Because Naughty Holidays Can Be Oh So Nice 2015 (16 page)

“Well, when I get there, I’ll give you a few ideas I’ve been tossing around,” Sierra teased.

“Looking forward to it.”

“I’ve gotta go round up Hannah. Sounds like Ashleigh’s got her hands full. See you tonight.”

“Love you,” he told her.

“Love you right back.”

With that, Luke hung up the phone and stared out the window once more. Time to get back to business.

12:10 p.m.

“ARE THEY BOUNCING off the walls yet?” Sierra asked Ashleigh when she rejoined them in Ashleigh’s living room.

“Almost,” Ashleigh said with a smile. “How’s Luke?”

Sierra grimaced. “He actually sounded … calm.”

Ashleigh chuckled. “I like how that confuses you.”

“I know, right? I should be happy.” She
was
happy, but still, she couldn’t deny that she was a little thrown off to hear Luke so at ease. By now, she expected him to be ranting at anyone and everyone who would listen. Perhaps he didn’t have anyone to order around if the club was empty. She hadn’t bothered asking if anyone else was there. She doubted they were. Most of their friends were married at this point, so spending New Year’s Eve day at the club—when nothing was going on—probably wasn’t on their agenda.

Only Luke. And Cole.

And maybe Trent.

“Who wants a snack?” Ashleigh asked the girls.

“Me! Me!” Hannah and Riley sang.

“So what are your plans for tonight?” Sierra asked Ashleigh when they followed Hannah and Riley into the kitchen.

“We’re gonna hang out right here. I invited my brother over for dinner, so I figured we’d eat, put Riley to bed, maybe watch the ball drop on television.”

Sierra knew that Ashleigh’s brother, Dylan, was a recovering alcoholic. For as long as she’d known him, the man had drowned his sorrows in liquor, but from what Ashleigh had told her, he’d recently come to realize that the bottom had dropped out of his world completely and it was time for some action. As for what that meant for Dylan’s future, Sierra didn’t know, but she was glad to hear he was focusing on himself.

“That sounds like heaven,” Sierra told her friend. Although she loved going to the club—more so now that she didn’t go that often—she still looked forward to those nights spent at home.

“I’m sure it will be. That is, if I can keep Alex and Dylan in line. They tend to get a little competitive when they’re around one another.”

“What’s Xavier doing tonight?” Sierra asked, referring to Ashleigh’s grandfather, who just so happened to be Sierra’s stepfather. Sierra smiled at that. It wasn’t easy to think of him as her stepfather, although she loved the man to pieces. Xavier had married Sierra’s mother six months ago, not bothering to tell anyone other than Sierra, Ashleigh, and Dylan before he did. They’d wanted something simple and easy for their nuptials, so they’d all obliged them. But not without throwing them a lavish wedding reception afterward, which had come as a total surprise to them both.

“He’ll be at home. You know him. Pops insists that he’s too old to party on New Year’s.”

At eighty-three, Sierra understood why.

“I would take the kids to
their
house,” Sierra told Ashleigh with a wink, “but I think they’d drive him up the wall.”

“Probably,” Ashleigh agreed, doling out sliced bananas and milk to the girls.

Liam’s abrupt wail called a halt to their conversation.

“He hungry?” Ashleigh asked.

“Yep. It’s lunchtime for him. Mind if I…?” Sierra pointed toward the living room.

“Not at all.”

1:37 p.m.

SIERRA WAS EXHAUSTED by the time she got Hannah and Liam back to the house. As soon as they stepped in the door, she put Liam down in his crib, hoping he would stay asleep for at least another hour. Hannah wasn’t quite as easy. Being fiercely independent, she didn’t do naps anymore, but they had started allowing her to watch television for an hour in the afternoon, to help her to calm down some.

“What do you wanna watch?” Sierra asked her daughter.

“
Paw Patrol
!” Hannah squealed.

Sierra put her finger over her lips in the universal sign for quiet. Hannah grinned sheepishly, then grabbed her hand and pulled her. Sierra followed her to the living room, then turned on
Paw Patrol
, which would keep Hannah occupied for at least half an hour.

More than enough time for Sierra to relax.

She was tired, but no more than any other mom on the planet. Probably less than some even. But she still needed a few minutes to regroup.

And she intended to do that right now. With a little nap.

Chapter Three

2:03 p.m.

COLE COULD HEAR the yelling from downstairs, and he knew exactly where it was coming from. Only he didn’t know who the hell Luke was yelling at, but he fully intended to find out. They had roughly six hours until people started arriving at the club; there was no way Luke could go off the deep end already.

With a sigh, Cole pushed open Luke’s office door, coming to a halt when Luke slammed down the phone, his hazel eyes slamming into Cole’s face.

