Mistletoe menage, p.1
Mistletoe Ménage, page 1
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Books by Lily Harlem
Title Page
Legal Page
Book Description
Trademark Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
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We Three Kings
MISTLETOE MÉNAGE
LILY HARLEM
Mistletoe Ménage
ISBN # 978-1-83943-160-9
©Copyright Lily Harlem 2021
Cover Art by Claire Siemaszkiewicz ©Copyright December 2021
Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2021 by Pride Publishing, United Kingdom.
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We Three Kings
The winter days might be frosty, but a new guy in town is sure to heat up Father Nicholas and Dr. Zach!
Reverend Nicholas Simmons has traveled a bumpy road before landing in the small town of Mindle with his doctor husband. So, when a new, very sexy, very enticing young man shows interest in them both, he’s reluctant to rock the boat.
Zach, however, can’t keep the flashes of desire from his eyes. He’d never cheat, of course not, but visions of hot threesomes dance in his mind. Will Nicholas ever agree? If so, what would it be like? How hard would they all come?
Brandon isn’t looking forward to his first Christmas in Mindle. He’s alone. Exhausted. Friendless. That is, until he meets the Reverend and Zach. From that first moment he’s equal parts fascinated and turned on by them. Sure, they’re older than he is, but that just heightens his lust and increases his need to get hot, sweaty and naked with them.
Will their romance have a backdrop of tinsel and holly? Can three strong, passionate men truly connect with absolute honesty? And on Christmas night, will they each get the ultimate present—one another—under the tree?
Trademark Acknowledgements
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Black Bomber: The Snowdonia Cheese Company
Calvin Klein: Calvin Klein Inc.
Discovery: Tata Motors
Fiesta: Ford Motor Company
KY: Reckitt Benckiser Group plc
Last Christmas: George Michael
Levi’s: Levi Strauss & Co.
Silent Night: Franz Xaver Gruber, Joseph Mohr
Star Wars: George Lucas
Tinder: Tinder Inc.
Tommy: Tommy Hilfiger B.V.
Tupperware: Tupperware Brands Corporation
Vaseline: Unilever plc
Zoom: Zoom Video Communications, Inc.
Chapter One
Nicholas shoved his keys into the ignition of his old Fiesta and revved the engine. The car was bursting with Christmas and smelled of spiced apple, pine needles and cinnamon. It was his favorite time of year. He adored the rituals and traditions, the sense of community and all the tastes and flavors that went with celebrating the birth of Christ.
Pulling out into the busy high street traffic, he waved his thank-you at an elderly gentleman who’d let him join the queue. The man touched the peak of his tweed cap and nodded with a smile. It was the kind of gesture Nicholas was used to when wearing his vicar’s white collar.
Today it was teamed with a thick black sweater and corduroy pants. The weather had shifted from unseasonably warm with puddles littering the road and bees still hunting for nectar to a stiff east wind that sliced through the town of Mindle. Leaves skittered down the street, pedestrians turned up their collars and ducked their heads, and the silver and blue sign above the fancy new deli, Brandon’s, swung on its hinges.
“Blast it,” Nicholas muttered. He’d meant to call in at Brandon’s Deli. The word in the pews was that the pork pies with cranberry jelly topping were the best. Zach loved pork pies and he loved cranberry jelly. He always covered his Christmas dinner with it then slathered more on the turkey sandwiches in the evening.
Nicholas peered into the window as his car crawled past Brandon’s. A refrigerated display cabinet showcased tasty treats, and a queue had formed out of the door. The new guy in town, Brandon Walker, was certainly making a splash with his Christmas goodies. Customers were flocking to stock up.
Yes, he’d have to make another trip into Mindle, perhaps tomorrow if he went for a shorter morning run then got the church decorated in time. Which he should be able to. Nicholas was luckier here than in his last parish. In Mindle, several of the older ladies in his congregation had charged themselves with creating floral decorations. Each Easter and Christmas they went into full floristry mode, creating displays Kew Gardens would be proud of. And Nicholas certainly was proud and grateful.
The traffic moved, the crossroad lights spending a generous length of time on green.
Soon Nicholas was passing the school, empty now the kids had headed home for the day, and the medical center. A few spots of rain peppered his windscreen and he flicked on his wipers, berating himself for not bringing a coat on his shopping trip.
Where the church was tall with a pointed spire, Mindle Rectory was squat with a thatched roof and sleepy-eyed windows, and butted the churchyard, with a tall stone wall separating Nicholas’ and Zach’s washing line, vegetable garden, orchard and al fresco table from ancient headstones and tombs.
