Free ChristmasisComing by Shelley Munro Page B

point of comfort. Normally, Liam wouldn’t have worried.
They’d challenged each other since childhood, but this was sexual in character.
The possible consequences scared the shit out of him.
    “Don’t listen to him,” Gaby said. “This
time I want you to describe the sensations you feel when I apply the lube. If
my touch becomes painful or uncomfortable, let me know.” As she spoke, she laid
her hands on him. Icy tingles shot from the point of contact, so cold his
breath caught. Liam lifted up on his elbows and watched the mesmerizing stroke
of Gaby’s hand. Up and down. Up and down.
    Gradually the cold tingles transformed.
“The lube started off cold. So icy-cold it was a shock. It was like the jolt of
a snowball down my back.”
    “And now?” Fletch asked.
    Liam stilled, his attention shooting to
Fletch. He forced himself not to look away. A flash of heat filled Fletch’s
eyes and he didn’t even try to hide it. Fuck me . This weird shit between
them wasn’t his imagination.
    “Liam?” Gaby’s determined voice broke the
spell between the two men. “How does that feel?”
    Liam swallowed, heat suffusing his cheeks
when Fletch winked at him. “Your hand has heated the lube. The tingling is
sharper. It hasn’t faded even with the heat of your hand. I’m not sure if it’s
the lube or you, but I’m not gonna be able to hold back much longer.”
    “Does it hurt?” Fletch whispered next to
his ear.
    The puff of warm air zapped straight to his
shaft. Aw, hell.
    “Fletch, I want this to work on nipples
too. Liam, is it okay if Fletch applies some to your nipples. You’re not gonna
get funny about him touching you?”
    Hell, no matter what he said he was
screwed. Either he disappointed Gaby or he let Fletch touch him and add layers
of experiences, memories to an imagination that didn’t need help thank you very
much.
    “Liam, you gonna let me touch you?” The
siren whisper next to his ear sent another jolt straight to his cock.
    “Bastard,” Liam muttered.
    “Say the words, Liam. I want your
permission.”
    Gaby applied more lube and swished her hand
up and down his shaft. The initial chill pulled him back from the wall, giving
him a semblance of control.
    “Go ahead,” he said, tension killing some
of his eagerness.
    “Comments?” Gaby demanded.
    She was kinda cute in her bossy inventor
role. “When you added more lube, the chill helped me step back a bit. I don’t
feel as if I’m gonna come any second now.”
    Gaby released his cock for an instant to
jot a note. The absence of heat from her hand caused another different
sensation—a prickling awareness. Anticipation of good things to come.
    “I’m going to use my mouth on you soon to
test the taste of the lube and I want you to describe how my touch feels.
Fletch, you go first. Spread a little lube with your fingers. Give Liam a
chance to catalogue the sensations and describe them to me. Then I want you to
use your mouth.” She must have caught the trace of panic in his expression
because she paused. “You are okay with Fletch touching you? Do you want me to
do it?”
    “You worried people are gonna think you’re
gay?” Fletch drawled.
    “Don’t be stupid! No one thinks you’re
gay,” Gaby said. “Women have been chasing you since you turned sixteen.”
    “Rachel Scott watches you every time you’re
in the same room,” Fletch added with a faint smirk.
    “You could do worse,” Gaby agreed. “Helping
me test my inventions won’t get in the way of your relationship, will it?”
    “I’m not interested in Rachel.” To his
intense shame, he’d drunk a little much one night two weeks ago and succumbed.
They’d slept together and he’d spent the whole night imagining he was fucking
Gaby. He’d been ducking Rachel ever since, embarrassed by his behavior. Not his
finest moment. Probably time to man up and talk to Rachel, let her down gently.
    “Does she know that?”
    Liam glared at Fletch. “I’ve been