“What do you want?” Luke barked.

Cole studied his husband momentarily. “Figured I’d come see whose life needed saving.”

Luke spun around and faced the window, huffing as he did.

“What’s the problem?” Cole asked, closing the office door behind him and locking it for good measure.

No one else was at the club, but Cole knew better than to invite trouble. The last thing he wanted was for some unsuspecting person to walk in and witness what would be coming next.

“Nothing for you to worry about.”

Cole shook his head in disbelief, but Luke couldn’t see him. He wanted to smile, but he managed to keep that to himself. For the past … probably a year … Luke had been having tantrums very similar to this one. He would fly off the handle, only Cole never knew who was at the receiving end of his tirade. Which made Cole believe that there wasn’t anyone at the other end.

And yes, he was on to Luke’s game. Not that he minded, because the outcome was always worth his while.

Always.

“Sit,” Cole ordered.

Luke pivoted around to face him, his eyes hard.

“You heard me,” Cole snapped. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

As was usually the case when there wasn’t a legitimate fire needing to be put out, Luke slowly lowered himself into the desk chair. Had there been a real issue, Luke would’ve continued his tirade.

Didn’t look as though there was a real problem, other than Luke needed someone to give him a little attention. Generally, Cole would be the one to come and soothe Luke’s frayed nerves, going to his knees before this impossible man, sucking his cock just to get his mind off his troubles because it was something they both enjoyed immensely.

Not today.

Today, Cole had something else in mind.

As he moved closer, Cole worked his belt free, then undid the button of his jeans, but he stopped working his clothes free as soon as his feet stopped, coming to stand directly in front of Luke.

“Who was on the phone?” Cole questioned.

Luke frowned. “It’s nothing.”

Cole wondered how much truth there was to that statement. However, he had no intention of calling Luke to the carpet. If he wanted to continue these games, so be it.

Moving around behind Luke, Cole placed his hands on Luke’s tense shoulders. Faking it or not, the man’s muscles were knotted. He began kneading until Luke relaxed, exhaling deeply as he sank back into his chair.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Cole told him, smiling to himself.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’ve got the perfect way for you to take your mind off your troubles.”

“Is that right?” Luke didn’t sound convinced.

Pulling his hands from Luke’s shoulders, Cole worked his jeans open all the way, took his cock in his hand, and then moved back around to stand in front of Luke.

His husband’s eyes widened slightly when his gaze settled on Cole’s rock-hard dick.

“Suck me,” Cole instructed, keeping his tone firm.

“Isn’t that typically my line?” Luke’s eyes lifted to meet Cole’s.

“Not today it’s not.” Cole nodded downward. “Take my dick in your mouth, Luke.”

The way Luke’s eyes flashed with heat told Cole that he’d been right. The man was expecting this. And Cole was more than willing to deliver.

When Luke began to reach for Cole’s cock, he tsked. “No hands,” Cole told him. “Only your mouth.”

Luke peered up at him again, his mouth opening slightly.

Cole brushed the head of his cock against those smooth, firm lips, inhaling sharply as he did. “Just like that. Now close your lips around me.”

Luke’s mouth encircled him, his tongue easing over the engorged head, and a shiver raced down Cole’s spine. The man really did have a wicked fucking mouth.

It was true, Luke McCoy enjoyed being in control, but Cole knew that there were times when he wanted that control stripped away from him. And yes, Cole was the perfect person for the job.

“Suck me,” Cole demanded, keeping his voice low. “Suck me like you mean it.”

Luke released Cole’s dick from his mouth. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Cole smiled. “Baby, I always wish to see my dick tunneling in and out of your mouth. Your threats mean little to me. Now suck me.”

Luke took him in his mouth once again, working him the way only Luke knew how, and Cole’s eyes threatened to roll back in his head. He managed to maintain his control, sliding one hand into Luke’s hair, holding his head in place, then cupping Luke’s jaw with his other hand.

“That’s it,” Cole murmured. “Let me fuck your mouth. The same way I’m gonna fuck your ass when I bend you over your desk.”

A couple of years ago, those words would’ve never come out of Cole’s mouth. But now … watching Luke’s eyes glaze over, Cole knew that was exactly what Luke had been hoping for.

But not yet. He wanted to feel the warm suction of Luke’s mouth for as long as he could.

And when he could take no more, he would do exactly as he’d promised.

2:19 p.m.

LUKE HONESTLY NEVER thought he would be where he was now. It’d taken him so long to finally realize—or accept, as was probably the better way to look at it—that he would appreciate being on the receiving end of someone else’s commands. In fact, it wasn’t until Sierra and Cole had come into his life that he’d realized there was something he’d been missing all along.

