SNOWFALL

(An A Fostered Love story)

Cameron Dane

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Snowfall (An A Fostered Love story)
Copyright © Februarty 2013 by Cameron Dane
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Snowfall

Biting his lip to swallow down a moan, Jonah Roberts tried to focus on the alarm clock on the

stand next to his bed. Right then, though, his partner, Christian Sanchez, pressed a final, sweet kiss to
Jonah’s bare lower belly, moved ever so erotically lower, and pulled Jonah’s cock into his amazing
mouth. Once Christian did that, Jonah lost himself to anything but pleasure. Nearly four years together
had done nothing to diminish Jonah’s appetite for sex with Christian. If anything, each time he looked
into his lover’s coffee-rich eyes, he fell somehow harder and heavier for the man who’d shown him
he was human and could love.

“Christian…” Even as Jonah tried to sound stern, he spread his thighs and lifted his hips,

offering the man more of his stiff cock. “Honey…” At that moment Christian licked a long line up the
underside of Jonah’s shaft, from root to head, and Jonah’s attempt at a protest deepened to a low,
rough groan of “Fuck, yeah.” Christian swirled his tongue around the fat head of Jonah’s prick, and
Jonah hissed in response and punched his hips up into his man’s face again. “Do more.”

Stretched out between Jonah’s legs, Christian teased his tongue along the slit splitting the head

of Jonah’s cock. He then pressed a soft, loving kiss there, one that drew a shudder out of Jonah.
Damn, Christian always knew exactly how to touch Jonah to turn him into a puddle of need. Before
Jonah could beg a second time, Christian parted his soft, pretty lips around Jonah’s penis and flicked
the tip. Oh yes.

Glancing up, Christian locked in on Jonah’s gaze. Pure love—not to mention mischief—

twinkled within Christian’s stare, making Jonah’s belly quiver. A wicked smile tipped the edges of
Christian’s luscious lips too, giving Jonah just a second of warning before Christian swooped down
and sucked Jonah’s cock all the way into his mouth.

A battered shout escaped Jonah, scraping his throat on the way out, but he no longer cared; he

had no ability to speak through the pleasure Christian pulled out of him. Christian bobbed up and
down over Jonah again and again, filling his mouth with Jonah’s long, thick cock. With each suck in
of Christian’s cheeks, he took the mushroom head past his throat for the barest second of mind-
numbingly intense pleasure, only to pull all the way up on Jonah’s shaft and use the flat of his tongue
to lick across the tip. Christian sucked Jonah relentlessly, as if he wanted nothing more in his life than
to have Jonah’s penis living inside his mouth. Soon Jonah whimpered and rolled his hips with crazy,
jerky churns, and his ass channel throbbed its need for Christian to stuff him full, to the hilt.

As if Christian knew every tell Jonah’s body gave—hell, he probably did; Jonah knew all of

Christian’s—Christian grinned at Jonah. “There you go.” Braced on the mattress with one hand,
Christian eased his other between Jonah’s thighs and pushed two fingers into Jonah’s crack to play
with his hole. “You’re not fighting me anymore.”

Jonah moaned, and his passage clenched hard—Oh fuck, yes—as Christian rubbed his

fingertips in a circular pattern over Jonah’s quivering pucker.

His stare darkening with familiar passion, Christian crawled upward and licked past Jonah’s

parted lips. “God, baby.” In between flicking his digits against Jonah’s bud, Christian rocked his
stiffening cock against the inside of Jonah’s knee. “I love it when you get so wound up you can’t stop
trembling.”

Jonah muttered, “You should know the feeling by heart by now.” Pulling his thighs wider apart

to give Christian better access to his ass, Jonah bit the inside of his cheek in a feeble attempt to hold
back another cry of delight. “I can never be still when you touch me.”

“Baby, I will never get used to what it feels like to be with you.” Christian kissed the inside of

Jonah’s raised knee and then lined his pointer and middle fingers up against Jonah’s entrance. “Now
relax just a little bit more and let yourself enjoy this special wake-up call.” With that, Christian fused
his lips to Jonah’s with a rough kiss, and drove his two fingers deep into Jonah’s ass.

Jonah shouted hoarsely into Christian’s mouth. He bucked the instant Christian filled his

passage, and his prick swelled and pushed hard between their sweat-slick bellies. Christian ate his
way deeper into Jonah’s mouth with a raw kiss and absorbed Jonah’s desire-filled cry. Voracious
ownership filled Christian’s kiss, and he employed the same authority to plunge his digits in and out
of Jonah’s ass. Jonah could barely breathe, but if this was how God intended him to die, he would go
out a well-pleasured and happy man.

Jonah shifted to lock his legs around the backs of Christian’s thighs, and he drove his tail end

up to meet the full thrust of Christian’s fingers. When Christian forced another long digit into Jonah’s
ass, stretching his hole with the best damned stinging pain Jonah had ever experienced, Jonah groaned
and thrashed and begged for more. Fucking hell, yes. Jonah tangled his tongue with Christian’s and
repeatedly rolled his hindquarters up to steal as much of Christian’s penetration as he could. His ass
channel flared and milked the invasion, and his cock leaked a river of precum against Christian’s
abdomen in anticipation of a mating.

Just as Jonah bit at Christian’s lips, near to pleading for the man’s cock deep inside him, the

jarring beep beep beep beep of their alarm clock filled the sex-thick, early morning air in their small
bedroom.

Without missing a beat, Christian grumbled against Jonah’s lips. Quickly he withdrew his digits

from Jonah’s body, slammed his hand down on the clock, and put an end to the high-pitched alarm. He
then went right back to sinking his tongue into Jonah’s mouth and drilling his fingers into Jonah’s
primed and ready ass.

Every nerve ending in Jonah’s body clamored for this coupling to go on forever, but the

practical part of his brain reminded him that Christian had paid for two first-class plane tickets, and
he did his level best to focus his mind and dash cold water on his burning-hot libido.

“Christian.” Burying his hands in Christian’s silky, dark hair, Jonah tried to shake the fog of

need clouding his judgment. “Traffic, honey.” He held Christian’s face away from his, but still
couldn’t stop himself from lifting up and licking into the man’s kiss-swollen mouth. “Morning traffic.”
They had less than four hours to shower, get dressed, and drive to Tampa to catch their flight to
Wyoming. The drive alone would take nearly two. Jonah parted his lips to protest further, but
Christian chose that second to withdraw his fingers from Jonah’s ass. Christian switched to fondling
and pulling on Jonah’s ultrasensitized, weighty sac, and Jonah could only raggedly whisper “…late,”
as he pumped out more early jizz between their stomachs.

“We’ll be fine, baby. Don’t you worry.” Hot as hell, Christian crawled upright, shifted to a

sitting position across Jonah’s upper thighs, and lined up his and Jonah’s straining, rock-hard cocks.
“I’m not gonna let you miss your first snowfall for anything.” That vow spoken, Christian spit in his
palms, took their shafts in hand, and began rocking on top of Jonah and pulling on their erections at
the same time.

Jonah began, “I don’t—” but changed to “Fuck, yes” the moment Christian started jerking so

deliciously on their cocks. Some things could not be fought, and a sexually determined Christian was
one of them.

Lost to his mate for good, Jonah murmured raggedly, “So sexy, honey,” and let himself drown in

the vision of this handsome man. Christian had the most stunning, compact, muscular body. The
naturally darker tone of his flesh, touting his Venezuelan heritage, glistened like wet bronze in the
morning light peeking through the window’s bamboo shade.

Christian slid in a tight circular pattern on top of Jonah, rolling their dicks together with each

sway of his body, and Jonah gritted his teeth as every nerve ending in his shaft greedily reached for
the smallest whisper touch from Christian’s long, builder-tough fingers. Christian pumped his and
Jonah’s cocks through the enclosure of his hands, repeatedly and with frustratingly perfect languor.
The passion and pleasure pulling at Christian’s lush mouth and saturating the brown in his eyes knifed
Jonah all the way through to his core. Fuck.

Jonah snaked his hand up around Christian’s neck and yanked him down to scrape their lips

together, almost violently. He uttered, “I love you beyond everything,” and shoved his hands between
their bodies to pull hard on their cocks too.

Christian gasped. Immediately he balanced himself against the bed and began stabbing his prick

in a faster rhythm into the snug hold of Jonah’s hands, sawing his length against Jonah’s with each
powerful drive of his hips. Christian parted his lips, as if he couldn’t breathe. His fingers twisted in
the sheets, he whispered, “Sorry.” His hair was a little on the long side right now, and the flyaway
tips clung to his neck and temples with bead after bead of sweat. “Can’t let myself get inside you.”
Christian ground himself against Jonah’s middle in a frenzy, creating such friction between their
erections that Jonah cried out with the burn and heat. “I wouldn’t be able to stop,” Christian shared,
all the smoothness gone from his tone. “If I fuck you, I’ll ride your ass raw all day long.”

Jonah pulled Christian’s head down and crushed their mouths together again. “You don’t have

to.” No matter what Christian and Jonah did together, Jonah never got used to the sensual torture, and
Christian never ceased to surprise and amaze him. Jonah pulled Christian’s hand to his mouth, licked
and spit all over the palm, and confessed, “Everything you do turns me on.”

More pearls of cum instantly filled Christian’s slit. On top of Jonah, he shuddered. “I love you

so much.” Christian again drew up into a sitting position over Jonah’s thighs, pushed Jonah’s hands
away from their dicks, and took control of the handjob once more. His palm and digits, spit-slick,
glistened in the shadows. “You are everything to me.” Christian put his other hand to Jonah’s mouth.
“Do the other one so I can make you come.”

Goddamnit, yes. With the first lick Jonah put on Christian’s palm, the salty taste of his man

burst on his tongue. He licked again, and above him wicked lust filled Christian’s gaze. As Jonah
sucked and spit on Christian’s hand, Christian rolled his hips and rubbed their cocks against one
another with wonderful precision. Jonah sucked Christian’s fingers, reveling in getting all the way
down to the webbing. In response, Christian moaned, and using one hand pulled harder on their shafts.
Jonah tried to go in for a second round of sucking Christian’s digits, but Christian pulled his hand
away and muttered, “Enough of that, baby. This is all for you.”

