"Hey, Jake, how’s it
hanging?"
Jake Logan looked up from
the coffee cup he was silently contemplating to see his friend and fellow
Navy Seal team member Sam McKenzie walk into the dinning room with his own
cup of coffee.
"Slightly to the left,
Sam," he replied, "You?"
Sam laughed as he sat
down across from Jake and began drinking his coffee. "I have no idea.
According to Daniel, it’s his property now. You’ll have to ask him."
Jake chuckled, "TMI, my
friend."
"Yeah," Sam laughed
again, "probably. So, what are your plans for the day?"
"Cami has me roped in to
doing the traditional thing and going out to cut down a Christmas
tree. Want to come?"
"No, Cami has roped me
into getting a room ready for her friend, Heath. Tell me this, who died and
made Cami the Christmas queen?" Jake laughed but didn’t reply. Cami had kind
of taken over and insisted that everyone celebrate Christmas. They had all
sort of fallen into her demands because they felt so bad that her sister,
Mari was missing. She needed something to keep her mind off things.
"Heath? Isn’t he the
guy—" Jake asked after a few moments.
"Yeah, he’s the one.
Nick’s going to spit purple kittens."
"But," Jake asked,
confused, "Isn’t Heath gay?"
Sam nodded wiggling his
eyebrows suggestively. "Yep, and according to Cami he’s really gay
too."
"What exactly does
really gay mean? I’m gay, you’re gay, Daniel’s gay."
"Thank god!" Sam inserted
thinking of his lover. He grinned over at Jake, putting his hand to his lips
in mock astonishment. "Wait, you’re gay? When did that happen?"
"Funny, very funny.
Smartass!" Jake replied sarcastically. Sam knew he was gay, all of their
team members did. Jake didn’t flaunt it but he had never tried to hide it
from any of them. "How is this guy any different? Are there different levels
to being gay?"
"Well, Cami says he’s
flamboyant, whatever that means. I guess we skipped the day they taught
that in Gay 101. We’ll just have to wait and see."
Jake took another sip of
his coffee only looking up when Sam let out a low exclamation, "Oh, my god!"
"What?" he asked quickly
as he looked over to where Sam was looking and his eyes widened. "Oh, fuck
me!" he whispered to himself.
His cock twitched at the
site of the man walking in the front door. He was sex personified. He stood
maybe five foot ten and weighed about one hundred seventy five pounds and he
was absolutely stunning. He had short wavy golden blond hair that was
slightly messed giving him that I just crawled out of bed look. His
skin was a beautiful golden tan color.
Jake lowered his gaze to
the perfectly tight muscled stomach encased in a silky white shirt. He could
see the small outline of the tattoo around his bellybutton showing through
the nearly transparent material. Jake instantly knew he wanted to explore
that tattoo, preferably with his tongue.
He watched as Mr. Sexy
rubbed his abdomen absently then ran his hand down his jean-clad thighs and
he groaned, "Damn!"
The man’s jeans hung low
on his hips and fit him like a glove. Lust rushed straight to Jake’s cock,
and he had to swallow before he could speak.
"Oh, fuck me," he
whispered again.
"Yeah, just about," Sam
replied, "That man is lethal."
Jake’s eyes explored
every inch of the man’s form as he raised them slowly up his body until he
reached his face. Everything in the room seemed to fade away as he stared
into the deepest baby blue eyes he’d ever seen.
When a wide grin overtook
the man’s face showing off a dimple in each cheek Jake’s cock jumped up and
down doing a happy dance. The smile reached all the way into Mr. Sexy’s eyes
and contained a sensuous glint. He hadn’t missed Jake’s obvious examination
and approval. Yeah, he knew he was hot.
Jake tried to act
nonchalant as he reached under the table and rearranged his hardening cock.
He felt blood coursing through his veins like an awakened river as baby blue
eyes followed the movement of his hand. He knew exactly what kind of effect
he had on Jake and he was enjoying every moment of it.
Heath had spotted the big
man the second he had walked into the room. His gaze had been drawn to him
like a moth to a flame. He was perfection as far as Heath was concerned. He
looked like all the big bad boys he’d been with in the past, only hotter. A
lot hotter!
Heath nearly drooled when
the object of his desire stood up and began walking towards him. Holy fuck,
he was sexy. Every damn inch of his tall frame was muscled and firm. He
wanted to crawl right up his six-pack abs and kiss him until they both
passed out.
"Hey, Cami?" He drawled
loud enough for everyone in the room to hear him, "I just figured out what I
want for Christmas."
Cami looked to where
Heath’s attention was focused and giggled. "I told you that they grow them
nice down here," she said with a grin, "Have you been a good boy? Are you on
the naughty or nice list?"
"Oh hell, honey, right
now, with what I’m fantasizing about, I am definitely on the naughty list.
But if I promise to be really good at being really naughty do you think
Santa will still put him in my stocking?"
"I’m not sure he’d fit,
Heath," she stated eyeing Jake’s six foot four, two hundred and eight five
pound frame from head to toe. He looked just enough like his brother, Nick,
to make her squirm a bit. God, they were both so gorgeous. All of the men at
the ranch seemed to be that way. It was like an epidemic.
"Fine, put me in his
stocking then," Heath pleaded as Jake stopped right in front of him.
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