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that if you keep it up.”
Luke’s eyes shot up, locking onto Malcolm’s. He could see a high level of tension in those light grey eyes. He needed to lighten the mood before Malcolm actually maimed one of his sons.
“I can hang with the best of them,” Luke admitted to Chauncey. “Do you know anything about wood elves?”
Chauncey grinned as he nodded. “That’s a no-brainer. They live in the woods.”
Luke chuckled as he shook his head. He was going to like Chauncey. He could just tell.
“Boy Wonder over there thinks he’s the smartest man alive,” Chance said as he chuckled.
“I am,” Chauncey defended with feigned indignity. “Smarter and prettier than you.”
“We’re twins, dumbass.”
“Chance!” Malcolm bellowed. “Watch your language around the cub.”
“Sorry, Pa.”
Luke was getting aggravated. It seemed Malcolm had a stick up his rear and for no apparent reason. His sons were just trying to get to know Luke. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with his mate, but he was getting tired of the snapping. Malcolm was acting the part of an angry bear, and Luke was just about to kick him in his ass if he didn’t lighten up.
“So, Pa claimed you, huh?” Chauncey teased.
“Boy, I will slap your ass out of that chair if you utter one more word about my sex life.”
Chance quickly pointed to Cole. “Language, Pa.”
Malcolm looked vexed as he glared at Chance.
“Yeah, and damn if he doesn’t know how to make the windows rattle,” Luke said innocently, trying his best to hide his smile. When Chauncey’s laughter filled the room, his big hand slamming down onto the table as he roared, Luke began to laugh and couldn’t stop.
Soon the entire room was laughing. Luke glanced over at Malcolm to see a smile tugging at his lips. He reached over and grabbed Malcolm’s hand, giving it a light squeeze as he winked at him. “They’re your sons. They don’t care that I’m a man, only that you’re happy,” he whispered.
* * * *
Malcolm wasn’t sure why he was being so uptight. He was on the defense and was biting everyone’s heads off and that wasn’t like him. He was normally an easygoing guy, laid-back.
He was gay, big deal. So were his sons. But Malcolm knew it was easier to accept other people for who they were than your own self. Nobody liked the spotlight on them when their secrets came running out of the closet.
And boy, was he out of the closet now.
Luke stood and leaned over, smashing his lips against Malcolm’s as he chuckled.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Chauncey whooped. “Tear that face up, grrr .”
Malcolm grinned as he cupped Luke’s face and explored his mouth, right there at the kitchen table. Even Cole had his small fists in the air, mashed potatoes squeezing through his tiny fingers as he grinned at them.
The tension drained from Malcolm as Luke broke the kiss, his eyes turning a darker brown as he licked his lips.
Great, now he was sitting at the table with a hard-on.
Luke took a seat as everyone began to talk, the tension gone and his family having a good time. Malcolm looked at Luke and knew he couldn’t live a day without him. The man was beautiful all the way through. He had taken Malcolm to task in the gentlest of ways and eased away his worries with just one kiss.
He had never met anyone like Luke, and he knew he never would. His mate was one of a kind—in his eyes at least. His heart swelled and his body ached every time he glanced Luke’s way.
There was no way he could ever allow Luke to walk away, not when he had woven himself around Malcolm’s heart in such a short period of time.
Malcolm stood, grabbing Luke’s hand as he walked away from the table. “Chance, you have Cole.”
“You got it, Pa.”
Malcolm led his mate into the living room where a roaring fire was burning in the fireplace. He led Luke over to the hearth and then sat down on the rug, pulling his mate onto his lap. Luke came willingly, a sparkle of
Luke’s eyes shot up, locking onto Malcolm’s. He could see a high level of tension in those light grey eyes. He needed to lighten the mood before Malcolm actually maimed one of his sons.
“I can hang with the best of them,” Luke admitted to Chauncey. “Do you know anything about wood elves?”
Chauncey grinned as he nodded. “That’s a no-brainer. They live in the woods.”
Luke chuckled as he shook his head. He was going to like Chauncey. He could just tell.
“Boy Wonder over there thinks he’s the smartest man alive,” Chance said as he chuckled.
“I am,” Chauncey defended with feigned indignity. “Smarter and prettier than you.”
“We’re twins, dumbass.”
“Chance!” Malcolm bellowed. “Watch your language around the cub.”
“Sorry, Pa.”
Luke was getting aggravated. It seemed Malcolm had a stick up his rear and for no apparent reason. His sons were just trying to get to know Luke. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with his mate, but he was getting tired of the snapping. Malcolm was acting the part of an angry bear, and Luke was just about to kick him in his ass if he didn’t lighten up.
“So, Pa claimed you, huh?” Chauncey teased.
“Boy, I will slap your ass out of that chair if you utter one more word about my sex life.”
Chance quickly pointed to Cole. “Language, Pa.”
Malcolm looked vexed as he glared at Chance.
“Yeah, and damn if he doesn’t know how to make the windows rattle,” Luke said innocently, trying his best to hide his smile. When Chauncey’s laughter filled the room, his big hand slamming down onto the table as he roared, Luke began to laugh and couldn’t stop.
Soon the entire room was laughing. Luke glanced over at Malcolm to see a smile tugging at his lips. He reached over and grabbed Malcolm’s hand, giving it a light squeeze as he winked at him. “They’re your sons. They don’t care that I’m a man, only that you’re happy,” he whispered.
* * * *
Malcolm wasn’t sure why he was being so uptight. He was on the defense and was biting everyone’s heads off and that wasn’t like him. He was normally an easygoing guy, laid-back.
He was gay, big deal. So were his sons. But Malcolm knew it was easier to accept other people for who they were than your own self. Nobody liked the spotlight on them when their secrets came running out of the closet.
And boy, was he out of the closet now.
Luke stood and leaned over, smashing his lips against Malcolm’s as he chuckled.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Chauncey whooped. “Tear that face up, grrr .”
Malcolm grinned as he cupped Luke’s face and explored his mouth, right there at the kitchen table. Even Cole had his small fists in the air, mashed potatoes squeezing through his tiny fingers as he grinned at them.
The tension drained from Malcolm as Luke broke the kiss, his eyes turning a darker brown as he licked his lips.
Great, now he was sitting at the table with a hard-on.
Luke took a seat as everyone began to talk, the tension gone and his family having a good time. Malcolm looked at Luke and knew he couldn’t live a day without him. The man was beautiful all the way through. He had taken Malcolm to task in the gentlest of ways and eased away his worries with just one kiss.
He had never met anyone like Luke, and he knew he never would. His mate was one of a kind—in his eyes at least. His heart swelled and his body ached every time he glanced Luke’s way.
There was no way he could ever allow Luke to walk away, not when he had woven himself around Malcolm’s heart in such a short period of time.
Malcolm stood, grabbing Luke’s hand as he walked away from the table. “Chance, you have Cole.”
“You got it, Pa.”
Malcolm led his mate into the living room where a roaring fire was burning in the fireplace. He led Luke over to the hearth and then sat down on the rug, pulling his mate onto his lap. Luke came willingly, a sparkle of
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