Nicholas drove through the gate, the tires crunching on the gravel driveway, and pulled up at the front door. A thatched porch protected it from the weather while two lollipop-shaped bay trees on either side shivered in the breeze.
When he turned the engine off, the red front door was pulled open.
Zach stood there, his white T-shirt hugging his wide chest and his jeans sitting low on his hips. His black hair, freshly cut that afternoon, was tight against his head and he wore red slippers, a present from last Christmas.
Nicholas smiled. His husband of five years was so damn handsome he still had to pinch himself. He was so lucky—he’d found not just a person but a place where he could be himself and not have to sacrifice his very deep belief in God.
Oh, there had been more than a few raised eyebrows and some negative comments when they’d arrived four years ago, but Mindle had proven to be an open-minded community. After several years with no parish vicar, they’d been more than happy to welcome both Nicholas and Zach. Nicholas was sure that Zach having joined the medical center as a new general practitioner was a definite advantage. The community had gained with their arrival, and Nicholas and Zach had found their place.
“How did you get on?” Zach asked, striding from the house.
Nicholas stepped out of the car. “Pretty well. I got the wine, new candles for the altar, some lights in the sale for the tree that goes beside the font, and a huge box of oranges for the Christingle.”
“You did good.” Zach touched his lips to Nicholas’. “I’ll help you unload.”
“You’ll get a chill.” Nicholas rested his palm on Zach’s arm. His dark skin had goosebumps and his nipples pressed on his T-shirt.
“It will only take a minute with two of us. Pop the boot open.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Zach grabbed a wooden crate of oranges. “I made us a curry for tonight.”
“You did?”
“Yes, i
“Ah, that’s good then.” Nicholas carefully lifted the bag of thick church candles. They were heavy. “I fancy a curry.”
Zach laughed as he strode to the door. “And I fancy you.”
Nicholas smiled and followed him. Now they’d done their jobs for the day, they had a quiet evening with nothing planned except being together. They’d eat, pour wine, light the fire, then…
Nicholas’ cock tingled as he stepped into cottage. Just the thought, the anticipation of Zach touching him, of being naked against him, had Nicholas rising to the occasion.
But that couldn’t happen yet. Soon. But not yet.
He set down the candles then rushed back to the car. The rain was heavier now, big penny-sized spots that tapped on his head and shoulders.
When he clasped the wine box, a loud clap of thunder smacked through the sky.
“Oh fuck.” Zach looked upward. “We’re in for a good one.”
“Let’s hope so.” Nicholas raised his eyebrows. “I like a good one.” He chuckled.
Zach’s gaze caught his. “You look as if butter wouldn’t melt, Reverend, but you’re always ready for it.”
“Of course. I’m married to you. Who wouldn’t always be ready for it?”
Zach kissed him again, a longer, more passion-infused press of his lips.
In that moment the rain was forgotten, as were Christmas preparations. All that existed was their need for each other and the safe cocoon they’d created for themselves. No one else was allowed in. Like a walled garden with a secret door, their love and passion was a place just for them.
Zach pulled back, laughing. “We’ll catch a cold. Come on.”
The front of the house lit up in a series of flashes. So did an old oak to the right.
“Lightning! It’s getting close. Go, quick.” Nicholas closed the car boot and followed Zach into the house. Once there, he slammed the door with his heel and wiped his now damp brow on the back of his arm. He breathed deeply. “It smells really good. Is it jalfrezi?”
“Of course. Your favorite.” Zach stripped off his wet T-shirt. His abs were a row of sleek bricks and a tempting trail of short black hair led from his navel to his jeans.
Nicholas swallowed. His heart rate picked up and a familiar tug of longing went through his groin.
“What?” Zach said, hooking his top over the newel and placing his hands on his hips. “The shirt is really wet.”
“I’m not complaining.” Nicholas put the bag of candles onto the flagstone floor. “I’ll never complain about seeing you taking your clothes off. In fact, you should do it more often.”
“With you around, I do it often enough.” Zach’s eyes sparkled and he bit on his bottom lip, his teeth pressing into the plump flesh in a way that always shot neat lust into Nicholas’ veins.
Nicholas turned and slid the bolt on the door. It connected with a satisfying clunk. He didn’t expect any parishioners to call round during a storm, but even so, he had no intention of letting anyone walk in and witness what he was about to do to his husband.
“You look hungry,” Zach said, dipping his gaze to Nicholas’ groin.
