Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!
Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.
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Adam yelled through the bathroom door, “What are you doing in there?”
He leaned against the door and crossed his arms, waiting for his chance at the sink. Dirk had been in there a suspiciously long time.
Walter’s snoring wafted through the room, originating from the jumbled comforter on the bottom bunk. It looked like Adam and Dirk would have to share the top bunk again.
His cock jumped at the thought.
The door opened and Adam pushed away from the wall. “Finally—” His words caught in his throat at the sight standing before him. Dirk was wearing his robes from the living crèche event. But the front of the robe was nicely tented, the neckline open and a wide expanse of smooth, golden skin showing beneath it.
Dirk’s sexy green gaze sparkled, the full, pouty mouth widening in a smile as Adam’s boxers bulged from the sight. “I had a little trouble getting the beard on right. Usually Camille, my makeup girl does it for me.”
Adam swallowed hard. “The beard?” Adam’s gaze lifted to Dirk’s face. “Oh yeah, that bushy brown thing on your face. I barely noticed.”
Dirk’s chuckle was deep and husky, filled with heat. “How do you think it will feel on your balls?”
Adam made a soft sound of need in his throat. “Suddenly I’m looking at the beard in a whole new light.”