Not wasting a second, Christian dived in with both hands and began pulling on their penises

from base to tip, hand after hand, never giving either one of them a second of reprieve. Every time
Christian tugged on Jonah’s length, only to quickly smother the shaft with his other hand, Jonah
groaned and writhed more. Tentacles of delightful sensations wound their way up Jonah’s cock, into

his belly and beyond, tagging his balls and ass passage, and created phantom touches too incredible to
ignore. Soon Jonah threw his arms above his head and planted his hands against the leather
headboard, desperate for something solid to anchor him to this room, or he feared he could spin out
into the heavens.

Jonah tried to maintain his grasp on sanity, but as always, Christian worked him over physically

to the point of shattering, and did it without ever looking away. A heady combination of sweet, pure
love and base, filthy desire layered the beautiful shadows in Christian’s eyes. The sight of such raw,
open honesty in Christian, along with the way he rode Jonah’s lap—as if he had Jonah’s dick buried
deep up his ass and nothing had ever felt better—swirled the beginning of the end through Jonah’s
testicles and licked straight up into his cock.

Christian tugged and squeezed their cocks together, and Jonah swished his ass against the

bedding, unable to remain still. Jonah wanted this moment to last a little longer, but each time
Christian touched him, no matter where, it felt as if small electrical bolts shot through every pore on
his body. The acute pleasure practically levitated him right off the bed. No. Not yet.

The internal denial falling on deaf ears, Jonah jerked from top to bottom, and he slipped under

the tide of his lover’s masterful seduction. “Christian, so good…” Punching his hips up and twisting
his body, Jonah bit his lip and choked on a cry of release. “I can’t…” He looked to his man, to his
safety, to his heart and life. “Please…”

His face a mask of beautiful masculine pleasure, Christian whimpered and swayed side to side

on top of Jonah. “It’s okay, baby.” He rode Jonah’s lap with a vengeance and pulled with a relentless
two-handed drag up and down their straining cocks. “Me t—”

Before Christian could finish speaking, Jonah shouted and arched off the bed, lifting Christian

up with him. Orgasm rushed through Jonah in a hot, drugging shot, and with a powerful shudder
rocking through him, Jonah jetted lines of semen all over his stomach.

With the first spit of cum Jonah released, Christian convulsed on top of him; seconds later he

dumped a thick pool of ejaculate straight where Jonah had come and mingled their warm, sticky seed.
Oh, baby; yes.

Still trembling in the aftermath, Jonah moaned as Christian slid down and rubbed his lips in the

puddle of their combined seed. Motherfucking shit, honey. Somehow, just watching, knowing what
would soon come, Jonah sighed and sank deep into the plush bedding. Christian crawled up Jonah’s
body, not stopping until they were face-to-face. The sheen of ejaculate coated Christian’s lips like
custom-made gloss, and chips of obsidian deepened his stare. As he licked the very edge of his
mouth, he said, “For you, baby,” and grazed his lips ever so softly against Jonah’s.

His chest banding terribly, Jonah groaned from low in his gut. He curled his hand around

Christian’s neck with a bruising hold and proceeded to lick clean every drop of cum from Christian’s
lips.

From the first time Christian had spilled himself in front of Jonah, on Jonah’s hand—to the

man’s absolute embarrassment and horror—Jonah had reacted in a territorial, primal way. Jonah had
secreted himself away in the bathroom as fast as he’d been able to; not to wash his hands, but to lick
them clean and keep this piece of Christian for himself. He’d cleaned his hand thoroughly, putting
Christian’s essence inside his body where nobody could steal it away from him.

To this day, as secure as Jonah felt with Christian at his side, a part of him still needed to take a

piece of Christian inside himself every time they came together. Without Jonah ever fully explaining

himself, Christian had picked up on the pattern and had turned it into a part of their lovemaking.
Christian had never expressed any thought that Jonah’s behavior was disgusting or that of an animal;
he merely loved Jonah and gave him what he needed. In fact—Jonah rubbed his abdomen against
Christian’s shaft—the ritual often aroused Christian as much as it sated and calmed Jonah.

As Jonah licked the last salty seed from Christian’s chin, he warmed inside. He slid his hand

down Christian’s bare back to his taut, perfect ass and squeezed a cheek. Grinning against Christian’s
lips, Jonah said, “I could work you back up and take care of that hard-on attempting to poke into my
belly button, but then we would miss our flight for sure.” He glanced at the alarm clock and cursed the
red numbers taunting him. “We’re gonna be pushing the traffic and praying for no accidents on the
interstate as it is right now.”

Digging his elbow into Jonah’s chest, Christian pressed a kiss to the tip of Jonah’s nose and

then rested his head in his hand. “You make a tempting offer.” He cocked a brow. “Can we put it on a
delay? Can I get a promise that first thing when we get to our hotel in Wyoming, you’re gonna throw
me on the floor in front of the fireplace and have your way with me?”

Complete adoration filling his heart, Jonah looked up at Christian. “Honey, you’re in charge of

this trip. We can do whatever you want.”

“Then it’s a deal.” After pecking another kiss, this time to Jonah’s lips, Christian bounced out

of bed. “This is going to be so great.” The fire and power of the sun burned in Christian’s gaze. “I
can’t wait for you to see snow.” He tugged on Jonah’s hand and yanked him out of bed. “Let’s get
going!”

Wearing a private smile and nothing else, Jonah happily let himself be led to the shower.

Christian had planned a special four-day Valentine’s weekend for them, and Jonah didn’t want to
mess up his man’s plans.

* * * *

Christian stood at the check-in counter at the airport, and with his eyes he begged the lovely

woman behind the counter to look into her computer and come up with a miracle.

Of course, the fact that the woman studied her monitor so intently meant she couldn’t see the

plea in Christian’s eyes, and so Christian shouldn’t have been surprised when she looked up and said,
“I’m sorry. I just can’t get you there, probably not for at least three or four days. The storm grew
bigger and moved faster than anyone anticipated. We’ve had to cancel flights all across the northern
half of the country. You’re not going to get into Wyoming today. There just isn’t any path.”

His heart sinking fast, Christian pleaded, “Can we go somewhere else then? Somewhere we

can ski? Or where we can at least see snow?”

Empathy filled the woman’s frown. “Not unless you want to fly overseas. The few flights that

were still going west are fully booked already. Even the standby lists are full. There are no other
flights headed anywhere north in the United States or Canada for at least seventy-two hours. I’m
sorry, sir.”

Grasping for anything, Christian started to say, Okay, let’s look at Europe , but before he could

finish, Jonah touched his arm.

“No, honey,” Jonah said, clearly uncaring, as always, of who might overhear or see him display

affection for another man. “We’re not going to Italy or Switzerland or any other country for only four
days. I want to go overseas with you one day”—he hoisted their shared travel backpack onto his back

and then threw the bigger of their carry-on bags over his shoulder—“but when we do, I want to go for
two weeks at least, or even a month, where you can enjoy it and have a good time. This isn’t it.” His
smile full of sadness, Jonah brushed his thumb against Christian’s cheek. “You agree. Right?”

“No.” Christian grabbed at the T-shirt covering Jonah’s stomach and tugged him in close. “We

can figure something out.”

His mouth thinning to a hard line, Jonah took Christian’s hand, but he put his silver focus on the

desk attendant. “We’re going to step aside to make a decision,” he shared in a clipped tone, “and then
we’ll get back with you.” He didn’t wait for the woman to agree before pulling Christian away from
the line to an empty cluster of chairs near the escalators.

Christian plopped into one of the seats. “What?” He looked up at Jonah, who still stood, but it

was as if all the flight schedules on the overhanging boards, many showing successful flights, mocked
him with their dotted red letters, so he looked to the ground and muttered, “I don’t want to give up,
Jonah. I want to try to figure something out.”

After lowering their bags to the floor, Jonah finally took a seat too. “I know what you’re doing

here, Christian. I really do.” Jonah curled his hand around the side of Christian’s neck and used his
thumb to lift Christian’s gaze from the patterned carpet. “I watch you, you know.” Pink stained
Jonah’s cheeks, but mercury swirled with a thousand layers in his eyes. “I see you all the time. I see
how you try to make everything so perfect for us—perfect for me, no matter what, about everything.
And I can’t tell you how that fucks me up every day, in the most insanely good way. You’ve taught me
to accept everything you give me without fear, so that’s how I know that if this weekend doesn’t
happen, we’re gonna be fine.”

Jonah tugged Christian in, plastered their foreheads to each other’s, and Christian could see the

truth etched into every hard line mapping Jonah’s unforgiving face. Jonah’s tone, and the gritty
thickness when he spoke, conveyed nothing but soft, perfect love. “I think it’s the sweetest damn thing
that you wanted to show me snow so badly, but you can’t control some crazy monster storm. It’s
okay.” He pressed a kiss high on Christian’s cheek and then took his hand. “We can go home and do
something quiet, and I won’t think it means you love me any less, or that you overlooked some
important detail when planning this trip for us. I know you didn’t.”

Sighing, Christian looked up at the harsh beauty of the man he loved, and internally popped the

last bubble of hope for their perfect trip. “I know.” He tucked Jonah’s hand against his chest, uncaring
of the public display or curious looks. Jonah didn’t understand social cues enough to care about
touching or holding Christian in public, and his nature had taught Christian to tune out the occasional
judgmental stares too.

Still dejected, Christian admitted, “I just wanted to watch your face the first time you see all

those mountains covered in such pure white it hurts your eyes to look at it. I wanted to see your smile
the first time you fall into piles and piles of the stuff, and I wanted to watch you make a snowball.”
His adrenaline kicking in again, Christian turned and faced Jonah fully. “I know how much you’ll love
the snow, and I hyped up this trip so much that I can’t help but feel like I let you down. In my head I
know that I didn’t.” With a chuckle, he added, “Hell, I know you’re not even disappointed. You’re not
that guy. You don’t let shit like this swing your moods. I just feel bad for you.” Looking down again,
Christian picked at motor oil wedged under Jonah’s thumb and shrugged. “That’s all.”

