Duchess trotted off to find her uncle while Fitz led Jack back to their room. The second the door closed behind them, the blanket was on the floor, and Fitz was all over Jack. They scrambled to undress each other, and when they were naked, Jack walked Fitz back to the bed, their tongues tangling as they kissed. Heat flared through Jack; he couldn’t believe he’d almost messed this up.
Determined to show Fitz how much he loved and needed him, Jack swept Fitz off his feet, making him throw his head back with a laugh. God, how he loved that sound. The joy and adoration in Fitz’s eyes squeezed at Jack’s heart. He’d once promised Fitz to spend every day showing him how much he was loved. He wasn’t going to forget again.
With Fitz lying on the bed, his gorgeous hair wild around his face, Jack grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer and climbed onto the bed covered in soft blankets. He lay between Fitz’s legs, one arm around each of Fitz’s thighs as he swallowed Fitz down to the root.
“Jack!” Fitz gasped and threw his head back, his plump lips parted, and his eyes closed as he grabbed fistfuls of the blankets. He arched his back, and Jack couldn’t take his eyes off his stunningly beautiful man. Jack was so damned lucky. He sucked and licked, nipped at Fitz’s inner thigh, and reveled in the way Fitz writhed and pleaded. His fair skin was flushed, and his brow beaded with sweat, one hand going to Jack’s head.
When it looked like Fitz was on the verge of coming, Jack pulled back. He lubed up his finger, and as he leaned in to kiss Fitz, he placed the tip of his finger to Fitz’s hole and gently pushed, loving the sound of Fitz’s moan. Fitz thrust up against him, and Jack did his best to quickly but carefully prepare Fitz.
“Jack,” Fitz gasped. He tapped Jack’s flank, and Jack knew what that meant. He pulled his fingers out of Fitz and rolled them so Jack was on his back and Fitz was on top. Turning, Fitz lined Jack’s cock up and slowly sank back down, riding Jack reverse cowboy style. Jack gripped Fitz’s hips, cursing under his breath as Fitz started moving, his ass smacking against Jack’s groin as he rode him hard.
The air filled with the sounds of their gasps and panting. When Jack thought he might lose it, he sat up, grabbed Fitz, and turned them, Fitz on his hands and knees with Jack kneeling behind him. He pounded into Fitz, urged on by Fitz’s pleas for more, faster, harder. Jack took hold of Fitz’s shoulder and thrust in deep, over and over.
Fitz whimpered as he jerked himself off. When he couldn’t hold himself up, he slid onto his stomach with Jack following him. He spread Fitz’s legs and buried his face in Fitz’s hair.
“I love you so fucking much,” Jack said, breathless.
“I love you too, baby.” Fitz turned his head, and Jack kissed him as best he could from his position, his hips losing their rhythm as his orgasm exploded through him. He cried out as he emptied himself inside Fitz, a gasp escaping him when Fitz’s hole tightened around him.
Fitz cried out as he came, and Jack pumped into him a few more times before pulling out. He lay on Fitz for a heartbeat as he caught his breath. With a sigh, he nuzzled Fitz’s hair, then moved off him, rolling onto his side facing Fitz. Jack smiled at him, his beautiful face flushed pink, his hair stuck to his brow.
“You mean the world to me,” Jack whispered, brushing Fitz’s hair away from his eyes. “I’m so sorry. For everything.”
“You mean the world to me, too,” Fitz replied quietly. He rolled onto his side, facing Jack. “That’s why I worry so much when you don’t take care of yourself.”
“I know.” Jack ran his thumb over Fitz’s bottom lip. “I’ll do better. I promise.” He wasn’t one to make idle promises. Fitz knew that. His father had taught him that if he was going to give his word, he needed to follow through, and Jack always did. Except in this case when it mattered most. A thought occurred to him. “What if you help me tomorrow?”
“Really?”
Jack nodded. “You’re good with your hands, and your fingers are slender and long.” Fitz snickered, and Jack booped the tip of Fitz’s nose with his finger, making him laugh. “Not like that, you perv.”
Fitz laughed. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth. “You really think I can help you?”
“If I show you what you need to do, I know you can do it. That way, we can finish faster, and then I’m all yours.”
Fitz blinked at him. “Really? But you brought your laptop. You said you might need to get some work done. If you need to work, Jack, I understand.”
“No. This is our Christmas vacation. Maury can handle anything that comes up. We’ve all been talking about promoting some of the guys at work so we could step back a little. Maury’s been on my team since we opened Four Kings Security. He’s more than qualified to manage the Cybersecurity Department.”
Fitz sat up, his eyes wide. “You…you’re going to work fewer hours?”
Jack followed, sitting up. He leaned in and kissed Fitz. “I should have been taking better care of myself and our relationship.” He nodded. “I want to spend more time with you, sweetheart.”
Fitz squealed and tackled Jack, making him laugh, his heart ready to implode from how happy Fitz was. He’d been so foolish, risking what he had with this amazing man, a man who, with each day, he could see himself with in a forever kind of way. Thankfully, he’d come to his senses before he ruined the beautiful thing they had together.
Hmm, maybe therewasa little something magical about Winterhaven.
CHAPTERFIVE
“Can we talk?”
Mugs and Kisses had just opened, so Fitz was the only one inside. Merry didn’t look at him as he slid a tray of decorated gingerbread men into the glass case. One had a little sad face, and Fitz had to try hard not to smile. Merry was too darned cute.
“Is that one for me?” Fitz asked, pointing at the glum gingerbread man.
Merry sighed. He turned to Fitz, hurt in his big blue eyes. “I knew my chances with him were slim, but how can I compete with you?”
“You don’t,” Fitz replied, removing his gloves and shoving them in his coat pocket. “Merry, the reason Noel asked me to dinner was—”
