City planner Remy McIntosh is looking forward to spending the holidays with his lover, architect Lane Anders. For the past six months, he’s been planning the perfect getaway -- two weeks in a forest cabin at the foot of the Appalachian Mountains. Remy also has a special gift he can't wait to give Lane on Christmas Day: a wedding ring. But Remy's ex-wife changes her Christmas plans at the last minute, and asks him to take care of their eight-year-old son, Braeden. Remy loves spending time with his son, but balks at the idea of taking a child along on vacation. The main problem is that Braden has never met Lane, and doesn't know his father is gay. Lane is ready to take his relationship with Remy to the next level, and has a secret Christmas gift of his own. Having a young boy along will put a crimp in their plans, to be sure, but Lane wants to be a part of every aspect of Remy's life, and that includes Braden. How will Braden deal with meeting the "other man" in his father's life? What happens when Remy’s romantic holiday for two must also include his son?

Just the Three of Us

Lane pressed against Remy’s, pinning him in place. “Or what?” he teased.


“Or I’m going to beg,” Remy said with a sigh. He stared at Lane’s lips, the hunger in his eyes naked and bare.


Lane kept his distance, but only thus. His breath fanned Remy’s cheek; he felt it breeze back his way. His lover’s scent filled Lane’s senses, a heady rush of wildness and cold and a sensual musk all Remy’s own. He could practically feel the peach-skin fuzz on Remy’s jaw tickle his own, and when he parted his lips, he knew just how sweet Remy would taste.


But when Remy moved towards him, Lane pulled back. Just an inch, nothing more.


Remy pouted as prettily as Braden had been doing on and off all morning. “Don’t make me beg,” he whispered.


Trailing a hand up under Remy’s sweatshirt, Lane rubbed his lover’s belly. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Lane murmured.


“Kiss me,” Remy said, leaning in towards him again. But when Lane pulled away, he sighed. “Damn it! Stand still, will you?”


Chapter 32