Jonah covered Christian’s hand with his and brought the fidgeting to an end. “Hey.” He lifted

Christian’s chin again. “The only thing that swings my mood is you. I don’t want to see you sad. I

don’t like it. It messes with me in a bad way.”

Christian’s heart cracked clear down the middle and leaked the most welcoming pain. “I know,

and I’m okay. I promise.” This time, Christian even stood up first and slid the smaller carry-on bag
over his shoulder. “Let’s get back in line and figure out what we can do with our tickets. Then we’ll
go home.”

When Christian made to move, Jonah held him in place. “I’m sorry, honey.” His jaw ticked in

that way Christian hated to see. “I know you’re bummed. I’m sorry this didn’t work out for us.”

His only care for Jonah now, Christian immediately wound his arms around the bigger man and

looked in his eyes. “Don’t be upset for me. I promise I’m not anymore.” Lifting up on his tiptoes,
Christian moved his arms around Jonah’s wide shoulders and played with the edges of his brown
locks. “You know,” he began, forcing lightness into his voice, “we were going to have spaghetti
carbonara for dinner tonight; I made sure the hotel I booked us in could make it. I know how much you
love it.” Christian’s mental wheels spun forward to a cozy evening at home, and he finished, “I can
make it for us at the house instead.”

Jonah beamed, something Christian had only ever seen the man do for him. “You’ve already

made the day perfect again. Let’s go.”

As they walked to the back of the line, Christian made sure to joke with Jonah and present a

happy face. He couldn’t help the pang of disappointment still ringing silently inside him though. More
than anything, Christian had wanted to give Jonah something special this year, his way of saying thank
you for the million ways Jonah made his life wonderful and fulfilled in every way. Whenever they
watched a movie or TV show that had snow in it, Jonah would always mention that he’d never seen
real snow. Christian had latched on to it and thought he’d found the perfect gift for Jonah.

Mother Nature apparently had other plans.

Bitch.

* * * *

His head in the fridge, checking on the ingredients for their dinner, Christian hummed and

swayed to a love song playing on the radio. As he mentally planned the rest of his afternoon, he shook
his ass and sang badly off key. Suddenly a sharp and high wolf whistle sliced through the kitchen.

Fuck! Christian grabbed his heart, shot upright, and stumbled into the corner of the open fridge

door. He peeked over his shoulder and found a sinful Jonah grinning. Slumping even more, Christian
muttered, “Jonah, shit. I thought you were on the phone.” Christian’s heart raced wildly out of control.
“Damn, you scared me. How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to enjoy the view.” Jonah openly studied Christian from top to bottom. He then

came back up and paused at his midsection. “Now if only you’d eased those jeans down just a bit and
given me a view of your bare ass shaking while you danced…” Pure, unfiltered sex deepened Jonah’s
stare to slate; Christian had seen enough of this level of desire in Jonah to recognize it well.
“Damn”—Jonah whistled a second time—“I probably would have pulled my dick out and had my
way with you against the counter, right on the spot.”

Heat burned all the way up Christian’s neck and face. He said, “Shut up,” but he smiled wider

than a hungry gator too.

In a flash Jonah’s smile went from sexy to lopsided. “I love that I can still make you blush.”

Just as fast, his gaze turned cloudy. “I’d hang around and see how much redder I can make you, but

since we’re home, I need to go into the shop for a bit.” Jonah owned an auto/motorcycle repair,
custom design, and detailing business. “I don’t know for how long, but I’ll be home for dinner.”

“No problem. Take your Harley though,” Christian told him, his thoughts already back to

shopping and the afternoon of cooking. “I need to use the car to go to the grocery store.”

“Will do.” Rather than heading for the front door, Jonah strolled to Christian and crowded him

into the corner of the open fridge. His proximity automatically stirred Christian’s blood, and when he
ran his hand up Christian’s belly and chest to cup his face, Christian shivered. Tugging Christian
against him, their bodies flush and lips so very close, Jonah whispered, “I swear I won’t miss your
special dinner.”

Holy God, baby. Christian inhaled for oxygen, but with the breath in he absorbed Jonah’s

musky, unique scent instead, and he trembled. “I know you won’t, and it’s okay,” he assured Jonah,
his voice unsteady too. He could hold his own with Jonah very well, but on occasion Jonah got the
upper hand and Christian felt like a virgin with his first love. He licked his dry lips and lamely
finished, “I promise I feel much better now.”

“I know.” His gaze twinkling with shades of pale moonlight, Jonah dipped down and grazed his

lips against Christian’s. “I’m only taking a minute to say good-bye.” He had the lazy grin of a
confident wolf about to pounce. “Is that okay?”

Christian swallowed past the sandpaper in his mouth. “Of cour—”

Right then Jonah captured Christian’s lips with his and stole the rest of Christian’s thought. He

clung softly to Christian for a heartbeat, merging their mouths in a firm but gentle kiss. Then he licked
at the seam of Christian’s lips. Christian made a needy little noise, flicked his tongue back, and Jonah
groaned something gruff and shoved them both deeper into the corner of the fridge. He forced
Christian’s mouth open with the power of his own and swept his tongue inside for a deeper, rougher
kiss, something full of Jonah’s trademark need to mark his man. Oh, fucking shit, baby. Yes. Christian
threw his arms around Jonah and flung himself equally into the kiss. Their teeth clinked together, and
Christian tasted blood, but he didn’t care. He fused himself to Jonah and nipped right back while
rubbing as much of himself against Jonah as he could, craving the inferno Jonah’s body generated.

Breathing heavily, clearly struggling, Jonah crushed his blunt fingers into Christian’s hips. He

ground their cocks together, creating incredible friction. As if that weren’t enough, he wound his arms
around Christian’s back, quickly shoved his hands into the back of Christian’s jeans, and grabbed his
buttocks. A cheek in each hand, Jonah rocked Christian against his cock again and again and again,
and kissed him as if the end of the world were only moments away.

Rolling his ass into Jonah’s big palms, Christian groaned as his dick pushed hard against his

jeans and his ass passage pounded with its own heartbeat. He pushed his hands between their bodies
and tugged on Jonah’s belt. He tried to work the man’s zipper at the same time, but he barely got it
down before Jonah ripped his hands out of Christian’s jeans and stumbled back against the squared-
off archway that led out of the kitchen.

“Fucking shit.” His thick chest rolling in waves, Jonah slumped against the dark wood framing.

Flecks of hematite shimmered in his eyes. “Christian, damn it, I can’t finish this right now.” As Jonah
did up his jeans and belt, working around his visible erection, he winced. “I have to go”—he looked
down the length of the open pass-through that ran the entire length of their shotgun style home, toward
the front door—“but fuck, honey, remember where we were.” Chuckling with a fatalistic bent, Jonah
rubbed his face and pushed his hands through his disheveled, dark hair. “We’ll pick this up again

later.”

Still trembling too—and not from the cold at his back—Christian ate up the vision of the

goddamn roughest, sexiest man he had ever seen. Jesus, he loved and worshipped Jonah so much he
would fold at the man’s knees and do whatever Jonah ordered him.

His mouth full of cotton again, almost speechless, Christian promised, “I’ll have dinner ready

when you get back.”

“Christ, honey.” Right quick, Jonah rushed to Christian and pecked a kiss to his cheek. “You are

something special. Bye.” With one last look, with everything romantic and purely sexual he wanted to
do with Christian visible in his stare, Jonah spun and strode out of the house.

Christian slid to the floor and fanned himself with both hands. The open refrigerator at his back

couldn’t generate nearly enough cold air to cool him down. So easily, Jonah had reduced him to a
puddle of longing and need.

Smiling and laughing at himself, Christian shook his head as he imagined the sight he must make

right now. Jonah. Jonah. Jonah. Christian truly was the luckiest man in the world.

* * * *

“You haven’t heard from him?” On the phone, Christian questioned Rodrigo, his boss but also

one of his and Jonah’s best friends. “What about Abby or Braden? Have either of them?”

Rodrigo replied, “Hold on a sec.” Through the receiver, Christian could hear the man shouting

for Abby and Braden, the two other people in their unique ménage. After a minute of murmurs,
Rodrigo got back on the phone. “Neither has heard from him at all today.”

Before Christian could reply, Braden got on the line. “Chris, is everything okay? Do you want

me to look for Jonah for you?” As a detective in law enforcement, Braden’s deep voice rang with
authority. “I can make a call and have the uniforms take a drive around town looking for him.”

His head in his hand, Christian squeezed his eyes closed as he imagined Jonah roaring up a

storm at the thought of police officers on the lookout for him in their small town. “No, no. Don’t do
that.” Christian forced himself to speak from the place of logic in his mind rather than the fear
controlling his heart. “I’m sure he’s fine. He’s just late, and I’m a worrier. I called down to the shop,
and they told me he’d left a long time ago. The last text I got from him said he’d be home in a bit. But
he’s not here yet.” Silently ordering himself to breathe, Christian looked to the darkness outside and
did his best to ignore the awful fluttering in his belly. “He’d hate it if I put police resources out on a
search for him just because he’s a few hours behind schedule.” Christian spoke the sentiment aloud as
much for himself—he needed to hear the sensibility of it—as he did to share the information with
Braden. “I’m sure everything is fine.”

“You let me know if you change your mind, okay?” Braden said, his tone as gentle as if he were

handling a child while on a case. “If another hour goes by and you don’t hear from him, you call me
again. All right?”

“I’m sure it’s nothing. I’m overreacting.” At that moment, the creak of a screen door and then a

bam of it snapping closed shot through the house. Christian jumped out of his seat. “See? Never mind.
I just heard the door.” He rushed down the pass-through walkway that bisected the open floor plan of
their double shotgun style home and automatically ran for the front door. “Y’all have a good night.”

Christian barely heard Braden reply, “You too,” before he ended the call and threw the phone

on the couch to his right.

The small entry lay empty, so Christian yanked open the front door. “Jonah!” He stepped out on

the porch, but Jonah wasn’t there. Christian spun; no motorcycle parked at the side of the house. He
did an about-face and focused on the shop truck parked in front of their house. “Jonah!” He started
down the porch steps.

