Because Naughty Holidays Can Be Oh So Nice 2015 (14 page)

Chapter Ten

THE FOLLOWING MORNING, Ryan woke in an empty bed. He could smell food, which meant Z was already up, likely playing with his new toys in the kitchen.

The thought made Ryan smile.

Last night, after Z had rocked his fucking world, tying him to the chair, then fucking him like that… The thought made Ryan’s dick hard instantly. It had been incredible. But curling up with Z, holding him while they drifted off, that had been beyond description.

Every minute he spent with Z reminded him of all the time he’d lost with the man. All the hell he’d put them both through, and he was forever grateful that Z had forgiven him for all he’d done. As far as he was concerned, he really was the luckiest man on the planet.

Turning his head to the side, Ryan looked at the clock, then bolted upright in the bed.

It was already eleven o’clock. How in the hell had he slept that late?

Jumping out of bed, he rushed to the shower, quickly soaped up and rinsed off, then brushed his teeth and got dressed. He did all of that before he checked his phone.

He’d purposely put it on silent last night, not wanting to ruin the surprise for Z if Reese or Jensyn texted him. And now, as he peered at the screen, he saw that they had.

They were leaving Cindy’s house and heading their way. Based on the time he’d received the text, they should be there any minute.

“Shit.”

Doing his best to appear calm, Ryan came out of the bedroom, forcing himself to move slowly. He’d been right, Z was in the kitchen, cooking something. All of the gifts that had still been wrapped last night had been unwrapped and placed in the spots Z wanted them.

“Mornin’,” Z greeted, moving toward him and pulling Ryan in for a kiss.

Ryan was breathing hard by the time Z released him. “What was that for?”

“Can’t a man simply kiss his husband because he wants to?”

“He could,” Ryan said slowly. “But he usually doesn’t.”

Z grinned, placing his hands on his hips. “Ryan Jacob Trexler, I know what you’re up to.”

“You do?” Ryan was tempted to look around to see if he’d missed something. Or someone. But he didn’t. Somehow, he managed to face off with Z.

“You forget who you’re dealin’ with,” Z said. “I’m an elite security advisor. I can figure shit out.”

“You can?” Ryan was a little lost. How the hell had Z figured it out? Granted, Z wasn’t wrong. He was one of the best that Sniper 1 Security employed, but Ryan had thought he’d managed to keep it a secret.

“Yep.”

Ryan waited for Z to elaborate, but he didn’t.

Then the doorbell rang and Z’s eyes widened. Ryan watched as he walked across the living room, saying, “I’m gonna be an uncle, I’m gonna be an— Mom! What are you doing here?”

Okay, that was not the sound of a man who’d figured anything out. Ryan released his breath and sagged against the wall as he watched Z pick up his mother, hugging her as he spun her around.

Z set Cindy on her feet and smiled down at her. “I thought—”

“You thought what, big brother?” Jensyn asked, stepping into the doorway before Z could close the door.

This was one of those moments, one of those memories. Ryan quickly grabbed his phone from his pocket and snapped several pictures of Z and his sister. Then more when Reese stepped inside. For a second, it looked as though Z was going to lose his shit.

Smiling, Ryan made his way to the living room, greeting Cindy, Jensyn, and Reese while keeping his eye on Z.

And Ryan knew then that the best gift to get Z was family. It was all the man needed.

OKAY, SO THIS explained the confused look on RT’s face when Z had told him he’d figured him out. However, Z wouldn’t have guessed that RT had been able to pull this off. He’d been thinking more along the lines of RT buying him the stuff for the kitchen so he could get more creative with meals.

RT had just given him the greatest gift in the world. His family.

Then again, RT had given him everything he needed already. His love, his support, his devotion.

“So, did it work? Were you surprised?” Jensyn asked as Z helped her out of her coat.

“I’d say,” Z muttered.

“That man of yours … he’s rather persuasive, you know that?” Reese said, handing his coat to Z. “I’m pretty sure he could sell ice to an Eskimo.”

About that, Z had no doubt.

While RT led Z’s mother into the kitchen, Reese and Jensyn not far behind, Z stood where he was, admiring the man he’d married. A year ago, Z never would’ve thought he’d be here. Not at this point in his life, happier than he’d ever been, and certainly not with the man of his dreams.

