Sleigh Ride (Minnesota Christmas Book 2) by Heidi Cullinan Read Free Book Online

laying his heavy body on top to pin Gabriel in place.
    He never let go of Gabriel’s hands. They were above his head now, trapped, immobile, but kept there by only one of Arthur’s hands, which was delicious because it meant Arthur could knead at Gabriel’s hip, tugging his thigh apart while he ground his cock against Gabriel’s groin. Gabriel gasped and pushed up even as he kept fighting. His whole body felt like an erection, and the more he fought, the more Arthur wouldn’t let him win, the crazier he felt and the tighter his arousal wound.
    Arthur churned his hips in slow, heavy circles, counterpoint to Gabriel’s struggles, but he leaned in, nuzzling Gabriel’s cheek. “Need to make sure this is okay, baby.”
    Gabriel jerked, angry at him for talking.
    With a shushing sound, Arthur gentled him, still not letting go. “I know, but this is important. You just gotta do this once, let me know you’re playing the same game I am and I’m not about to actually rape you on your own couch. I’m pretty sure you’re willing, but I’m not interested in guessing wrong. You want to keep playing this, want to play hellcat fighting me while I hold you down and make you come, I’m all for that game.”
    Game? Gabriel wanted to tell Arthur how stupid this was, but Arthur’s body was heavy, and he smelled good. Wood smoke and sweat and cold. Play hellcat fighting me while I hold you down and make you come. Gabriel swallowed, trying to dislodge the image from his mind, but it wouldn’t budge.
    Arthur kept talking, his voice rumbly and delicious. “I won’t make you use words. I’m gonna put my finger on your lips. You want this? You suck the tip of my finger in. After that you can say no all you want, yell at me—but if you take my finger in, I know you want it, no matter what you say during the game.” He nuzzled Gabriel’s cheek. “Unless you say red. You say anything else, I won’t stop—not until you come like a motherfucker. But you decide this was a bad idea, you keep your lips shut, don’t do or say anything, and I’ll go. Won’t bother you again. Your call.”
    Gabriel held still, staring at Arthur as he processed this. Obviously he wasn’t playing some weird sex game, but…well, he wasn’t sure he wanted this to stop entirely .
    Certainly he wasn’t sucking someone’s finger. Dear God, the very idea.
    Arthur stared down at him, hazel eyes dark with promise.
    Hold you down and make you come. Saliva pooled in Gabriel’s mouth, and his lips parted slightly,
    Arthur shifted, lifting his index finger, arcing it toward Gabriel’s face. “Okay? Get ready. Here we go. Your call, hon. Yes or no.”
    Gabriel shut his eyes, mortified, and when Arthur’s finger pressed lightly on his sealed lips, he shivered. Do nothing, and he’ll go. That was what Gabriel wanted. Obviously. Except the thought made Gabriel ache. Not because he liked Arthur—Gabriel still wanted to deck him. He ached because this was the first sexual anything he’d had in a gazillion years. Because this moment was ripped right out of his deepest, darkest fantasies.
    Come like a motherfucker. Yes. God yes.
    Hold you down.
    Mother of God, yes .
    Mouth now dry, whole body shaking, Gabriel opened his lips, tentatively, terrified, and licked the tip of Arthur’s finger.
    Arthur purred, pushing it inside as he traced the soft flesh of Gabriel’s lip with his thumb. “Remember. Red, sweetheart. Yellow if you’re scared, red if you’re done. Otherwise no means go harder . Got it?”
    No, Gabriel didn’t. He whimpered around the finger. And nodded, sucking it.
    Arthur came unglued.
    Gabriel cried out as Arthur whipped out his finger, shoved Gabriel’s legs wide and buried his face in Gabriel’s neck, growling— growling —and nipping and sucking.
    Good Lord, this was insane.
    “No—” Gabriel tried to wriggle away, shivering when he found he couldn’t. “Stop—don’t mark me—”
    “Gonna mark you all over. Suck your skin right