“Christian?” Jonah’s gritty call echoed through the house. “Where the hell are you?”

Rushing back into the house, Christian stalled just inside the door. He zeroed in on Jonah

standing in the kitchen; the sight of him so tall and beautiful and healthy and okay ripped a strangled
cry from Christian’s throat.

On pure emotion and adrenaline, Christian ran at Jonah and flung himself into the bigger man’s

arms. “Where were you?” he asked, his voice breaking. He knew his reaction was out of line, but
God, Jonah never came home late without checking in. Still trembling, Christian let go of Jonah and
began petting him all over, searching for injuries. “Are you okay?”

Jonah dragged Christian straight back into his arms and wrapped him up tight. Against

Christian’s ear, he softly said, “Whoa. Whoa. Hey, I’m fine.” Pulling back a bit, Jonah rubbed a
soothing pattern up and down Christian’s arms. “I’m sorry I’m so late.” Clear regret etched new lines
into Jonah’s already harsh features. “I tried to call, but I was on the back roads, and you know how
sucky the towers are out there.”

Feeling so stupid now, Christian exhaled as the adrenaline drained out of him and left his limbs

feeling like wet noodles. “I’m sorry for overreacting.” He even rolled his eyes—at himself. “I’m just
glad you’re okay.” As fast as he went limp, Christian stiffened his spine. “Wait. Why did you come in
through the back?” He swung his focus from the front of the house to the rear and then locked in on the
giant of a man in front of him, who suddenly shifted from foot to foot like a kid about to pop on
Christmas morning. “And why were you on back roads?” New wheels began spinning in Christian’s
head, but none of them created anything substantive or led him anywhere, so he crossed his arms and
added to his interrogation. “I thought you were just going to the shop?” Not that Christian would ever
believe Jonah guilty of anything—he trusted this man and his particular brand of unmovable integrity
way too much—but damn, Jonah wouldn’t stop fidgeting. “Well?”

With a shrug, Jonah said, “I had a detour I had to make afterward.” A new light suddenly

glittered in Jonah’s eyes; he took Christian’s hand and swung it between them. “Is the food okay as it
is for now? Will it hold for a few more minutes?”

“I suuuppooose,” Christian dragged out. “Why?”

In reply, Jonah put his hand over Christian’s mouth and shook his head. “No more questions.

Just close your eyes.” He released Christian, moved behind him, and switched to covering his eyes.
“Now walk.” Jonah nudged his groin against Christian’s rear end. “Just go straight. It’s okay.”

Shuffling forward slowly, his world total blackness, Christian held his hands out in front of him

and waved them back and forth. “What are you doing, Jonah?” Christian’s palm hit cool glass—had
to be the window in the upper half of the back door—so he stopped and reached back to grab Jonah’s
leg. “What’s happening?”

Jonah pried Christian’s fingers from his thigh and put his arm to rest at his side. “Just keep your

eyes closed,” he warned before taking his hand away. “Don’t peek. I’ll be right back.”

Jonah then brushed against Christian’s shoulder and arm. A moment later a breeze washed over

Christian, and finally the bang of the screen door again. Christian stood in place for at least a full
minute, during which he strained his ears to hear even the smallest sound that might give him a clue as

to Jonah’s plans. A heavy thump and a slight squeak told Christian that Jonah had gone down the
stairs. The whirr of something like an engine suddenly hit Christian’s ears, but Christian knew the
deep, heavy sound of Jonah’s Harley, and this did not sound like a bike revving up. Christian focused
himself so intently upon identifying the unknown whirring noise that he didn’t hear Jonah’s boots on
the steps a second time. When Jonah took his hand, Christian jumped.

“Sorry.” Jonah pressed a kiss to the center of Christian’s palm, told him to be mindful of the

threshold, and led him outside. With the nubby feel of a woven mat under his bare feet, Christian
knew he stood just outside the back porch door. Jonah moved him forward a bit more, positioned him,
and then said, “Okay, open your eyes.”

Christian complied. Soft lighting illuminated the porch. Christian blinked a handful of times, not

stopping until the spots dancing in front of his face disappeared. When they did, the shadowed
expanse of the backyard loomed large and empty in front of him. “What?” The low-grade whirring
attacked his ears again. “What is that motor running?” He looked up at Jonah.

“Just give it a sec.” His focus jumping from one end of the yard to the other, Jonah wrung his

hands and murmured, “I only had a quick lesson, but I think I got it right. One more second.” A grin
suddenly split his face and lit it up to something spectacular. “There it is.”

“What?” Christian gave Jonah a cockeyed, sideways glance. “I don’t…” Then—oh hell, baby,

you didn’t —specks of white began spitting into the air from both sides of the yard, dotting the
landscape as they floated across the dark sky.

With each handful of seconds that passed, more and more snow clouded every square inch of

space. The sight of the beautiful, softly swirling snowfall stirred wonderful, unimaginable pain in
Christian’s heart, so much so he grabbed at his chest. Christian spun and looked up at the big, rough,
yet somehow gentle-as-hell man standing next to him, and such love banded around his middle he
almost couldn’t breathe.

Christian put his hand over his mouth to stifle a sob, and he blinked tears from his eyes. “Jonah

—” Christian’s voice squeaked with too much emotion, and he had to stop. “I-I…” He waved his
arms toward the snow falling in their Florida backyard. He probably looked like a spastic bird, but
he could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone speak them. “Wh-what?”

His hands shoved in his jeans’ pockets, Jonah rocked on the heels of his thick-soled boots.

“You were upset about Wyoming. I know you said you weren’t anymore, but I could tell that you
were.” His shoulders hunched, he shrugged. “You wanted snow for us for Valentine’s Day, so I got it
for you.”

Jonah’s manner, so very matter-of-fact, kicked Christian in the gut even harder. “Jonah…”

Christian still struggled for proper words, so he pointed at the brilliant snow billowing in their
backyard, as if that could somehow adequately explain the sweetest pain burning in his chest and the
thickness welling in his throat to the point of it hurting to speak. “I-I don’t even know what to say.”
With wonderment, Christian turned back to the storm of white somehow making their yard seem as if
it glowed under a spotlight. He stuck his hand out from under the eaves. Flakes clung to his fingers for
a heartbeat before melting on his skin. Real snow. He looked back up at Jonah once more, his mouth
gaping. “How?”

“One of the guys at the shop has a sister who works for an event planner,” Jonah explained. “I

asked my guy if she’d ever used snow machines, he put in a call to his sister, and she hooked me up
with two of them. If you look”—Jonah pointed to the shed tucked in the corner of the yard—“I have

one there. The other is at the corner of the porch near the outlet on the side of the house. Anyway, my
guy’s sister lives in Orlando. That’s what took so long. That’s why I was late.” Jonah went back to
shrugging and burying his hands in his pockets. “I had to use one of the shop’s trucks to get them.
There was a pileup on I-4, so I had to take the back roads. I tried to be quiet while I hooked
everything up and got it going, but then you heard me sneak in the back door before I was totally
finished.”

“Doesn’t matter that I heard you before you were ready. I had no clue. This”—Christian slipped

back to stammering, flailing, and pointing—“this…this never would have occurred to me. I still can’t
believe it.” Christ, already a dusty layer of the stuff clung to their brittle, drought-thirsty grass.
Christian shook his head and squealed, “Freaking snow in our backyard! You goddamn made it snow
in our backyard, Jonah!”

Liquid silver burned hot in Jonah’s stare. “When you’re upset, I have to fix it.” His voice

scratched, and his jaw ticked wildly. “Nothing else matters to me.”

Pure love combusting within him, Christian slammed himself into Jonah and wound his arms

tightly around the man. On his toes, he whispered at Jonah’s ear, “You matter. You matter more than
anything in this world. Nothing else even comes close for me.” Christian pulled back, his arm
wrapped around Jonah’s waist, and wiped at the film blurring his own eyes. “And the fact that you
did this, for me,” Christian croaked, feeling like a pussy, but damn it, this man dragged everything out
of him. “It’s so beautiful, Jonah.” He laughed at himself and the tears streaking down his face. “And
here I was supposed to be showing snow to you. I don’t even know how to thank you. It’s so perfect.
You’re perfect. This day is perfect. My hero comes through for me again.” Christian twined his arms
around Jonah’s neck and looked up at him with a teary smile. “You always do.”

His Adam’s apple bobbing convulsively, Jonah reached up and covered Christian’s hand with

his. His pale stare intense, Jonah moved Christian’s hand for him, ran the palm across Jonah’s
shoulder—right over the wing tattoo Jonah had gotten to symbolize the freedom he felt through the
security of Christian’s love. “It’s only because I have you,” Jonah said thickly. “Happy Valentine’s
Day, Christian.” Jonah brushed strands of hair off Christian’s forehead and placed a soft kiss there. “I
love you.”

Too much powerful emotion spilling out of him again, Christian buried his face against Jonah’s

chest and clung to his waist. “You are everything to me. I love you so much too.”

Jonah tunneled his hands into Christian’s hair and dragged him out of hiding. “This wasn’t

supposed to make you cry.” He tapped the tip of Christian’s nose and offered one of his special half
grins. “You’re supposed to be happy.”

On the spot, Christian bucked up. “I am. These are happy tears.” Quickly he swiped at the

moisture on his cheeks. “And those were the last of them. What do you want to do first?” Animated
now, Christian grabbed Jonah’s wrist and pulled. “Make a snowball? Or an angel? I’m not sure we
have enough powder on the ground for that.”

Rather than Christian dragging Jonah down the steps, Jonah swung Christian in a half circle and

crowded him into the porch railing at the top of the stairs. “You know what I want?” Jonah braced his
hands high on the pole at Christian’s back, above his head. He dipped down until their noses touched,
and flashes of hot lava sparked in his gaze. “I want to finish what we started earlier. And by the end, I
want you under me and screaming in the snow.”

Oh shit. His hips churning of their own volition, Christian bit his lip and sucked in a breath.

