Christmas On Firefly Hill: A sizzling MM holiday romance by Garrett Leigh

Author:Garrett Leigh [Leigh, Garrett]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fox Love Press
Published: 2022-11-30T18:30:00+00:00

Logan

I’ve seen Remy’s bare chest before, but that was then. When he was a stranger dancing on dry grass, twirling a fire hazard above his head.

Now, he’s a man I’ve kissed too many times to count, and he’s in my house, on my landing, with nothing but a towel hiding his body from me.

I’m holding mugs of tea neither of us wants. I abandon them on the windowsill and close the distance between us.

Remy tracks my every step, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

I swipe it free and kiss him. Just once.

Then I step back and take him in properly.

He has sun-kissed tattooed skin. Paler than the summer, but still a body that’s spent months and months outside. There are scars too—little nicks here and there. A whopper of a scuff on his back that I can tell came from eating dirt off the back of a lorry. It’s lost its pigment, growing white with age. I skate my fingers over it and watch goosebumps prickle his skin.

I’m so hard right now. Fuck, I’ve been hard all night, my dick pressing against my zip, fighting for freedom.

I hook my fingers into the pendant that hangs around his neck. It feels like part of him. I want to know how long he’s worn it. I want to know everything.

But first…

I let the pendant drop to his chest. He has a smattering of hair there. Not as much as me, but still enough to press every button I have, darkening as it descends his lean abdomen, disappearing under the towel.

The towel has to go.

I hold his gaze and reach for the fold on his hip, giving him every chance to stop me.

He doesn’t. I pull the end free and the towel drops to the floor.

It’s dark on the landing, and my vision is swimming with so much fucking desire it’s hard to see. To accept how goddamn beautiful he is. I wrap one hand around his jaw and let the other ghost lower, trailing my fingertips down his belly, skimming his cock as it rises to meet me.

“Fuck.” Remy shudders and shuts his eyes. “How do you make me feel so much when you’re hardly touching me?”

Because there’s something between us I can’t explain. That no one can. It’s a biological, spiritual reaction that can’t be contained. And I’m not going to try.

Not tonight.

I want his skin on mine.

I want him splayed out beneath me.

Lucky for me, my bedroom is two steps away.

I guide Remy backwards and to my bed.

At the edge, he stops me. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Easily fixed. I reach over my shoulder and grip my shirt, hauling it over my head. In the dark, we’re chest to chest, and Remy goes for my belt buckle.

He gets it open and pops the button at my waistband, the other hand moving to the zip.

My jeans disappear. The black boxers I grabbed from my locker at work. Pretty sure they have a hole in, but Remy doesn’t seem to notice. He pushes me back to get a better look at me, gaze fixed on my cock as he expels a shaky breath.

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