Yet here he was.

And to think, RT had been worried about what to get Z for Christmas. Only somehow, during all that worry, RT had gone above and beyond anything anyone had ever given him.

Ryan Trexler had given him memories to last a lifetime.

And in return, Z would give RT the one thing he would never give anyone else.

His heart.

Red’s Jack Daniel’s Pecan Pie Recipe

1 cup sugar

¼ cup butter (soft)

3 eggs slightly beaten

¾ cup corn syrup (light or dark Karo – we use light)

¼ tsp salt

2 to 3 tablespoons Jack Daniel’s whiskey

1 tsp vanilla

3/4 cup chopped pecans

½ cup chocolate chips

1 9-inch pie shell- put tin foil around edge of crust so it doesn’t get brown before pie is done.

Cream sugar and butter, add eggs, syrup, salt, Jack Daniel’s, and vanilla. Mix until blended. Spread pecans and chocolate chips in bottom of pie shell. Pecans will rise to top. Pour filling on top of mixture. Bake at 375 degrees for at least 40 to 50 minutes.

Note from Nicole:

This recipe was one that Colt’s neighbor made every year for Christmas and brought one to his family when he was growing up. When Colt and I were married in 2002, Red brought one for the judge who performed our ceremony as well as one for us. Every year since, I’ve been making them for our family and friends and it has become one of the favorite holiday treats in our house.

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I hope you enjoyed spending the holidays with RT and Z from Never Say Never, I know I certainly did. I’ve had a connection to these two men since the beginning and I have to say, it was fun to watch the progression of their relationship and how Z has gotten RT to loosen up a bit. If you’re interested in more from the Sniper 1 Security team you can read more about the Kogans and Trexlers
here
.

Currently Available in the Sniper 1 Security series:

Wait for Morning (S1S, 1)

Never Say Never (S1S, 2)

Nicole also has other gay romance titles:

Reckless (Pier 70, 1)

Ethan

You can find all of Nicole’s books, along with links, at the back of this book or on her
website
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Luke, Sierra, Cole: Happy New Year

Club Destiny

Luke, Sierra, and Cole

(from TEMPTATION: Club Destiny, 2 and DEVOTION: Club Destiny, 5)

Chapter One

New Year’s Eve

7:00 a.m.

COLE ACKERLEY FELT the bed move, which must have been what had woken him up. According to the clock on his nightstand, it was seven o’clock, definitely the latest he’d slept in quite some time. Rolling over, he blinked the sleep from his eyes, smiling when he noticed Sierra and Luke lying beside him, both naked, blankets shoved off.

Technically, Luke was hovering above Sierra, her knees cradling Luke’s hips as the big, beautiful man thrust slowly inside her. They looked intense, both seemingly lost in the other’s eyes.

Content to simply watch, Cole ignored his dick as it went from firm to rigid within seconds. This was how he liked to be woken up every day, the two people he loved more than life right there at his side, making love because there was nothing else they’d rather be doing.

“God, baby,” Luke crooned to Sierra. “You feel so good.”

Sierra moaned, her hips rocking as she met Luke’s gentle thrusts.

It didn’t surprise Cole that Luke was once again buried to the hilt inside the woman they loved. After Sierra had given birth to Liam three months ago, and the doctor had insisted no sex for six weeks after the birth, Luke had once again panicked—something the man was notorious for. Not that Cole hadn’t enjoyed the hell out of himself for those six weeks. That was one of the benefits of being in love with two people—there was always a backup. Or so Luke liked to tease.

However, since the day Sierra had been given the green light for sex, Luke had been making up for lost time. As had Cole. Only, it appeared Luke had beat Cole to it this morning.

“Looks like we’ve got an audience,” Luke mumbled, a smile in his voice.

Cole met Luke’s gaze. “Don’t stop on my account. I’m content right where I am.” And it was true.

“Don’t worry,” Luke assured him. “I had no intentions of stopping.”

Sierra’s chuckle was husky and soft. Cole brushed his fingers over her arm when she reached for him.

Allowing his gaze to wander, he watched as Luke’s thick cock slid out of Sierra, then slowly back in, the muscles in his back and ass flexing as he did. The man really was perfection in its finest form. At forty-two, Luke was definitely still in his prime.