His dick immediately awakened and pushed for its mate. Moving on instinct, Christian grabbed
Jonah’s belt, tugged him in, and said against his lips, “You just made this day a thousand times better
than anything we could have done in Wyoming.”

Jonah’s grin went from sweet to predatory in one shift of his lips. “Good.” He then swooped in

and captured Christian’s mouth with his.

As if someone had thrown kerosene on them and lit a match, Christian and Jonah went up in

flames together. They kissed with brutal, violent need, and Christian tore at Jonah’s belt and zipper as
fast as his clumsy fingers would let him. He strained against Jonah, craving every hot, hard inch of his
body, and sucked on Jonah’s tongue in a way that made both men moan. Christian shoved his hand
into the front of Jonah’s jeans, but Jonah grabbed his wrist before he could wrap his fingers around
Jonah’s shaft.

“No. Nuh-uh.” Jonah took hold of Christian’s other wrist too and eased both behind Christian’s

back, where he wrapped Christian’s fingers around the painted wood pole. “Tonight”— Jonah undid
the snap and zipper on Christian’s jeans in one easy move—“I want you.” Jonah eased his big hands
into the sides of Christian’s jeans and slid them down to his thighs, springing Christian’s growing
erection free. “Every inch of you.” Jonah reached around and grazed his hand across the hills of
Christian’s ass.

Christian made a needy little noise, and his shaft twitched and rose toward his stomach. “I want

that too.” His vision already starting to blur with lust, Christian blinked and lifted his gaze to Jonah’s.
“Take off your clothes for me first.” He issued the request before every sound he made was reduced
to a series of incoherent moans and cries.

Jonah’s nostrils flared. As he quickly complied, ripping off his T-shirt and tossing it to the

ground, he never looked away from Christian. Thick, gorgeous muscles roped Jonah’s chest, arms,
and belly, and his tattoo of yin-yang wings circling a key, inked low on his stomach, quivered with his
intake of breath. He toed out of his slip-on work boots and kicked them aside. His jeans already
loosened, Jonah slid them halfway down his thighs, along with his underwear, and revealed his fully
erect, cut cock. Christian swallowed with great difficulty at the glorious sight, and his ass channel
awakened with a powerful squeeze.

Holding his jeans at his knees, Jonah fumbled in his pockets, and with a lopsided smile came up

with a clear plastic tube. “I remembered to get that out of the car first.” He handed Christian the half-
used, travel-size lube. “Hold on to that for me.”

Christian palmed the lube from Jonah, but he kept his focus fixed forward as Jonah pushed his

jeans the rest of the way down his legs. Jonah snagged his socks and pulled them off as well, leaving
him stark naked from top to bottom. Thick, muscular thighs and corded calf muscles wrapped around
bone to create legs of chiseled perfection. Good God. Christian swallowed with difficulty. Every
inch of Jonah’s stunning body was honed, efficient, and hard.

His heart pounding wildly—an effect Jonah had created in him from way back in his teen years

—Christian held on for dear life to the pole at his back. “God, baby.” He lifted his gaze to meet
Jonah’s bright stare. “Every day we’re together, you somehow get more beautiful.”

In front of him, Jonah uttered a curse and shuddered. “Don’t talk,” he ordered as he moved in

fast, “or you’ll make me come too quick.” He drew Christian up to him and fused their mouths
together once more.

Ripped under by the torrential tide, Christian kissed Jonah in equal measure. Without shame,

Christian rubbed himself against every inch of Jonah, exulting in the hard lines of his partner’s body,
and he swept his tongue as eagerly past Jonah’s lips as Jonah did to him. Hot blood surged not only to
Christian’s cock but to every corner of his body. Christian’s skin buzzed frantically too, conveying a
need to touch and merge with this man. The bottle of lube still clutched in one hand, Christian wound
his arms around Jonah’s back and touched every bit of warm, firm flesh he could reach. Up and down
Christian went, brushing his fingers along either side of Jonah’s spine, to the dip at the small of his
back, down to the sweet, fine hills of his ass, and even over to his hips. Christian gloried in the
tingles igniting in his palms and fingers with each graze of his hands over Jonah’s skin. All the while
Christian touched, Jonah kissed him with the passion and intensity of an old-school ravishment. Jonah
not only claimed Christian’s mouth, but he scraped his lips across Christian’s jaw, cheeks, and
forehead too, putting his mark on Christian in a myriad of ways.

Christian nipped at Jonah in return, but when he cupped Jonah’s cock, Jonah blocked him yet

again. With a growl, Jonah pulled back the barest inch, and his stare flared with tangible heat. “Get
your clothes off all the way.” He breathed heavily, and his shaft was thick, dark red, and plastered to
his belly. “Now.” He tore at Christian’s T-shirt, snapping threads loudly in the night as he yanked it
over Christian’s head.

Jonah’s feral excitement aroused Christian to the point of guttural moans. Christian’s balls grew

heavy and achy in his sac, and if his dick got any harder he felt certain it would snap off with one
good tug. Dark desire fired in Jonah’s open stare. A slave to the sight, to everything intense and
forceful and loving this man dragged out of him, Christian pushed his jeans and underwear the rest of
the way down his legs and gave Jonah the nakedness he’d commanded.

“Christ, honey.” Jonah sucked in a visible breath and rubbed a hand down the straining length

of his erection. “I can never get enough of you.” In one smooth move he dropped to his knees and
sucked Christian’s dick all the way to the back of his throat.

With a sharp cry, as every drop of blood in him made a mad dash for his cock, Christian

planted his shoulder blades against the pole at his back and bowed his body in an exaggerated arc.
Moaning around Christian’s shaft, Jonah sank his fingertips into Christian’s legs and held him in place
for another deep slide of his wet, warm mouth. Again and again Jonah bobbed up and down the length
of Christian’s prick, taking time on each upward drag to lick around the mushroom head, paying
specific attention to the underside—an area that when teased drove Christian batty with pleasure.

From above, through the haze of his own shattering desire, Christian reveled in watching Jonah

pleasure him with such open joy. Every time Christian’s penis disappeared into Jonah’s mouth, a low,
primal noise rumbled through Jonah’s system and he dug his blunt fingertips even deeper into
Christian’s outer thighs. Christian would wear proof of Jonah’s ardor on his flesh for at least the next
few days, and the thought had him biting his cheek and pumping his hips erratically at Jonah’s face.

Jonah parted his kiss-swollen lips, and Christian drove his erection into Jonah’s mouth. With

the first rough thrust from Christian’s cock, Jonah looked up. The mercury heat in his stare rushed
another fluttering wave of need through Christian’s entire being.

Slipping to an even rawer place, Christian slammed forward with all of his might and forced

the full length of his cock into Jonah’s mouth and beyond. Jonah took Christian without gagging. He
even remained kneeling passively as Christian bared his teeth and punched his dick deep past Jonah’s
lips a second time. When Christian thrust for a third foray, Jonah crushed his fingers into Christian’s
thighs and turned his head away.

Oh fuck, no. His heart rupturing at the sight, Christian started to apologize, but just as fast as

Jonah had pulled away, he buried his face against Christian’s crotch, moaning as he took a deep,
audible breath. Without missing a beat, Jonah licked the sensitized flesh hidden under Christian’s
trimmed thatch of fur and created goose bumps along Christian’s skin. Jonah moved his face all
around the area, almost as if he were mapping and memorizing every bit of Christian he could. As
Jonah kissed and tasted Christian, he hummed a familiar noise, something low and full of pleasure.

With every flick from Jonah’s tongue, delicious wave after insane wave of shiver-worthy

sensations drenched Christian’s system. Christian watched as Jonah licked a line down his shaft; the
sight as much as the sensations had Christian biting his lip to stifle his shout of pleasure. After
tonguing Christian’s dick one more time, Jonah pressed Christian’s cock against his stomach, out of
the way. Jonah then dipped down and sucked on Christian’s balls, using as much voracious suction as
he’d employed on Christian’s cock. Oh shit, yes. Jonah tended to Christian’s weighty, painful sac
eagerly, as if honey covered the flesh and he needed the nourishment of every thick drop.

The entire lower half of Christian’s body pulsed in time with each whisper or bite of contact

from Jonah, pushing Christian to the razor’s edge of what he could stand to feel. Recklessly playing
with his own control, Christian continued to watch Jonah work him over completely and tested his
ability to withhold release. Christian moaned with every lick Jonah delivered to his skin, and he
rolled his hips with abandon, desperate to dissipate the acute concentration of pleasure surrounding
his balls and cock.

Jonah growled and nipped the inside of Christian’s thigh. Looking up, his stare bright with light,

he uttered, “You taste so fucking good.” He grazed his bared teeth across the front of Christian’s thigh
to his hip, and bit him there too. “Turn around.” Not waiting, once again Jonah spun Christian himself,
and wasted no time licking a line straight up his ass crack.

A fast shot of anticipatory pleasure snaked along Christian’s channel into his core, and he

shouted something high and tight into the snow-filled shadows. With a nip to the small of Christian’s
back, Jonah pried Christian’s cheeks apart, exposing the area of soft skin to the cool evening air, and
then heated Christian once more by tonguing his hole.

Moaning from deep in his gut, Christian grabbed on to the painted pole in front of him and hung

on for a druggingly good ride. Jonah loved to eat Christian’s ass—often to the point of challenging
himself to make Christian come with nothing else, he’d once confessed—and God knew Christian
loved the intimacy of Jonah performing such an act. In between flicking his tongue whip-fast against
Christian’s pucker, Jonah put suction on the tight ring of muscle, using such perfect power the
sensation reached all the way down to Christian’s toes.

With each flick or suck Jonah put on Christian’s bud, Christian gritted his teeth. His ass channel

fluttered and clenched with need for something to fill it to the rim.

Digging his fingertips into the taut globes of Christian’s buttocks, Jonah held him parted wide

open and took his first stab at Christian’s pucker with his tongue. Oh yes. He didn’t get inside, but a
needy little noise slipped out of Christian anyway. Shamelessly Christian straight-armed the porch
railing, arched his back to a severe slope, and pushed his ass at Jonah’s face in a plea for more.

