Free Season's Greetings by Lee Brazil Page A

around him, to tip his lover over the edge with his possession. JT rocked impatiently, whimpering incoherent pleas for satisfaction.
    Grant brought the tip of his cock to bear against JT’s opening, felt his lover freeze in anticipation. Their skin was damp with sweat and mineral water and they slid together easily. “Don’t want to hurt you, JT,” Grant whispered.
    “Won’t hurt. I’m ready, been ready since we got here. Used the plug you gave me for my birthday.”
    Grant pressed forward a fraction, finding that JT was indeed slick and loose, he surged forward slowly, halting his inward progress when his balls smacked heavily against the smooth skin of JT’s ass. JT grunted in approval. They rocked together, slowly at first, then faster and more urgently as the friction increased sensation. When his release hovered, and JT gasped for breath, tense and shuddering beneath him, Grant swooped down and sank his teeth into the tender flesh of JT’s neck.
    “Ahh. Yes!” JT cried out. His lover jerked and cum slicked their bellies in a warm flood. His channel clenched as his body, shivering and pulsing in release, sent Grant into orgasm as well.
    Sensation pooled and then swept out in waves as the tension released. With trembling arms, Grant held himself up long enough to press a tender kiss to his mark on JT’s neck again. Withdrawing, he slipped to the side, wiping at his lover’s belly with a swatch of one of the bathrobes.
    JT rolled into his side with a contented sigh, eyes warm and cheeks glowing. “Are you going to get to the part where you answer my proposal any time soon?”
    “Well,” Grant eyed that mark again, stroked it with his finger. “You’re already wearing my ring.”
    Chuckling, JT fingered the bite mark, shivering a little. “That’s one way of putting it.”
    “I love you, you know.”
     
    THE END
     

 
    About the Author
    Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it’s nevertheless one hundred percent true.
    Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.
    Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don’t belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don’t fit?
    Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.
    I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It’s why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it’s why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.
    If I’d had my way, I’d have been a fencer…or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I’ve come to realize that’s the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.
    If I hadn’t learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.
     
     

Other Books by Lee Brazil
     
    The Librarian
    A rash vow of celibacy puts Valentine Michaels in the path of seduction.
     
    Val is at a crossroads in his life. A college dropout, he’s gone as far as he can in his career as a cosmetologist, owning his own style salon. He no longer finds satisfaction in it, though he’s put years into proving to his bigoted parents that a college degree and the veneer of straightness aren’t the only roads to success. They’d turned their backs on him, and he proved he didn’t need them to make it.
     
    His love life is no better than his working life. His relationships always start with a bang and fizzle into boredom, or worse, anger.
     
    Adrian Grey has his own agenda for helping Val: he’s been in love with Val since they