“Luke,” Sierra whispered urgently, her head tipping back as she dug her fingernails into Cole’s arm. “Oh, God. I’m … so close.”

Luke wasn’t deterred, his cock penetrating her deeper with every thrust of his hips. Cole could see the strain on Luke’s face, though. He was having a hard time holding back.

“Come for me, baby,” Luke encouraged. “Come all over my dick. Let me feel you.” His request was followed by a growl, and Cole could imagine what it felt like to have Sierra’s sweet pussy clenching around him.

The bed began to rock faster as Luke picked up the tempo, lifting Sierra’s leg and holding it against his hip, thrusting slow and deep while Cole continued to watch.

“Luke,” Sierra moaned. “Harder.”

Luke slammed into her.

“Faster,” she pleaded.

Luke’s hips picked up speed.

Sierra cried out, her back bowing as she succumbed to her orgasm. Cole’s dick twitched, suddenly jealous that he wasn’t part of it.

But before he could think about insinuating himself in the middle of it, there was a sound on the baby monitor, and Cole smiled to himself. Looked as though Liam was awake.

Not wanting Luke or Sierra to have to stop the fun they were having, Cole rolled out of bed, grabbed his boxers from the chair, and yanked them on, snatching his T-shirt next. Rubbing his hands over his jaw, then running his palm over his unruly hair, he slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

He found Liam awake in his crib, his eyes open, staring up at the mobile dangling above the crib. His gaze slid to Cole, making his heart swell.

“Mornin’, little man,” he greeted his son after flipping off the baby monitor. “You’re up early.”

“Me, too, Daddy!” Hannah shrieked as she ran into Liam’s bedroom.

Cole laughed as he turned around, snagging Hannah when she threw herself into his arms. Holding his almost-three-year-old daughter so she could peer into the crib with him, Cole grinned at Liam.

“Where’s Mommy and Daddy-o?” Hannah asked excitedly.

Cole chuckled. They’d convinced Hannah to call Luke Daddy-o as a joke, but it had stuck, and since it helped to determine which of them she was talking to, they hadn’t bothered to change it.

“Sleeping,” he told her. “What do you say we get Liam dressed, then get you some breakfast?”

Hannah kicked her legs, forcing Cole to shift to keep from being rendered useless for the next five minutes. Placing her on her feet, he instructed Hannah to get him a diaper for Liam, something to keep her busy.

“All right, buddy,” Cole told Liam. “It’s time to get this day started.”

7:25 a.m.

“WHAT TIME’S YOUR mom coming over tonight?” Luke asked Sierra after they’d showered and joined Cole and the kids in the kitchen.

While Cole cleaned up Hannah’s breakfast, Luke held Liam against his chest, rocking his sweet little boy as they moved around the kitchen. Liam wasn’t as small as Hannah had been at that age, but Luke wasn’t a small man, either, which, if Liam was lucky, meant he would get Luke’s height and not Sierra’s. Based on what the doctor said, the newest addition to the McCoy-Ackerley family was well on his way to being above average in height. On top of that, Liam’s eyes were losing the dark blue tint and turning green-brown like Luke’s, which secretly made him happy.

“She said she’d be here by seven,” Sierra informed him. “Is that too late?”

Luke shook his head. “I’ll need to go to Devotion earlier than that, though.”

Since it was New Year’s Eve and they had a ton of shit to get done, he needed to get down there before the doors opened and people started arriving. As for what he could do before, he didn’t know just yet, but he would feel better if he was there.

“I thought I’d ride with Sam, Logan, and Eli,” Sierra stated. “That way you and Cole can go make sure everything’s set up.”

“Works for me,” he answered. He didn’t want Sierra driving alone, but if Luke’s brother was planning to take her, he couldn’t argue that point. Luke turned to Cole. “What else needs to be done? Anything we’re still waiting on?”

“I oversaw the decorating yesterday,” Sierra noted. “And when I left yesterday afternoon, they were finishing up.”

“I’ve got a last-minute liquor order coming this afternoon,” Cole explained. “And I think Trent’s waiting on a piece of equipment. But other than that, I think we’re good.”