Jonah grunted, and he smacked Christian’s ass. He then spread him open again and sucked at his

hole with more force. Every nerve ending around Christian’s entrance tingled, rocking a tremble
through him, and he bit his lip as his need for penetration grew. He scratchily whispered, “Now,
please.”

Jonah drove at Christian’s pucker a third time, using more force. This time he broke through the

barrier, and the tip of his tongue slipped into Christian’s ass.

The moment Jonah breached Christian’s hole and flicked his tongue within Christian’s body

—ohhh, so fucking good—Christian threw his head back and cried Jonah’s name. Keeping
Christian’s cheeks spread, Jonah poked his tongue into Christian’s ass a second, third, and fourth
time. With each nubby stabbing, Christian’s balls pulled with ferocity between his legs, and early
seed rolled down his sensitized cock.

Jonah ate at Christian’s ass relentlessly, mixing the forays into his body with flicks around the

tender ring, all without giving Christian a second to come up for air. Coils of ever-tightening pleasure
wound around on themselves within Christian’s core, tormenting him with the promise of release.
Christian struggled to take a cool breath of air to help clear his head, but Jonah savaged his ass
without pause, as if Christian were his last meal and he intended to leave the world a full man.

Unable to overcome the onslaught of sensations, Christian reached down to tug on his cock. He

shouted hoarsely through the concentrated sensitivity thrumming in his shaft. “Jonah.” Christian jerked
on his stiff dick without care to the pain he brought on himself; he only craved release. Dragging his
hand up and down his shaft, Christian sucked in a ragged breath and moaned as Jonah licked around
his tender asshole again. “Please… Oh G—” Suddenly the spring coiling inside Christian snapped.
He shot upright and swung headfirst toward release. Pulling and pulling and pulling on his dick, he
raggedly whispered, “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

In the nick of time, just as Christian started to spurt, Jonah slid between Christian’s spread legs.

Jonah smothered Christian’s cock in the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. With a joyous cry, Christian
pumped his seed deep into the mouth of the man he loved, with a sky full of swirling snow as a
perfect backdrop to the starry night.

Yes.

AROUND A MOUTHFUL of his lover’s cum, Jonah moaned as deep-seated pleasure rushed

through his system and fed his most primal desires. He sucked on Christian’s cock without relenting,
feverish in his need to drag every drop of ejaculate he could out of his man.

In front of him Christian pulsed his hips and gave Jonah a few more spits of his honey-sweet

essence; then the man inhaled a shaky breath.

“Baby,” Christian finally whispered. He tunneled his hand into Jonah’s hair and guided his

head back, forcing Jonah to look up. The slight move slid Christian’s cock from Jonah’s mouth. Rich
espresso saturated Christian’s stare and allowed a window into his guileless soul. “You sucked out
everything I have to give. Fuck me now”—Christian’s legs trembled—“before I drop on the spot.”

On instinct, his blood still flowing with heat and purpose, Jonah growled and nipped at

Christian’s lower belly. Jonah got to his feet, his cock hanging heavy and spike hard. In two smooth
moves, he swooped Christian off his feet and brushed a fast kiss across his lips.

“Don’t you dare get drowsy on me now.” Pure sexual need thickened Jonah’s voice to

something predatory. “I haven’t laid you out flat and taken you in this snow yet.” Christian secure in
his arms, Jonah stepped out from under the porch cover into the floating flakes of white stuff, and trod
down the steps.

Gusts of snow washed over their bodies in a refreshing wave. Christian yelped and clung to

Jonah, as if they’d walked out into a blizzard rather than the mild midsixties temperature in their
backyard.

Jonah was about to get offended, but then Christian buried his face against Jonah’s neck and

pecked a line of kisses to his ear. Whispering, “Keep me warm, Jonah,” Christian shifted in Jonah’s
arms, and he didn’t stop until he had his legs wrapped around Jonah’s waist. Clearly having bounced
back from his orgasm, a slow fire flamed brightly within Christian’s stare. He grazed his lips against
Jonah’s in an easy yet tempting kiss. “Make love to me all night long.”

Groaning, Jonah slashed his lips against Christian’s and sank into a deep, hungry kiss. Like a

lifeline, Christian clung to Jonah and kissed him back, licking into Jonah’s mouth. Each wet flick from
Christian awakened in Jonah the furious need to mate. Craving this kiss, any kiss with Christian,
Jonah managed to keep one arm anchored around Christian’s back while using the other to maintain
enough balance to lower them to the snow-dusted ground.

As soon as Christian’s backside hit the grass, he moaned and stretched his arms and legs. Still

pecking kisses all over Jonah’s face, Christian dragged his arms along the ground, to above his head,
and then back to his sides. He then ran his palms down the sides of Jonah’s body, lightly scraping skin
along the way.

Jonah hissed and rolled his hips in the welcoming V of Christian’s legs. He finally came up for

air, and his heart lurched into his throat at the sight of the faint image in the grass surrounding
Christian. “My angel.” As Jonah fingered the impression of wings around Christian in the light layer
of snow, he grinned.

Smiling back, Christian reached up and brushed the back of his hand down Jonah’s cheek. His

stare so fucking beautiful it hurt to witness it, he said back, “My everything.”

Jonah jolted on top of the man. “Shit, Christian.” Descending again, he vowed, “I fucking love

you forever,” and claimed Christian’s mouth for his own. With one kiss, Jonah swirled down into a
place full of ownership, one that rivaled the night he and Christian had fucked for the first time, with
such animalistic greed, in the bathroom in this very house.

Normally for Jonah, when he got a taste of Christian’s seed, the ritual calmed him—at least for

a short while—and allowed him the luxury of taking as much time as he wanted to explore every inch
of Christian’s flesh. Jonah loved Christian’s body, but Christ, right at this second, Jonah fought
powerful urges, all of them screaming at him to slam his prick straight into Christian’s ass and mark
him again.

Get control, Roberts. Jonah tried to shake the need to instantly claim Christian from his being.

Make this special for Christian. Forcibly, Jonah tore his mouth from Christian’s and began licking
his way down the tanned column of the man’s throat. After pausing for a moment to worship
Christian’s Adam’s apple, Jonah began peppering kisses along Christian’s collarbone. He grazed his
mouth from one end of Christian’s sleekly muscular shoulders to the other, savoring the taste of his
man. Warm, firm flesh tickled Jonah’s lips and sent wonderful tingles through his blood to torture his
cock. With every touch, Jonah reminded himself to take his time. Jonah ached to find a home inside
Christian, but his soul cried for time to worship Christian’s body from head to toe too.

Ever so slowly Jonah eased his way down to Christian’s chest. He flicked the tip of his tongue

against one brown nipple, back and forth, back and forth—to Christian’s groan and tremble. After one
final nip to the pebbled tip, Jonah kissed his way across Christian’s chest to suck and lave the other
nipple. He gently pulled the dark toned, tiny disc into his mouth, moaning when the skin tightened

against his tongue. As it did, Christian bucked under Jonah. He dug his fingers into Jonah’s hair, and
Jonah grinned against Christian’s skin.

His own cock pulsing hot and hard and ready, Jonah ignored his need and continued his tour of

Christian’s body. With tenderness, he brushed his mouth down over every inch of Christian’s belly.
Each time Jonah put even the slightest brush of contact against Christian’s flesh, Christian moaned and
rolled his lanky frame in waves. The sight swelled Jonah’s heart with masculine pride.

Eager to taste more, Jonah licked along the taut lines of muscle cutting across Christian’s flat

stomach—all the natural product of the physical job he did as part of a crew that flipped houses and
his former life as a baseball player. Christian’s perfect belly button called to Jonah, and he wasted no
time kissing his way to the small indentation and dipping his tongue inside. In response Christian
thrashed his head and hips, and his cock thickened with new life and poked against Jonah’s chin. Hell
yes.

Jonah’s arousal kicked up to a higher gear and shoved hard at his control. Still ignoring his own

desires, Jonah moved lower. He licked down Christian’s shaft and teased his sac, to Christian’s
strangled cry of delight. Grinning again—Christ, Jonah lived to make this man feel good—Jonah
eased Christian’s legs into a folded position, pressed a delicate kiss high on the man’s inner thigh,
and Christian whimpered.

Christian’s natural, musky scent beckoned Jonah to move up to his cock to suck him again, but

fuck, the tantalizing line of soft flesh along the man’s inner thigh lured Jonah to stay on track too.
Jonah licked the crease of Christian’s leg, moaned, and licked again, and this time accidentally
flicked his tongue against Christian’s taint.

Instantly Christian shouted “Jonah!” and squeezed his legs against Jonah’s head, reacting as if

Jonah had shot pure adrenaline into his system.

Growling with pleasure, Jonah went in for another taste. Before he could press another kiss to

Christian’s skin, though, Christian raggedly whispered, “Enough.” His fingers still tangled in Jonah’s
hair, he yanked Jonah up, stinging his scalp, and put them eye to eye. Flakes of snow dotted
Christian’s hair, but hellfire heat darkened his gaze to nearly ebony. “Jonah.” The lube still in one
hand, Christian scratched his trimmed nails down Jonah’s sides, deep into his flesh, and strained
against him. “No more. I can’t wait.” Christian shoved his hands between their bodies and fumbled
with the lube. “If you don’t fuck me right now”—the lube spurted between them, and the tube popped
out of Christian’s hold; he cursed and became even more frantic— “I swear I’m gonna roll you over
and do you.”

“Shh, honey. Shh.” Immediately Jonah pressed his weight onto Christian to stifle his frenetic

energy. Soothing as best he could, Jonah brushed kisses high on Christian’s cheeks. “It’s okay.” Jonah
pushed his hand between their fused bodies and scooped lube from his and Christian’s bellies. “Let
me help you.”

Breathless, sounding panicked, Christian scraped his fingers down Jonah’s stomach. “Please.”

