The Christmas Soldier
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by Diana Bold
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Historical Fiction
Description: The war is over, but things between Heath and Morgan keep getting hotter. Morgan has Heath bound for his pleasure and proceeds to show the former soldier how very blue a blue Christmas can be.
eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: April 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [26 KB]
Reading time: 12-17 min.
Morgan shoved his hands deeper in his pockets, shivering against the icy chill in the air. The last thing he wanted to do on Christmas Eve was journey two miles in the freezing cold, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. Truth be told, he was quite eager to see his friend, and Briony's tacit permission to stay the night with Heath had been at the back of his mind ever since he'd left Belle Mere.
After nearly an hour on horseback, he approached the overseer's cottage, which was all that was left of River View, the plantation that had been in Heath's family for a hundred years. A small wisp of smoke drifted from the chimney, which meant Heath was still here.
If Heath wasn't deathly ill, Morgan planned to kill him for worrying them this way.
Morgan slid off the back of his horse and then led the animal to the relative shelter of the lean-to behind the cottage. He fed him a handful of oats, then patted his nose and turned back toward the house.
Heath came around the corner, his blond hair glowing in the moonlight, his aristocratic face set in the stubborn lines Morgan knew all too well. Heath apparently had no intention of making this easy on any of them.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Heath demanded.
"Why aren't you at Belle Mere?" Morgan countered, trying to rein in his temper. Before Heath could answer, Morgan circled him and strode into the house, warming his frozen fingers in front of the fire. He heard Heath enter behind him and shut the door, but he didn't turn around. "We were worried about you," he said quietly. "We haven't seen you for nearly a month. You were supposed to come for Christmas."
Heath sighed and took the lone chair, which was a few feet to Morgan's right. "I meant to. But I just haven't been feeling right about our situation since Briony got pregnant."
Morgan closed his eyes briefly, overwhelmed with guilt. He and Briony had been so happy during the last few months. They couldn't wait to be parents. But they hadn't wanted Heath to feel left out.
The three of them had explored the limits of their sexuality in increasingly exotic and exciting ways, but when Briony had become pregnant, all of that had stopped. He didn't think any of them had thought that far ahead.
"We love you," Morgan muttered. "Our sex life, or lack of one, has nothing to do with you spending Christmas with us."
Heath stretched his feet toward the fire. "I know. I'm just feeling increasingly the odd man out. It's nothing either of you have done, but now that you've married her, now that you're about to become a family, there's not much room in the picture for me." He said the words flatly, without any hint of self-pity, which only made Morgan feel worse.
"There will always be room for you," Morgan snapped. "Now get up and pack a bag. Ride back with me."
Heath stood up, moving in front of Morgan and forcing him to meet his gaze. His green eyes flashed with heat. "No. Stay here with me tonight, Morgan. I need to be with you."
Answering heat pulsed through Morgan's veins. Much as he loved Briony, he loved this man too, and it had been far too long since he and Heath had been alone together. He grasped Heath's shoulders and pulled him in, kissing him with fierce hunger.
Heath stiffened for a moment, obviously surprised, but then he kissed Morgan back, pressing against him so that he could feel his arousal. Morgan broke the kiss and laughed, realizing he'd needed this as well. Perhaps he'd even known, deep down, that if he came here tonight this would happen.
Briony had told him he should just stay the night at Heath's and they could head back in the morning. He thanked god he'd been blessed with her love. She knew what he needed more than he did sometimes, and she loved Heath as much as he did.
Heath rubbed Morgan's burgeoning cock through his pants. "Merry Christmas to me," he murmured with a sexy smile.
Morgan leaned back against the mantle, enjoying the heat of the fire at his back and the heat of Heath's hand at his front. The chill of his ride seeped away, and soon he was burning up. He could just relax and let Heath service him; that had usually been their way. However, given the way things had been between them lately, he felt the need to give Heath all of the attention he'd been lacking as of late.
Pushing away from the mantle, Morgan scanned the cabin, his gaze fixing on the ladder that led to the loft. "Take off your clothes," he ordered. "I want you naked."
Heath's green eyes flared with passion and delight. "You're staying?"
"Yeah," Morgan answered, sliding out of his heavy outer garments. "I'll spend the night, but only if you promise to go to Belle Mere with me in the morning. Only if you promise to quit acting like a martyr and be part of our family, the way we planned."
"Of course I'll go," Heath told him, looking chagrined. "I'm not trying to be a martyr, I just...hell, I don't know. Do you think there's anywhere I'd rather be?"
"There shouldn't be," Morgan replied, giving his friend his most irresistible smile. "I think you're going to have to remind me of your devotion tonight. You need to show me how much you still want me."