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loose this morning and this is all I thought about afterwards. Let me have my fantasy.”
    Garrett didn’t know how to be an inactive participant. “Logan, if you’re going to fuck, I’m going to enjoy it.” He chuckled.
    “Shh…”
    Garrett’s head throbbed with the undeniable sexual tempo. The cool lubricant filling his ass first thing in the morning felt better than a first sip of coffee but the cock that followed it exceeded the realms of any dream come true. Morning sex, nothing beat it.
    Reaching around his hips, Garrett swatted his ass. “I want mine too.”
    “You get a blow job. I get this ass.” His thrusts stayed quick, uneven, and desperate.
    “Damn, Sam was right. Tight ass like yours needs to fuck a lot.
    Shit! This is damn near painful, but so nice and hot.”
    Garrett’s head stayed on the pillow. He didn’t want to look up into the mirror right now. He didn’t want to see the mistletoe or the Dancing With Darcy
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    reminders of the holidays. He didn’t want Darcy to spy on them and without Sam here with them, she would. He knew she would.
    He wanted this man’s cock stroking every inch of his ass but he didn’t want to watch Darcy stand by and observe the show.
    Logan quickly came yelping out like a helpless little lamb. “Damn you, Garrett. Damn you for keeping this tight virgin ass untouched.”
    He fell into him with harder strokes before he pounded him with an unsteady attack that left Garrett tugging his cock in desperation.
    After Logan’s orgasm ripped through him, he roughly turned Garrett over on his back. He dropped his head over Garrett’s cock just in time to taste the spill of one well satisfied man. “Sweet, baby boy, you taste sweeter than sugar, stronger than spice.” He purred as he licked his lips and swatted his dick playfully against Garrett’s as he moved away from him.
    Garrett took a deep breath and weaved his fingers through his hair. “I need to get out of here tomorrow.”
    “Why?” Logan crawled over him, kissed his lips and then propped his chin on folded hands, comfortable and relaxed against Garrett’s chest.
    “Darcy and I are…” His eyes flashed around the room. He searched for her and didn’t see her anywhere.
    “She’s not coming back,” Logan said.
    “What do you know?” Garrett snapped. He jumped from the bed and grabbed his denim blues, leaving Logan alone on the mattress. He shook the pants out and then stepped right into them. Plopping back to a seated position, he plucked his boots from the floor and immediately slid them over his feet.
    The whole time, Logan studied him.
    “Go ahead. Get it off your chest,” Garrett said.
    Logan tugged the blankets over his waist and propped his back against the cushions of the makeshift bed. “Did you ever like sex with Darcy?”
    “What do you think?” he snapped.

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    “I think she pushed your relationship. I think she adored you, loved you more than she loved herself, carried an unconditional love for you but—”
    “I loved her.”
    “You may have loved her but let me ask you something, Garrett.”
    He waited. He knew it wouldn’t take Logan long to continue. It didn’t.
    “When you ate her pussy, did your dick get hard? Did you think you could come in your own hand while you had your hand, your fingers dipping into her tight little snatch?”
    “That’s none of your business.”
    “Maybe not but I know Darcy drove out here one night with tears staining her cheeks. She wanted answers. She needed to know how to cure your man fetish.”
    “Man fetish?”
    “Her words, sugar. Not mine.”
    Garrett’s eyes narrowed on him. “And?”
    “And she said she couldn’t satisfy you. She wanted to join us.”
    “She wanted to join you and Sam?”
    “Well, technically she wanted the two of you to join us.”
    “In bed?”
    “No, dork, mucking stalls. What the hell do you think?”
    A darkness washed over him, the familiar sadness he often felt when he thought of the