Granted, the only person he took commands from—when it came to sex, anyway—was Cole. And he intended for it to stay that way.

Ever since that first time… Damn. The memory of that day made his dick throb against his zipper, his need ratcheting up another notch. Thinking about what Cole had done to him, how he’d made him feel… It had been better than he could’ve anticipated.

He remembered it as though it were yesterday.

“I want to feel you,” Luke bit out. “I don’t need the damn toy, I fucking need you. Right now.”

“I want you inside me,” Sierra whispered close to his ear as she ran her hands up over his shoulders, then into his hair. “I want to feel you when Cole takes you.”

There wasn’t even a second of hesitation before he shifted, ramming his cock inside of her, heavenly warmth enveloping him.

“Cole. Please. Now,” Sierra murmured.

At least they were on the same page.

Seconds felt like hours as Cole slowly—so fucking slowly—worked his cock into Luke’s body.

“I need this. I need you,” Cole whispered.

Sierra’s hands came up to slide down Cole’s cheek as he leaned forward, his chest resting against Luke’s back.

The pleasure was intense. So intense Luke wasn’t sure he would survive it.

Planting his hands on top of Cole’s, which were flat on the mattress, Luke twined their fingers together and turned his head to look at the man he loved.

“I love you,” Luke whispered. “I need you.”

Cole began rocking his hips, driving deep and retreating slowly. The pleasure was intensifying, but he needed more. So much more.

“Cole,” Luke groaned. “Make me come. Please make me come.”

“Come for me,” Cole ground out. “I need you to come for me, baby.”

And that was exactly what Luke did.

And now, here they were, Cole once again taking the reins. Luke needed to feel him, needed Cole to be lodged to the hilt in his ass, robbing him of his senses and leaving him blinded by the pleasure.

“So fucking good,” Cole ground out, reverently sliding his palm over Luke’s cheek as he pulled his cock from Luke’s mouth, continuing to stare down at him with so much love in his eyes it made Luke’s heart constrict. “Stand up.”

Luke got to his feet without argument.

Cole proceeded to remove Luke’s belt, unbutton his slacks, then force them down his thighs.

“Turn around.”

Luke did as instructed, unable to argue, even if he’d wanted to.

The sound of a drawer opening made him smile.

“Put your hands on the desk.”

Bending over, Luke planted his palms flat on the desk and widened his stance as much as he could with his slacks around his legs.

Cool lubricant slid down over his asshole, and the next thing he knew, the head of Cole’s cock had breached him, sucking the air from his lungs. The foreplay was obviously done, and Luke was fine with that. He ached for Cole, needed him more than he needed anything else at the moment.

Luke clenched his teeth as Cole pushed into him, forcing the thick head past the tight ring of muscle. He forced himself to relax, taking a deep breath as he kept his hands planted firmly on the desk.

“So tight,” Cole muttered. “So fucking tight. You know how good it feels to be inside you?”

Luke had an idea because he had the same thoughts when he was buried inside Cole. But this… This was a pleasure he’d come to crave, to need as much as he needed to claim Cole himself.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Cole told him.

Luke didn’t say a word. Dropping his head, he began pushing back against the intrusion, his cock desperate for attention, but he knew better than to touch himself.

Cole’s fingers bit into his hips, and Luke closed his eyes, relishing the fullness, the erotic grind of Cole buried inside him, his thick cock brushing his prostate and making his dick swell.

Cole was the only man Luke had bottomed for, the only man he would ever bottom for. He loved him, and the feeling of him deep inside his body was a connection that he’d long ago accepted that they both needed.

Closing his eyes, he groaned as Cole pushed inside, withdrew, then slid in again. Over and over, Cole fucked him so perfectly, giving him exactly what they both needed until Luke knew he was going to come. There was nothing he could do to stop that.

“Harder,” Luke growled. He needed more, needed everything Cole was willing to give him.

Cole slammed into him, pulling out, then slamming home again. His pace quickened, his thrusts more urgent as he pounded into him. The sound of flesh against flesh echoed in the office, mingling with their deep breaths and the involuntary groans of pleasure.

“Fuck, Luke,” Cole whispered harshly. “I’m gonna come in your ass, baby.”

Luke’s cock jerked.

Cole slammed into him several more times before his hips stilled, his dick pulsing in Luke’s ass. But it wasn’t over, because Cole reached around him, gripping Luke’s dick firmly and jacking him off until Luke was biting back a strangled cry, his release barreling into him.

“Aww, fuck … Cole…” Luke groaned, dropping his head as he bucked his hips, driving himself into Cole’s hand. “Oh, fuck.”

“Let go,” Cole commanded.

Luke came hard and fast, a smile forming on his lips.