Luke wasn’t sure he wanted an explanation as to what Trent was up to. Trent Ramsey, one of the not-so-silent partners in Devotion, had been hell-bent on ensuring this was the New Year’s party of the century. “Should I be worried?”

“About Trent?” Cole laughed. “Always.”

“Good point.” Luke cradled Liam’s head. “But we’re definitely good for tonight?”

“We’re good,” Cole assured him.

They needed to be. Luke had a lot riding on tonight. Not only did this need to be an epic New Year’s party because that was what they were known for, but it needed to reflect the club’s potential since they were in the process of securing more capital—by way of two more silent investors—for two additional clubs. It was still hard to believe that Devotion had maxed out the allotted memberships, and still had an extensive waiting list.

Trent had been the one to propose the idea that they branch out, build another club in the Dallas area. And while they were at it, he’d suggested one in the Austin area, as well. The man never could get over the fact that Alluring Indulgence—the wildly popular resort owned by the Walker brothers—was homing in on their potential business.

Never mind the fact that Luke—as well as Travis Walker—had assured Trent that wasn’t the case. Although AI catered to fetishes with their playrooms, it still had an entirely different feel than Devotion. However, Luke understood Trent better than he ever thought he would have. In the few years they’d known one another, Trent had gone from being an overly obnoxious playboy actor to a man who had one thing on his mind—business. Well, business and a particular submissive who’d apparently caught his eye.

Speaking of.

“Do you have the guest list for tonight?” Luke asked Sierra.

“I do,” she confirmed, toggling screens on her laptop, which was sitting on the bar in front of her.

Luke moved to stand behind her, giving the list a cursory glance.

Travis, Kylie, and Gage Walker-Matthews.

Zane and Vanessa Walker.

Brendon Walker, Cheyenne Montgomery.

Grant Kingsley, Grace Lambert, Lane Miller.

“Who are these people?” Luke asked Sierra, pointing to Grant Kingsley and company.

“Apparently Grace is Cheyenne Montgomery’s cousin. Her family owns a ranch down near Austin. Brendon called and asked if we could extend them an invitation.”

Fair enough. Luke continued down the list.

Logan, Samantha, Elijah.

Tag and McKenna Murphy.

Mistress Serena plus two.

Xander and Mercedes Boone.

Trent Ramsey.

Shane Gibson.

Clarissa Tinsley.

Kaden Walker.

Keegan Walker.

“I assume Kaden and Keegan are Travis’s cousins,” Luke mentioned.

“Yep,” Sierra confirmed.

Phoenix Pierce, Mia Cantrell, Tarik Marx.

“Is that…?” Luke pointed to Phoenix’s name.

“The owner of the Austin Arrows?” Sierra nodded. “The one and only. He called me up a couple of months ago, asking about New Year’s. I offered an invitation.”

Luke nodded. Made sense.

Trace and Marissa Kogan.

Ryan Trexler and Zachariah Tavoularis.

Conner Kogan plus one.

Maximillian and Courtney Adorite.

And that was the name Luke was looking for. Max Adorite, a potential investor, though Luke was still up in the air regarding that. Considering who Max was, Luke wasn’t sure going into business with him was the right thing to do; however, he fully intended to entertain the notion by meeting with Max. He made a mental note to call Max in a couple of hours.

Leyton Matheson, Ashlynn Adorite, Jase Malone.

Luke pointed at Ashlynn’s name. “Does her brother know she’s coming?”

Sierra chuckled. “He does. She’s a big girl. She can handle her own.”

Luke didn’t doubt that, but he wondered whether or not the club could handle them. It was no secret that Max’s family had mob ties. Okay, so technically, by definition, they
were
mafia. Being that Max had personally reached out to Luke, inquiring about potential clubs in the area, Luke had given it some serious consideration. Then, after a lengthy conversation with Cole, they’d opted to see what the man was willing to offer. Hopefully, he’d find out tonight, or in the very near future.

Glancing back at the names, Luke skimmed farther down. It looked as though they had quite the list going. And based on some of the other names, those who would require complete anonymity, Luke knew that security needed to be beefed up tonight.

Which was just another thing on the long list of things to check off before the doors opened at nine o’clock.

It was definitely going to be a long day.