Nicholas’ cock swelled some more. “You know I am, and much as I love curry, I love you more…” He paused and swiped his tongue over his lips. “And I love your mouth, your cock, your sexy ass.”
Zach chuckled and popped the top button on his jeans. “When you speak like that…wearing that…” He nodded at Nicholas’ collar. “It makes me so fucking horny.”
“Oh yeah.” Nicholas stepped up to him. “You like a man of the cloth talking filthy?” He twitched his eyebrows.
“I guess so.” Zach kissed his cheek, then ran his lips over Nicholas’ slightly stubbled jaw line to his neck. The gentle caress dipped to the collar. “Does that make me sinful?” he murmured. “Kinky, maybe?”
“It makes you human.” Nicholas clutched Zach’s shoulders and closed his eyes. He inhaled deeply, taking in Zach’s fresh cologne. The smell was like coming home, every aroma he’d ever enjoyed wrapped up into one beautiful, sexy, open-water scent. “You’re a man who knows what he wants. One of the things I’ve always loved about you.”
“Mmm, and I love you.” Zach kissed back up to Nicholas’ cheek and ran his hands down his body to cup his ass. “Talk to me. Tell me more.”
“More about what I’m going to do to you?”
“Yes…that.” Zach’s words were breathy and he squeezed Nicholas’ butt cheeks.
Nicholas set his mouth beside his husband’s ear. “I’m going to strip you naked,” he murmured. “And while the storm rages outside, while the rain lashes on the window, I’m going to bend you over and take your ass. Put my big cock in it, fill you, take you, make you come so hard you’ll be shaking until midnight.”
A tremble went through Zach, his muscles vibrating as if anticipating the toe-curling climax that was in his future. He moaned softly.
“And.” Nicholas smoothed his palms up to the planes of Zach’s shoulders then down to his lower back again. He slipped around his waist and took hold of the zipper on his jeans. “You’re going to love every minute of having my cock inside you. Even though it’s been there a thousand times and will be there a thousand more, you’ll scream at me to give it to you harder, faster, wilder, deeper…more of everything.”
“Fuck yes.” Zach pulled back and stared into Nicholas’ eyes. “I want that. Do that. Do that, quick.”
Nicholas was at full hardness now, his erection pressing painfully against his pants. His breaths were rapid and shallow, his pulse thudding in his ears. They had to get naked. They had to strip off and fuck, connect, be as one. Everything else could wait.
Zach was pulling at Nicholas’ sweater. It came over his head, subjecting him to a moment of darkness.
Another clap of thunder shook the cottage and a flash of lightning streaked in from the landing window to slice over the oak staircase.
Nicholas laughed, an expulsion of pent-up energy. “Wow, that’s loud.”
“Good. It will drown out our cries of pleasure.” Zach’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Nicholas whipped off his shirt and collar.
Zach stepped out of his jeans. There were no boxers in the way. Zach often went without, and his thick cock jutted upward, proud and greedy.
Nicholas’ mouth watered. The flared head, with the little black freckle by the slit, was the most beautiful cock he’d ever seen. Not that he’d seen many. That wasn’t his style.
Zach stepped onto the right leg of his jeans and tugged to drag the left one off. He flicked them aside and they landed at an angle over the box of Christingle oranges.
“Fuck yes. Naked, that’s how I want you,” Nicholas muttered, shoving at his own pants but becoming frustrated when they caught on his shoes. He bent and quickly freed them.
When he straightened, Zach had turned to the stairs.
“Wait.”
“Catch me if you can,” Zach said.
Nicholas grunted. He lunged for Zach’s waist just as another drumroll of thunder pounded overhead.
Zach yelped and bent forward, clutching the third step.
“Not as fast as you think,” Nicholas said beside his ear, then gave it a nip.
White-hot light pierced the hallway, flickering into every shadowy corner.
Zach squirmed as if trying to escape.
Nicholas knew full well he didn’t want to. He wrapped one hand over his shoulder, reached the other beneath Zach and gripped his cock.
Its heat spread over his palm. Zach was so hard, his flesh silken. And big, too, so damn big. For a moment Nicholas wondered if he should shake up the plan and be the one to bend over, but then Zach moaned, deep and guttural, and Nicholas wanted to drag more moans and groans from him like this, just like this.
“You want to come?” Nicholas asked. “You want that from me?”
“Yes, yes, make me come.”
“I will, right here. Forget the bedroom. It will take too long to get there. We’re doing it on the stairs.”
