“Maybe, will you be my elf?”
Harper’s nose wrinkles in abject disgust. “Definitely not.”
“I’ll be your elf.” Trevor winks at Beau, making the taller man blush.
They’re all sickeningly cute. I love it.
“Are we working or flirting here?” Andy asks with a hand on her hip. She winks at Harper and presses a kiss to his cheek that he swats away. “Let me kiss you,” Andy hisses through her teeth.
“Fuck off,” Harper says with his teeth gritted.
“You love me,” Andy sings.
“Debatable.”
“There’s work to do, lover boys.” Andy points at her brother and then Colby. “Back to work.”
“Last I checked, I am the boss,” Beau says with a teasing lilt in his voice.
Andy salutes Beau with a wide grin. “Aye aye, captain.”
Colby, Beau, and Andy disappear back into the crowd. Eli looks forlornly at the disappearing back of his boyfriend, earning a dramatic gag from Harper.
Harper makes a barfing face. “Don’t look at my cousin like that in front of me, please.”
Eli shoots a glare towards Harper. “You’re one to talk. You’ve got my best friend looking at you like he wants to get you pregnant immediately.”
Harper’s eyes widen as he looks towards me. “Really?”
I shrug with a smirk. “He’s not wrong.”
“Huh,” Harper says softly.
“Maybe tonight we can give it a shot,” I murmur softly for only Harper to hear.
Instead of a biting comment or a swat to my arm, I’m rewarded with a warm red flush across Harper’s cheekbones. Interesting. He turns away from me to look towards the setting sun dipping below the horizon. My favorite thing about Harper is that there are so many layers for me to keep discovering, not just about his personality but what brings him pleasure. Who knew my sarcastic little punk might have a hidden breeding kink?
The four of us amble slowly towards the Christmas tree lot. Trevor and Eli are full of laughter as they judge the trees, but Harper is quiet beside me. Butterflies take flight in my chest when Trevor comes over to tug Harper away so that they can pose in front of some decorated trees for a picture. Eli tosses me his phone, which I easily catch, and I snap a few photos of them posing in front of the trees decorated in a beach theme.
When the sun sets all the way, the bubbles start in the center of the farm, eliciting squeals of joy from the kids present. Eli runs out into the bubbles and tilts his head towards the sky, while Trevor stands at the edge recording him. So typical.
Harper plants his feet firmly to prevent me from dragging him under the fake snow. Knowing Harper’s limits is half of loving him. Getting cute under some fake snow is a hard limit that I’ll definitely respect. But I hold his hand in mine, tucking it under my jacket as he watches Eli play in the fake snow.
“How’s Benji doing on the tour?” I ask Trevor softly.
Trevor’s face pinches with concern. “You should talk to him.”
The very idea shocks me. “Me?”
Trevor nods quickly. “He’s struggling, I think. Claire keeps thinking of convincing him to let the contract go. You know… Nolan can be a lot. It’s a lot.”
Nolan and I hadonesingle night together before I realized it most definitely would not work between us. I might be a top, but pain play is not remotely my thing. I’m more of a service top than anything. Nolan is enough to make anyone’s carefully built walls crack. And the more I think about Benji, the more I realize that he and Nolan are probably a perpetually awfully bad idea. I’m surprised Claire even arranged it.
“How long has that entire thing been going on?”
Trevor grimaces. “At least a year off and on. But the tour is nonstop for a few months. If he comes running to us, we’ll know it’s because Nolan sent him running.”
I hum in agreement, making a mental note to call Benji to check in. Doubtful he’ll share anything with me, but with Benji, sometimes it’s nice just for him to know we all think about him and love him still.
