Tic-Tac-Mistletoe - N.R. Walker Page 0,57

opportunities,” I said, very seriously. “And, as a foundation of what is fair and good for one person should therefore be readily available to all people. And I hardly think it’s fair that Santa is the only one who gets to come tonight.”

Ren stifled a burst of laughter. “Right. Equality and all that is important.”

“I’m glad we agree.” I couldn’t help but smile. “But how about we start with the making-out first. No pressure.”

He put his finger to my chin and tilted my face up for a quick, soft kiss. “No pressure.”

I took his hand and led him to our room, closing the door quietly behind us. The room was lit by one bedside lamp, making the bed look soft and inviting. Ren cupped my face and brought me in for a kiss. A deep kiss, with a taste of tongue and promise. This was a kiss that was leading somewhere. He was in charge, and I was totally on board with that.

He lifted the hem of my sweater and slowly pulled it upward. I began on the buttons on his shirt, trying to be as patient as him, and when he pulled my sweater over my head, he let his shirt fall to the floor. He made quick work of his tee, as I did with mine, and then we were both shirtless, and oh sweet heavens above . . .

He was all country boy-lumberjack under those clothes. Before I could say anything, he took my face in his hands and kissed me, harder this time. Deeper and hotter, with more urgency and desire.

He broke the kiss suddenly, resting his forehead to mine. “Oh God, Hamish.”

“What’s wrong?”

His eyes opened then, fierce blue. “Nothing at all. I just . . . I haven’t wanted something, someone, like this in so long.” He looked a little pained. “I’m trying to cool it a little.”

I snuck my fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans and popped the button. “Or we could not cool it at all, and you could lay me on that bed and finish me in record time.”

He grinned, with all the permission he needed, and walked me backward to the bed, kissing me, pulling at the button on my jeans. I took care of mine and he quickly pulled his jeans down, leaving only his briefs on.

And holy sweet Father Christmas, angel of large candy canes, his cock . . .

My mouth watered and my belly tightened, my own dick throbbed at the sight of him. He palmed me, and I gripped him, making his breath stutter, and he shivered. We fell onto the bed, him between my legs and his tongue in my mouth. Our cocks pressed together, through our briefs, but hot, and fucking hell, so close already.

I rolled my hips and he shuddered, thrusting against me. I slipped my hand between us, pulling his briefs away to grip him, and his eyes rolled closed. “Hamish, I . . .”

“Me too,” I replied.

I slid my fingers around both of us, our shafts slick and sliding together, like silk on hot steel.

“Oh God,” he breathed. “I’m . . . I . . .”

I pumped us harder, knowing he was so close. He was so big in my hand, so hot to touch. The look of ecstasy on his face, the smell of our sex in the room, and my own orgasm hit me like a freight train.

Ren’s eyes opened in wonder as I came, and he followed right after me, our come spilling onto my belly and chest. He grunted low in his throat, his neck corded, and I’m telling you right now, it was the hottest, most glorious sight I’d ever seen.

Ren collapsed on top of me, shuddering and breathing hard, murmuring sweet nothings in my ear while I rubbed circles on his back. Eventually he pulled back and met my eyes. “So much for trying to make it last. I had every intention of trying to make it last.”

“There’s always round two?”

He grinned, heavy-lidded and gorgeous. “How about we get cleaned up first?”

“Hmm.” I licked my lips. “Shower?”

He nodded and peeled himself off me, then helped me to my feet. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing me softly.

I was covered in sticky come, my underpants were around my thighs, my softening dick was doing a great impression of Grover’s nose, and I still had my socks on. Exactly like him, except his dick was more of a Snuffleupagus than a Grover. I took his hand and