Page 94 of Must Love Christmas

Garen sighed as Simon began to explore him with one slick finger. “You-inside-me is as good as life gets.”

Simon soon entered him slowly and carefully, then lay upon him so they were pressed chest to chest. He looked down at Garen, his hair splayed about him on the pillow, and remembered how on the night they’d first met, he’d imagined this exact scenario—minus the icing, of course.

“Kiss me,” Garen whispered. “I want all of you.”

Simon kissed him, swallowing Garen’s whimpers as he moved within him, ever deeper. Simon slipped his arms beneath Garen’s shoulders, then his hands into his hair. Garen wrapped his legs around Simon’s waist, and there they were, locked into their embrace. Soon it would be too warm, too suffocating, but right now it was heaven.

Simon pressed his face to Garen’s neck, sliding his tongue against the hot pulse in his throat. Though he felt the urge to pump hard and fast into Garen’s body, he kept his hips relaxed, maintaining control. He wanted this to last and last.

He became aware of the icing melting between their skin. Simon lifted himself enough to look down at the “art” they’d created.

“That’s a wee bit disgusting,” Garen said.

“And also glorious.”

“But now for the rest of my life, every time I so much as smell icing sugar, I’m gonnae get a full-on raging stauner.”

“Me too. Not complaining, though.” Simon noticed how the colors of the different icings had combined on their skins. “Look, it’s a big mushy rainbow.” He swiped his finger through the icing and held it to Garen’s lips. Garen licked Simon’s finger from bottom to top, then drew it into his mouth and sucked hard.

Simon felt a jolt of pure lust. His tongue joined his finger in Garen’s mouth, devouring the sweetness within.

“God…” Garen reached down and clutched his arse with both hands. “I need more.” He pulled Simon in deeper, his lower jaw trembling. “Now. Please.”

Simon shifted his knees higher, adjusting his angle. Garen lifted his hips, his gaze locked with Simon’s. In his eyes was no concern, no pity—just pure hot hunger.

Simon began to thrust, grateful for this last month’s lower-body training. Here in this bed, it didn’t matter that his feet were still like bags of sand, that he still couldn’t pick up marbles with his toes. His legs and hips and abs were all they needed right now.

“Ah…” Garen tilted back his head, mouth open. “Just like that. Yeah.”

Simon kept going, engulfed by the quivering heat of Garen’s body and urged on by Garen’s monologue of moans and slurred syllables.

Soon Garen closed his eyes, lost in the world of his own pleasure. He’d stopped examining Simon’s every motion, searching for pain or struggle. He was simply reveling in what Simon was giving him.

Simon pulled out and shifted back. “Turn over.”

In an instant Garen flipped onto his knees and elbows, offering himself. Simon grabbed a fistful of Garen’s hair as he entered him again, harder this time.

“Yes! God, yes.” Garen grasped at the pillow, then hurled it onto the floor so he could cling, two-handed, to the edge of the mattress. “Don’t stop, Simon. Don’t ever stop.”

Simon couldn’t stop,wouldn’tstop, even if not-stopping killed him. This was everything he needed: power, control, his body delivering something worthy of this man who’d given him so much. This man he’d come to love.

They finished together in a bed-rattling crescendo. As he spent himself, Simon bent over to press his forehead to Garen’s trembling back. Then he collapsed beside him, desperate for breath.

Garen’s knees crumpled, and he rolled onto his side facing Simon, eyes still closed and hair strewn forward over his cheeks. He panted without words, finally not asking whether Simon was okay.

Through still-hazy vision, Simon surveyed the bed. “Holy shit.” Icing was smeared over the pillows, sheet, and even the headboard. “It looks like someone blew up the set ofThe Great British Bake Off.”

Garen gave a dreamy chuckle. “More likeGreat British Bonk Off, am I right?”

Simon flipped the end of the towel over Garen’s head. “Just for that, you can tidy up.”

Chapter 20

9 Days UntilChristmas

As their taxi wound its way through George Square on Friday evening, Simon was glad he’d decided to take his parents into City Centre for dinner rather than staying in the West End. Now he’d get to see the heart of Glasgow lit up for Christmas.

It didn’t disappoint. The square was flanked by several two-story-high neon Christmas trees, surprisingly tasteful in silver and gold. Inside the square sat the enormous lighted green Christmas tree, a Ferris wheel, a carousel, a “Helter Skelter” slide, and a sledge and reindeer made entirely of lights. The stalls of the bustling Christmas Market filled half of the open space, and even the towering Sir Walter Scott monument was lit with blinking blue lights.

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