Blurb: Twin Cities developer Dale Davidson has come to Logan, Minnesota, to turn it into Christmas Town, not to give in to Arthur Anderson’s offer to join him and his fiancé, Gabriel Higgins, for a Christmas Eve threesome. Dale is polyamorous, but it’s clear Arthur is offering a night of fun and nothing more. Maybe one night with the couple he admires so much won’t hurt…
Together the three of them light a fire hot enough to boil Lake Superior in January, and one night of fun becomes an extended engagement as Dale puts down some tentative roots in his new hometown. Everyone loves Dale, Logan’s own Santa Claus, and somehow no one knows what wild times are happening right underneath their noses. No one knows, either, the complicated ways they’re falling in love with one another.
But a shadow from Dale’s past emerges, an abuser threatening him with violence and shame. Ronny doesn’t want a happy ever after for Dale, only to draw him back into a consuming darkness. It will take the love of not only Gabriel and Arthur but all of Logan to convince their Santa he has nothing to be ashamed of—and that he will always have a home in their hearts.
Setting the scene: Gabriel (Librarian) is giving his fiance, Arthur (wood carver) a piece of his mind for being obvious about a threesome they will be having. In all actuality, Gab is really upset because he’s attracted to Dale (the newcomer) for more than just a fling and is unsure how to handle it.
Arthur put a finger to his lips. “Hush, baby, keep your voice down. We’re on Main Street. People might hear.”
It was ten at night, they were almost to the shop, and literally no one was within fifty feet of them. “I’m going to strangle you.”
Arthur unlocked the shop, pulled Gabriel inside, then shoved Gabriel hard against the door, seeking Gabriel with his mouth. “You’re not gonna strangle me.” He nuzzled Gabriel’s neck, nipped at his collarbone. “You’re gonna beg and scream while I strip you naked and fuck you over my desk.”
Gabriel shivered at the rough words. It sounded perfect. But he wasn’t giving in. “No. I’m angry with you.”
“Too bad.” Arthur hoisted Gabriel over his shoulder.
Gabriel shouted and pounded on Arthur’s back, ordering Arthur to release him this instant, but when Arthur set him down in his office, locked the door, and came at him with a dark hunger in his gaze, Gabriel forgot he was resisting on principle and simply melted into his fiancé’s arms, yelping as he dug his fingers into Arthur’s hair, gripping it tight.
Gabriel gasped as Arthur undid his coat and pushed up his sweater to access the bare skin of his chest, trying one last time to argue. “He could have been offended. You were too bold.”
“He’s been eye-fucking you ever since he came to town, and if I so much as rub my thumb across my lip, he quakes like he wants to get on his knees for me. You admitted last night how much you were attracted to him. So stop complaining and show me how grateful you are that you’re marrying a man who’ll give you such a yummy Christmas present.”
Arthur ran his tongue in slow, wicked circles around Gabriel’s quivering navel, making it difficult for Gabriel to form a coherent counterargument. Or remember his own name. “It doesn’t mean we have to actually do anything with…” He bit his lip and tipped his head back, parting his legs as Arthur fumbled with the fastenings of his jeans. “We don’t… I…”
“He wants to fuck you, baby.” Arthur whispered this along Gabriel’s skin as he freed his cock from his briefs. “Lucky you, though. He wants to romance you first. The chestnut shit wasn’t for me. It was to show you how smart he is. He wants to fuck your mind.” Arthur thrust the tip of his tongue into Gabriel’s belly button, making it go concave. “And then he wants to fuck your ass, slow and sweet, while he kisses your neck and you gasp
against the sheets. While I watch. Or help.”
Gabriel melted, joints failing as he imagined Dale doing what Arthur described. “Oh, God.”
Arthur caught him, kissing his way down to Gabriel’s waistband and pushing it aside. “But you’re going to be up on your knees while he fucks you, because I’m going to be under your hips on the mattress, doing this.”
Gabriel cried out as Arthur sucked him deep into his throat. He yanked on Arthur’s hair, begging, almost sobbing, trying to thrust but finding his hips were pinned to the wall by Arthur’s hand. Arthur’s other hand fondled Gabriel’s balls, tugging gently, distracting Gabriel as Arthur traced along his taint. Teased his hole, but didn’t enter.
Pleasure raced through Gabriel, but Arthur was playing him like an instrument, winding him up but holding him back, keeping him from release. Gabriel knew what he was after. Knew what Arthur taunted him with. He wanted him to think about Dale fucking him, wanted him to be crazy with it, so crazy he wasn’t nervous about whether or not it was okay. To stop worrying about whether or not it was cheating. To let go, to give into pleasure—with Arthur. […] Gabriel stroked his face. “I’m nervous. What if it changes things between us?”
Arthur kissed his fingers. “How would it change things? Tell me what you’re afraid of.”
“I don’t know. That’s the problem.”
“Are you afraid of what I’ll think of you if we do this? Because I promise you, it’s not going to be an issue. You can spend the whole night fixated on him, let him fuck you six different ways, and I’ll have nothing but a good time. Because it’ll still be you and me together in the morning.”
Gabriel wasn’t worried about this exactly, though it felt as if this was near the edge of his fear. “What about Dale?”
“If he wants to stay for breakfast, he’s welcome.” When Gabriel glared at him, Arthur held up a hand, no longer teasing. “Sweetheart, he wouldn’t have accepted the invitation if he didn’t know the rules.”
There. Maybe that was what was bothering Gabriel. “I don’t think I know the rules.”
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