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Chapter 1
    “I told you once already. I don’t do cock.” Garrett choked out the words as his gaze narrowed on the mushroom head pressing closer to his lips.
    “You may not do cock in general but you will suck, and swallow, when the one in question is mine.” Sam fisted his shaft and brought it to Garrett’s chin again. This time, he moved closer. “Open.”
    Logan entered the bedroom. “Go easy on him.”
    “Easy hell. I can’t wait for him to open up his pretty little mouth because once he shows me how fast his sweet tongue can move, I plan on sinking inside one tight virgin ass. Then, I’ll make him a real man.” Sam’s hard voice held too much sex appeal. He continued to wait. Pre-cum glistened along the tip of his dick.
    “Tell me something, Garrett, have you ever had a man fuck your ass long and hard until you screamed for more? Has anyone shown you what it’s like to feel alive with a lust so intense you’re begging for relief?” Sam’s eyes twinkled with desire.
    Garrett’s eyes watered. He glanced around the room, searching for her. “Darcy wouldn’t have wanted us to...” The knot in his chest threatened to suffocate him if he took Sam’s offer and dipped his head. Oh, but he wanted to try it. Just once, he wanted to sink his teeth into the idea and allow his cheeks to swell with a hard man’s 6
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    intentions. He wanted to play games with Sam and Logan, dangerous ones, and they wouldn’t let it ride. They were not the kind of men who appreciated a tease.
    “Darcy, hell. Darcy is dead, Garrett.” Sam stepped away from him, placed a hand on his shoulder and stared into his eyes. “She’s been dead for years. You’ve watched her ghost, chased it almost and for what? To let her drag you into the after-life? Where’s the fairness in it?” As Sam spoke, his left hand remained on Garrett’s body while his right threaded his stiff member. He barely noticed and if he did, it didn’t matter. He pumped his hard cock with a firm grip and carried on a simple conversation.
    “You’re not content because it’s not enough. I know you, Garrett, you’re anything but a happy man.” A smile spread over his heart shaped mouth and he chuckled, “But I’m going to show you how to enjoy life again. You’ll know what it’s like to inhale the best part of me and find yourself intoxicated with the happiness I bring. You’ll whistle ‘Dixie’ and sing ‘ Santa Claus is Coming to Town’ . For the record, you can call me Santa.”
    Garrett’s mouth watered and he felt the laughter hanging in his chest, and almost forming in his lungs. Oh how he wanted to taste a bit of Sam’s confidence, drink him in and sip him like the world’s finest whiskey. He stared at Sam’s hard dick, waited and wondered.
    Sam’s hand moved to the back of Garrett’s neck and he almost parted his lips until he heard Logan’s voice again.
    “Enough talk about Darcy.” Logan walked over to the two men waiting on the bed. “I mean it, enough.”
    “But it’s not enough, is it, baby?” Sam pressed the engorged tip against Garrett’s lower lip, slowly he rubbed the texture of it back and forth, withdrawing away from him, making him want it, crave it. He damn well understood how to work his prey and right now, Garrett fell deep into the category. He wanted to fall victim to Sam’s forward pursuits. He didn’t come home to run away from this moment.

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    The weight of Garrett’s cock reminded him of the sleepless nights, the ache, and the ongoing need. Garrett shook his head. He wanted to scream. He didn’t find fulfillment in his own hand, in the memory of a woman he loved more as a friend than as a lover. No, he didn’t know the power of wicked laughter, or the potency of sinful carnal pleasures. Sometimes he wondered if he’d ever know the kind of love unleashed through unadulterated, passionate sex.
    Logan shot Sam a warning glare. His blond hair cascading over his back, Logan