Seasons Greetings (4 page)

“Yes,” Russ managed to grate, his voice cracked and broken by the rush of sensation. “Oh God, yes.”

Russ’s focus narrowed around Ian. The sharp thrusts of Ian’s hips. The width of Ian’s thick cock inside him. Ian’s lips biting against his neck. Ian’s mouth incoherently whispering dirty, beautiful things, and Ian’s heartbeat thudding into Russ’s back. Without even trying, Ian Fiorillo had become Russ’s entire world.

Ian reached down and wrapped his lotion-slick fingers around Russ’s aching cock, and that was all it took.

When he opened his eyes, Ian was slumped against him, his tongue tracing a bite mark Russ didn’t even know he’d received. Ian’s breath sounded rougher and heavier than it ever had after a run, and Russ was too damn relaxed to care that he was twisted up in the garland of holly they’d tried to hang.

Ian rested his check against Russ’s shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to the moist skin as he carefully slid out of Russ’s body. Russ murmured his displeasure, and then Ian was back, his fingers tracing incomprehensible patterns into Russ’s hip as he took a deep, steadying breath. “You okay?”

“God, yes,” Russ managed to repeat with a soft laugh. Ian snuggled up behind him, and their chests rose and fell in unison while Ian recovered. Russ didn’t mind; he wanted to stay right where they were without moving. “I’m great. Better than great. Hell, I’m never going to be able to look at this couch the same.”

Russ could feel the vibrations in his chest when Ian laughed. “You certainly decorated it. Probably not what Lacey and Sandy had in mind.” Ian pulled at the string of garland wrapped around Russ’s ankle. “So have I changed your mind?” Ian asked, hesitant for the first time that evening.

“About Christmas in Florida?” Russ shrugged. “I think you’ll have to try a little harder.” He twisted, stroking his hand against the side of Ian’s face and watched as Ian closed his eyes with relief and pressed a kiss into his palm. “About you? Absolutely.”

“In that case….” Ian muscled Russ around to face him and drew him closer for another slow and sweet kiss. “How about I show you the Florida version of a snowball fight?”

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About the Author

The joke in
Chrissy Munder
’s family is that she was born with a book in her hand. Even now, you’ll never find her without a book or seven scattered about. Forced to become a practicing realist in an effort to combat her tendency to dream, her many years of travel and a diverse assortment of careers have taken her across most of the United States and shown her that there are two things you can never have enough of: love and laughter.

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December 2009

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