“Shh, it’s okay. I would never torture you.” As fast as Jonah could, he generously slicked up his

cock with the clear substance. He lubricated Christian’s hole too, the whole time watching Christian
to make sure he was all right. Once ready, Jonah lined himself up with Christian’s bud, pleased when
he felt a quiver in the ring of muscle; he then bracketed his arms around his man’s head. He pressed
his forehead to Christian’s and locked in on the obsidian owning Christian’s stare. “Ready?”

Wrapping his arms around Jonah’s shoulders, Christian nodded, moving both of their heads.

“Yes.” He lifted his hips and offered his hole. “I need you.”

Jonah descended, claiming Christian with a gentle kiss. The moment their lips met, he rocked

his lower half against Christian’s body and sank his cock inside the man’s welcoming ass. Oh fuck.
Yes. Their lips still clinging, both men gasped as they became one. Without missing a beat, they
undulated together and began to move.

With each gentle thrust into Christian’s snug passage, Jonah moaned as moist heat surrounded

his shaft. Every nerve ending within Jonah’s length awakened fully to the delicious sensations, and all
of them shouted a command to pound into Christian until the man screamed for mercy. Jonah’s heart
held full control over the baser dictates of his body, though—at least for the moment—so he pumped
his hips in a steady rhythm, sliding his cock oh so gently in and out of Christian’s channel, and created
a slow, warm friction he knew would soon consume them both in flames.

As flurries of snow danced across the backyard sky, all around Christian’s and Jonah’s tangled

bodies, Christian clung to Jonah. He scraped his lips against Jonah’s and darted his tongue inside in a
way that licked shivers through Jonah’s entire frame. Each time Jonah pushed his cock into
Christian’s ass, to the root, Christian dug his fingertips into Jonah’s back, bit his lip, and softly
groaned. Jonah loved every little subconscious demonstration of pleasure Christian gave him. At the
same time, those very moves from Christian tortured Jonah’s banked desires and fueled his need to
mate harder and faster. The primal side of Jonah punched at him inside, fighting to gain control and
push him to a place where he could leave his mark within the farthest reaches of Christian’s body in
the most elemental of ways.

Right then Christian grazed his fingertips against the back of Jonah’s neck, just the slightest bit

of contact, and Jonah jerked from top to bottom. Control slipped for the barest heartbeat, and Jonah
slammed his prick hard into Christian, pushing with his full weight, and rolled half of Christian’s
frame right off the ground. Fuck. So full of need, Jonah powerfully knifed his way into Christian’s ass
one more time.

Christian shouted in response. He dug his fingertips into Jonah’s neck, hard, and his channel

clenched in a vise-tight hold.

Fuck, no. Biting off a curse and an apology, Jonah pulled his dick completely out of Christian’s

ass, desperate for a moment of reprieve from the intense pleasure mating with Christian wreaked on
his system.

Never one to let Jonah retreat, Christian immediately lifted up, pressed a kiss to Jonah’s lips,

and put a hand against his heart. “Jonah, it’s okay. I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me.” Holding eye
contact, Christian ran his palm down the centerline of Jonah’s body, all the way to his supersensitized
cock. With first contact Jonah grunted and automatically thrust his length through Christian’s firm
grasp.

Awareness shone in Christian’s eyes. As he rubbed Jonah’s shaft a second time, he said, “Take

what you need.” Moving in reverse, Christian settled his spine flat on the ground and ran his hand
back up Jonah’s body to curl around his neck. “I will always want everything from you, no matter
how you need to give it.”

Fuck. With a choked cry, Jonah swooped down and crushed his mouth to Christian’s. A needy

sound escaped Christian too, and he parted his lips to accept Jonah’s demand for a deeper kiss. Jonah
moved in fast and hard. With ferocity, he tangled his tongue with Christian’s, certainly stealing the
man’s very breath away. Jonah loved to kiss Christian, could remember with breathtaking clarity the

first time their lips had met, right outside a hardware store, but in this moment his need to mate
completely dominated and smothered all else.

Jonah licked past Christian’s lips, took one last taste of his man, and then reared upright and

stabbed his cock deep into Christian’s ass. Christian shouted and jolted halfway upright too. With
Christian’s permission already given, though, Jonah didn’t slow down.

Jonah drove his length into Christian’s body, and divine sensations shrieked through his penis.

Merely feeling wonderful with Christian, though—no matter how powerful—was never enough. In a
shot Jonah hooked his hands under Christian’s legs, shoved them up and wide apart, and split
Christian open to the shadowed night. Unable to rise above his rawest emotions, Jonah braced his
hands on the backs of Christian’s thighs. As he knifed his cock into Christian with repeated strikes, he
fixed his full focus on the sight and growled with primal satisfaction. On every withdrawal, Jonah
pulled out completely; he rubbed the tip of his dick all around Christian’s stretched, reddened hole
and then up to torment his taint and balls before shoving his way back inside to fill Christian to the
hilt.

Beneath him Christian thrashed and began pulling on his dick with ruthless speed. “Jonah.”

Christian groaned with nearly incomprehensible begging noises and rolled his tail end up with tight
pulses to meet Jonah’s thrusts. “Oh God, Jonah.”

Finally lifting his gaze, Jonah ordered, “Watch us.” Rigidity and dominance ruled Jonah’s tone,

even though a torrential downpour of love poured out of him. Jonah could not control the timbre of his
voice in the best of times. When making love to Christian, he didn’t have a shot in hell of sounding
kind or loving. “Look at me taking you.”

“I know.” His face flushed with color, visibly struggling to take a breath, Christian glanced

between their bodies to where Jonah claimed him. “Jonah.” Gasping as Jonah pushed inside him to
the root again, Christian reached down and spread his fingers around Jonah’s buried cock. They both
jerked, and as Christian’s ass squeezed viciously around Jonah’s penis, Christian uttered, “Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.” He bit his lip and whipped his hand around his stretched hole, reaching for the connection
in every way. “You feel so good.”

Jonah covered Christian’s hand, keeping him there as Jonah pulled out, held their bodies

separated for the barest heartbeat, and then thrust his length back into Christian’s body. Christian’s
rectal muscles clenched Jonah’s dick hard inside, and Jonah rubbed his fur ruthlessly against
Christian’s aggrieved asshole. “Christian.” Jonah choked, and he jammed his dick within Christian’s
channel with another rough stab. “I can’t…”

Christian shook his head. He let out a breathless, “It’s okay,” and stayed right in the moment

with Jonah.

“So perfect,” Jonah whispered, awe expanding from his very soul.

One of the snow machines made a grating, cranking sound, and suddenly bigger, slushier

clusters of snow rained down around them, but right now Jonah did not care. Cooler temperatures
descended too, yet sweat continued to pour down Jonah’s spine. Heat radiated from his frame,
creating a mist of steam around their merged bodies. The house could have crumbled to a pile of
rubble behind Jonah and he would not have processed the destruction; right now Jonah only saw and
recognized his physical connection to Christian. He lifted his gaze to his man’s, and his heart lurched
into his throat.

Reaching up for just a moment, Jonah brushed his hand across Christian’s cheek. “So

beautiful.” Damn it. Trying not to thrust, Jonah clenched his teeth. So amazing. Christian’s body
milked Jonah’s embedded length, and Jonah hissed. As his balls lifted toward his body, he shook
perspiration from his face. Fuck, not yet.

This time, though, Jonah’s willpower could not withstand the dictates of his body and heart.

Overcome by the mere sight of Christian’s open, beautiful gaze, Jonah lowered himself fully and
crushed his lips to his lover’s lush mouth. He slammed his hips and jammed his length fully into the
tightest, most welcoming home he’d ever known. As the endgame swirled through his balls and cock,
he gutturally whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Christian.”

Christian kissed him back and held on just as tightly. “I love you, Jonah,”

With those words given to Jonah, whispered so sincerely, Jonah could see his whole world—

his only future—shimmering in Christian’s gaze. Oh fuck, baby. Fuck. Fuck. Lost in Christian’s eyes,
Jonah catapulted straight over the cliff into release. Christian. Love. Jonah roared like an injured
animal and shuddered hard enough to break into a dozen pieces. He cried Christian’s name into their
star-filled backyard. As he finally let go, he spilled himself deep inside Christian’s ass, drowning in
the eyes of the only person who’d ever seen inside him to his hidden heart.

With the first line of cum Jonah jetted into Christian’s body, Christian keened high into the

night. He wrapped his legs tightly around Jonah’s waist and held on with what felt like every muscle
in his body. Fusing his forehead to Jonah’s, Christian gritted his teeth. Trembling, he uttered Jonah’s
name as he pumped line after line after line of liquid heat between their bodies, putting his stamp on
Jonah too.

A slave to the feel of Christian’s slick seed against his flesh, Jonah shivered and dumped

another river of ejaculate into Christian’s ass. With one last spurt— oh Christ, yes—Jonah’s arms
finally gave out and he crumpled into a heap on top of his man. Fuck. Jonah burrowed his face into
Christian’s neck and blissfully inhaled Christian’s uniquely crisp yet musky scent. Fucking hell, Jonah
could not stop shaking. And it had nothing to do with the snow, turning increasingly to sleet, still
spitting into the air from one end of their backyard.

Beneath Jonah, Christian pressed a kiss to Jonah’s bare shoulder and rubbed a soothing circle

on the small of his back. “You okay?” he asked, and then pecked another kiss to Jonah’s upper arm.

Murmuring, “Don’t know, honey,” Jonah kept his face hidden against Christian’s neck. He put

up only the smallest token fight against the heaviness in his eyelids pushing him to sleep. His thoughts
still centered south, though; he chuckled as he added, “You wrung out my cock damn good.”

In response, Christian’s channel squeezed gently around Jonah’s sated shaft.

Jonah hissed. “Fuck, honey. I want it, but don’t do that. My dick can’t take feeling anything else

right now.” Although his mind screamed at him to stay huddled close to Christian’s warmth, this time
Jonah listened to the dictates of his body. He withdrew his tender cock from Christian’s certainly
sore ass and flopped down next to him on the ground. Cold, damp earth attacked Jonah’s bare skin,
but his body still burned so hot from making love that he welcomed the opportunity to cool his
elevated temperature.

