn for Christmas
I longed for snow. A blanket settling over the earth, the shift from outdoor labors to the indoor kind.
Winter gave me permission to create, to edit all the photos I’d shot during warmer weather, to page through the graphic novel I’d been working on since I was sixteen, to doodle.
But the ground was bare. Grass dry and brown. And I had to get through finals before heading home for Christmas and a much-needed break.
I longed for that blanket of snowy white. I ached for skies of the boldest blues.
“You’re all set,” Professor Jenkins said, pulling my attention back to his office.
“I am?”
“Portfolio is in great shape, just submit it for the internship before New Year’s. Classes and grades look good. So in five months, you’ll be a 2020 grad.”
“You think I can hack the internship?”
“Don’t worry, Sawyer. I recommended you because I know you can handle it. It’s intense but will give you a great footing for the work world. Now, go study for my final. You’re gonna need it. And have a Merry Christmas.”
“Thanks, Professor Jenkins. You too.”
Just as I stepped into the hall, he asked, “Mr. Otto-Conti, are you heading to some tropical paradise?”
I leaned against his doorjamb. “Nope. Going home. I haven’t seen my family in months.”
“I’m sticking around too. My wife wants me to put together a sauna kit.” He groaned.
“Wow. That’s . . . a project.”
“Tell me about it, especially for a guy who’s all thumbs.” His shoulders sagged. “Anyway, enjoy your family time.”
“Thanks. Have fun building.” I left him laughing.
Before I made it outside, I called my sister. She answered on the third ring, and I went right into sharing my good news. “My adviser has it on good authority that my dream internship will happen.”
“Oh, Sawyer, I’m so happy to hear that. I’m glad you got some good news.” Ellie sounded restrained, which wasn’t at all like her. She was a lot like me: carefree and looking for fun around every corner.
“What’s going on, El? Why do you sound so . . . constipated?”
When she didn’t laugh or tell me I was gross, I knew something was wrong. And when she didn’t answer after a few more beats, my breath caught.
“Ellie?”
“Are you sitting down?”
I sank to the bottom step of the ice-cold stairs. “Yes.”
“Dad knows.”
My stomach dropped to my feet. “Shit.” I gripped my hair and stared at the sandstone under my boots. “How?”
“Aaron Turner saw him at the pharmacy and asked if you were coming home.”
I groaned, both knowing and dreading where this was headed. “Go on . . .”
“He was . . . demonstrative and gave enough hints that Dad grew suspicious. Mom’s reaction told the rest of the story.”
I let out a defeated sigh. I’d kept this secret from Dad for seven years, waiting for the perfect coming-out moment that never revealed itself, and now this?
“So, how bad is the fallout? He hasn’t called me or anyth—”
Shouting over the line stopped me cold. Dad in the background. Mom pleading for him to “See reason and think before you do something you’ll regret.”