Naughty Holidays 2016

​“HEY, E!” BEAU Bennett Walker hollered as he skimmed the page on the clipboard. “Did we get that part in for Braydon’s truck yet? It was supposed to be here today.”

No response.

Beau looked up and around the shop. Hell. Ethan had been right there not two minutes ago.

“Hey!” he yelled louder. “Where’d you go?”

Still no response.

Beau tossed the clipboard on top of his toolbox and headed for the small office, where they kept the coffee. The place was locked up tight thanks to the frigid breeze that whipped through the large open metal building this time of year. The heaters installed in the ceiling were blowing warm air, but due to the sheer size of the place, they didn’t help a whole lot.

​He noticed the office door was closed and he paused momentarily. Very rarely did Ethan close the door. Usually only when he was taking an important phone call, which was extremely rare.

Beau rapped on the door lightly, then turned the knob. Hmm. Unlocked.

He pushed the door open to find…

“Holy God,” he breathed out.

There was Ethan, sitting in his leather chair, his jeans down around his knees, his dick in his hands. When their eyes met, Beau could see the heat reflected in his husband’s blue-gray eyes.

“I was wonderin’ when you’d finally get in here.”

Beau closed the door behind him. He flipped the lock for the hell of it. Every now and then, one of Ethan’s brothers would wander in, and now was not a good time.

Ethan crooked his finger, urging Beau to come closer.

His legs worked without any instruction from his brain.

Nope, Beau knew his big head was not in charge right now.

When he was close enough, Ethan reached out and took Beau’s hand, guiding it down to his cock.

“Stroke me.”

It clearly wasn’t a request, and sure as shit, that had Beau’s dick quickly throbbing behind his zipper. As he leaned over, one hand on the arm of the chair so he didn’t fall forward, the other around Ethan’s thick shaft, Beau met Ethan’s lust-riddled gaze.

“Like this?” Beau asked, his voice rough, quiet.

“Just like that.”

And then Ethan kissed him. Beau couldn’t move because he was holding himself up with one hand and jacking Ethan off with the other, so he allowed himself to be kissed, which was apparently what Ethan wanted. When Ethan’s tongue slid into his mouth, he groaned, loving the feel of Ethan’s tongue as it stroked his.

This was a surprise. Back when they’d first gotten together and then for several months after they’d gotten married, sex in the shop was a frequent thing. And now, after nearly two years of marriage, sex was still a frequent thing, but never in the shop. They’d settled into a routine. Morning sex was always welcome, whether they were still in bed, in the shower, several times in the kitchen while they were getting breakfast. Nooners occurred only on the weekends, mostly on Saturdays. Sex before and after dinner was hit or miss, depending on what Ethan insisted on making. And of course, nighttime was the most popular of all times.

But this…

Damn, Beau missed this.

Ethan bit Beau’s lower lip. “Suck me. Get on your knees and put my dick in your mouth.” Ethan followed his demand by sliding his finger over Beau’s lower lip, then pushing the tip into his mouth. Beau sucked Ethan’s finger as he lowered himself to his knees.

“God, I’ve missed your mouth,” Ethan whispered when Beau wrapped his lips around the engorged head. “So fucking much.”

Beau loved when Ethan talked like this. He loved Ethan’s commands, the way he told Beau just what he liked, conveying all the dirty things he wanted to do to him. Yeah, needless to say, their sex life hadn’t become stale.

Both of Ethan’s hands cupped Beau’s head, but he didn’t use force, simply rested them there while Beau bobbed up and down on his dick, taking him as deep as he could. Of course, that only lasted so long before Ethan took the reins, pulling Beau down onto him, thrusting deep.

“So good,” Ethan moaned. “So fucking good. I love the way you suck me. Your lips … your tongue … so fucking perfect. Oh, God, Beau.”

Beau applied more suction, doing all the things he knew Ethan enjoyed, including using his hands to cup and knead Ethan’s balls. He balanced it out, not wanting to push Ethan to the edge yet. The fact of the matter was, Beau loved this. Loved when Ethan got demanding, told him to go to his knees, then thrust his cock into Beau’s mouth. It turned him on because it turned Ethan on. And what made Ethan happy made Beau happy.

“Fuck, baby,” Ethan hissed. “Do that again.”

Beau curled his tongue around the head of Ethan’s cock.

“I fucking love your mouth on me, Beau. Fucking love it.”

That was evident.

“You think I should come in your mouth?”

Beau nodded.

“Or you think I should bend you over this desk and fuck your tight ass?”

His ass clenched in anticipation and he let out an appreciative groan. He knew Ethan wasn’t really leaving it up to him. He’d already made a decision. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have asked.

​Another thing Beau loved about the man.