Without missing a beat, Christian rolled onto his side and tucked himself under Jonah’s arm. He

rested his chin on Jonah’s shoulder, and a dreamy, faraway twinkle lit extra warmth in his chocolate
eyes.

“I wish I knew more people,” Christian shared as he drew wavy lines across Jonah’s chest and

abdomen, “just so I could brag to all of them about how lucky I am to have you. You take care of me
and love me and surprise me in thousands of ways.” Christian’s voice cracked, just a hair, and the
fissure shot sweet pain straight into Jonah’s soul. “The most incredible thing of all is that you don’t
even realize it. It’s just instinct on your part. You have the biggest, most generous heart, Jonah.”

Christian pressed his hand against Jonah’s chest and looked into his eyes without blinking, and

in an instant Jonah’s heart rate kicked into higher speed.

Christian continued. “Most of the time you leave me speechless. I don’t know if there’s anything

I could ever do or say to show how proud I am to have such a fine man at my side, every day, and
who makes me so very happy and excited to be alive. Thank you for this Valentine’s Day gift, Jonah.”
Dipping down, Christian planted a gentle kiss right over the thump visibly pounding in Jonah’s chest.
“I don’t know how it’s possible”—Christian swiped at the misty glitter in his eyes, but at the same
time jutted his chin and didn’t look away—“but every day when I wake up, I get this pang in my chest
when I look at you, and by the end of the day I realize I’ve somehow fallen even deeper in love with
you.” Christian rested his cheek right over Jonah’s heart and looked up with open adoration. “I don’t
think the feeling is ever gonna stop.”

Gruff, grit in his throat, Jonah muttered, “Fucking Christ, honey. Stop talking shit like that.” He

dragged Christian up, though, scraped a rough kiss across his rosy lips, and then tore his mouth away
to curse again. “I already told you I can’t handle another hard-on so fast.” Jonah’s body struggled to
revive itself, and he exhaled shakily through the sharp discomfort in his nuts and shaft.

Christian frowned. “Poor baby.” He then ruined his empathy by grinning and stroking his hand

in an easy, torturously good line down Jonah’s cock. “I think you could handle it”—he rubbed his
thumb across the slit, making Jonah hurt so damn good—“but I won’t force it.” With one final pet to
Jonah’s nuts, Christian pulled his hand away and quirked a brow. “At least not right now.”

Right then a particularly slushy clump of snow landed smack center on Jonah’s chest, inches

from Christian’s nose.

As Christian flicked it away, he said, “How about you figure out how to get that one snow

machine blowing fresh snow again while I go try to work some magic with our dinner?” Without
moving an inch, Christian somehow managed to perk his whole being upright to attention. “We can eat
on the back porch while watching the snow.”

Feigning an exhausted stretch, Jonah mumbled, “I don’t kn— Fuck, you talked me into it.” After

pecking a kiss to the tip of Christian’s nose, he added, “Get up,” and then smacked Christian’s pert
ass. “You need to move first.”

Glaring, Christian rubbed his offended backside, but also uncurled himself and pushed to his

feet. Once standing, Christian cocked a brow in Jonah’s direction. “You’d better not be curled up in a
ball on this ground fast asleep when I get back.”

Jonah grinned, settled in, and stacked his hands behind his head. “Not a chance of that. Go on.”

He nudged Christian’s calf with his foot. “I’ll be up before you reach the kitchen.”

A flash of heat quickly sliced through Christian’s stare. As he spun to face the house, Jonah

swore he heard his man mutter, “You’re damn right you will, baby.”

Chuckling, Jonah smiled to himself—for about a second. Then Christian began to walk away.

With each slow, deliberate step he took, he swayed his hips just the slightest bit and put his taut,
tanned, bare ass on full display. Those buttocks sat perched so damn perfectly Jonah’s mouth
watered. Instantly Jonah envisioned bending Christian over the railing to steal another taste of his

tight little hole. Then, fuck, the hard line of Christian’s back and breadth of his shoulders taunted
Jonah, reminding him that he had not gotten a full taste of Christian’s skin before diving into fucking
him until they’d both come. And finally, Christian’s muscular thighs and calves reminded Jonah of the
way Christian had clung to him so completely during the heights of his climax. Motherfucker.

The trip from the middle of the backyard to the door didn’t take very long, but by the time

Christian disappeared inside, Jonah groaned and rubbed his cock. He was indeed “up” just as
Christian had vowed he would be.

Pain be damned. Jonah was a very lucky man.

* * * *

With the finicky snow machine fixed and running smoothly again, Christian pulled his light

sweater tighter across his front and did up the zipper. Over dinner Jonah had explained that he’d
rented the blowers for the entire weekend, but they both figured that tomorrow they would set them up
in the front yard and let everyone in the neighborhood enjoy them before Jonah had to take them back
to Orlando.

Doesn’t matter . Christian snuggled deeper into the overstuffed outdoor love seat. With each

puff of snow that spread and floated across the darkened sky, his chest swelled with love for Jonah.
Tonight was perfect. I can’t ask for more.

At Christian’s right, the screen door squeaked, and Jonah stepped outside. Jonah had a plate of

spaghetti carbonara piled high in one hand and his full fork already headed toward his mouth.

Christian rolled his eyes. “I cannot believe you are finishing that.” After eating half a plate of

the pasta, the burned taste of olive oil from overcooking the bacon had clung to Christian’s mouth so
completely he’d gotten up to brush his teeth. “You’re going to make yourself sick.”

Around a mouthful of the stuff, Jonah mumbled, “I’m hungry.” Wearing jeans and nothing else—

Jonah always generated incredible body heat—Jonah settled on the other end of the love seat and
stretched his legs across Christian’s lap. “And it tastes good.”

“It’s terrible.” Just looking at the plate of pasta made Christian wrinkle his nose. “The bacon

got all greasy and soggy and the eggs congealed and the oil tasted burn—”

Snapping his arm across the short distance, Jonah covered Christian’s mouth. “You made it, and

I like it.” Before letting go, Jonah gave Christian the stink eye. “Now shut up about it and let me finish
my food.”

Christian muttered, “You eat another plate and you’re gonna need a cast-iron stomach to get

through the night without living in the bathroom.”

Jonah’s right brow shot up at a sharp angle, and a smile slashed his hard lips. “Now there’s a

sexy thought.” As he took another bite, mirth made the flecks of silver dance in his eyes.

Shoot. Heat set Christian’s skin on fire and burned straight up to his ears. “You hush up.” Still

hot, he slunk down into the seating.

“That’s what I thought.” With a cat-that-caught-the-canary grin, Jonah went back to munching on

his meal.

Between each bite of food Jonah took, he murmured little noises of pleasure. All the while,

Christian watched and held his lips tightly shut. Or at least he tried; he really did. He fiddled with the
hem of Jonah’s jeans and pulled on a frayed string until it reached its end, but when Jonah reached the

halfway point and kept right on going, Christian’s own stomach roiled, and he blurted, “I really can’t
believe you’re going to finish that whole second helping.”

Still grinning, Jonah shot back, “And I really can’t believe you’re still talking about the fact that

I am.” He even lifted his bare foot and pressed it against Christian’s lips. “Let a man enjoy his
spaghetti in peace.”

Spitting a piece of grass from his mouth, Christian shoved Jonah’s foot back down to his lap.

“Okay. All right. I get the hint.” Giving up—Jonah really did have a stomach that could keep down
just about anything—Christian switched to simply enjoying the view of Jonah relaxed and happy.
“So…” As Christian grazed the tips of his fingers along the raised veins in Jonah’s feet, his attention
lifted briefly to the snow drifting in the blackness beyond where Jonah sat. “What do you want to do
next Valentine’s Day?”

Without looking up, while cutting his pasta into manageable bites, Jonah shrugged. “No matter

what we do, it’ll be perfect, as long as I’m with you.”

Shit, baby. Christian’s cock awakened in his jeans. “Well, hell.” With that utterance, Christian

moved Jonah’s legs from across his, crawled up the length of the small sofa, and straddled Jonah’s
lap. “Go ahead and put the plate down.” Christian didn’t bother to wait; he took hold of the plate and
pulled.

Jonah tugged back. “What? Hey!” Streaks of mercury darkened his glare. “I’m not done with

that yet.”

Blood moving to his groin fast, Christian let go of the plate and braced himself on the arm of the

sofa at Jonah’s back. Dipping his head down, he whispered in his man’s ear, “With one sentence you
got me rock hard again.” Christian rubbed the bulge in his jeans against Jonah’s bare belly, and with
serious intent captured his gaze. “You can finish eating, or you can take care of what you created.”
The popping sound of Christian snapping open his jeans filled the softly lit porch. “You can’t do
both.” The sigh of his zipper following suit came next.

“Oh.” Jonah’s nostrils flared, and moonlight filled his suddenly wide gaze. Quickly Jonah let go

of the plate; it thudded heavily as it hit the painted wood floor. In one smooth move Jonah curled his
big hand around Christian’s neck and tugged him in close. “I guess I’m not really that hungry for pasta
anymore after all.”

Christian smiled, and his heart swelled with sweet love for this man. “I didn’t think so.” Parting

his lips, Christian sighed happily as he accepted Jonah’s tender kiss.

Loose Id Titles by Cameron Dane

Dreaming in Color

A Perfect Storm Rising

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The FOSTER SIBLINGS Series

AFostered Love

Something New

Snowfall

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The HAWKINS RANCH Series

Demon Moon

Falling

ReneCade

Knowing Caleb

Becoming Three

Quick to the Hunt

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The QUINN SECURITY Series

Finding Home

The Ultimate Kink

Saying I Do

Breaking Logan’s Laws

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Cameron Dane

I am an air force brat and spent most of my growing up years living overseas in Italy and

England, as well as Florida, Georgia, Ohio, and Virginia while we were stateside. I now live in
Florida once again with my big, wonderfully pushy family and my three-legged cat, Harry. I have
been reading romance novels since I was twelve years old, and twenty years later I still adore them.
Currently, I have an unexplainable obsession with hockey goaltenders, and an unabashed affection for
The Daily Show with Jon Stewart.

I’d love to hear from you! Find me on the Web at

http://www.camerondane.com

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