Wild R Christmas
Every year Cole Wilder hosts a big Christmas dinner for all the employees of Wild R Farm, and every year he takes on too many responsibilities then ends up exhausted and even more cranky than usual. This year, Cole’s husband, Jonah, is determined things will be different. Not only is he having their bathroom renovated to add a little luxury to their lives, he’s got plans to whisk Cole away for a Christmas vacation. But getting Cole to agree to let their ebullient friend, Tristan, organize Christmas at the farm is easier said that done.
Tristan promises to take perfect care of the farm, but as soon as Cole and Jonah leave, chaos ensues—couples fighting, construction disasters, kitchen woes. The only thing keeping confessed Christmas-o-phile, Tristan, merry is his boyfriend, Wes. He knows exactly what Tristan needs so they can pull the whole Wild R Farm crew together for the happiest Christmas they’ve ever had.
“Wes! Come help me!” Tristan shouted.
Wes pushed himself up from the couch where he’d been doing research for his latest case. “Just a sec.”
When he stepped into the hall, he froze in disbelief. Tristan was stuck in the doorway with at least three shopping bags in each hand. “What did you do?”
Tristan looked at him like he was a simpleton. “I went shopping.”
Wes sighed as he held the door open so Tristan could push through. Then he followed his lover to the living room where Tristan dropped the bags in the middle of the floor and plopped down beside them.
“I thought you went for a run. What the hell were you doing shopping on the day after Thanksgiving?”
Tristan again stared at Wes like maybe he’d been replaced by an alien, one without much brainpower. “Buying Christmas decorations, of course.”
“Christmas decorations?” Wes did not want to consider the possibility that all those bags were full of Santas, reindeer, and glittery balls. Tristan’s balls were all Wes required this Christmas.
“Sure. I thought we could put them up this afternoon.” Wes’s horror grew as
Tristan pulled out a red and green sweater. “Look what I got for Cole.” Tristan held up the offensive garment and Wes fought the urge to shrink backward. On the front was a wolf in a Santa suit surrounded by sheep wearing elf hats. It said “A Wolf in Santa’s Clothing.”
“That is… hideous.”
Tristan laughed. “I know. Isn’t it fantastic?”
“Tris, look… I don’t—”
“Check these out.” He held up lights shaped like reindeer. “They even blink.”
Wes knew arguing with Tristan was useless but he felt compelled to make a small effort anyway. “I usually just put a wreath on the door.”
Tristan gave him an innocent look, the little bastard. “Really?”
“Oh, it’s just a few little things,” Tristan said, clearly unconcerned about Wes’s frustration.
“Tell me you don’t have an album of cats meowing Christmas songs in there.”
Tristan put his hands on his hips, which looked ridiculous with him sitting on the floor surrounded by Christmas decor. “How insulting! Do you really not know I prefer the barking dogs? I find cats too… slinky.”
Wes groaned. “You’re going to be even more impossible than usual from now until Christmas, aren’t you?”
“I’m going to be festive.”
“A tree, stockings, maybe a few other small items. That’s festive enough. I can’t live in the middle of North Pole Central.”
Tristan rolled his eyes. “Stop being such a scrooge.”
“Tristan, I will not—”
Tristan’s sly, sexy grin derailed Wes’s train of thought. “I’m sure I can change your mind.”
“You’re always so damn sure you can get your way.” And all too often he was right.
Tristan crawled across the floor, and talk about slinky, he looked more jaguar than stallion. Wes’s cock took immediate notice. Wes dropped his legs open, knowing Tristan was playing him but not caring. No matter how annoyed he was, he wasn’t going to turn his man down. Tristan settled himself between Wes’s thighs and put his hand on the fastening of his jeans. He caught Wes’s gaze, green eyes twinkling. “Christmas is the season of giving, sweetheart. Just tell me what you’d like me to give.”
“You’re offering sex in exchange for turning the house into Tacky Christmas Wonderland?”
Tristan popped Wes’s snap. “I am. Tell me what you want.”
“Tristan.” Wes tried to sound ominous but probably just sounded horny as hell.
Tristan slid his zipper down, not easy in that position considering how hard Wes was. He licked his lips and looked into Wes’s eyes. “You want to tie me up? Paddle me? Tell me what it’s gonna cost.”
Wes’s breath caught as Tristan ran a finger over his cock, which was still trapped behind his boxer briefs. “This is insane.”
“I give something, you give something. What’s insane about that?” With a mischievous smile, Tristan opened Wes’s jeans wider and pulled his cock free.