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  “I already told you, I’m a djinn. You and your husband have been going bareback for quite a while now. I would advise against spoiling the mood by bringing up latex and causing Cameron to wonder whether you’ve lost your mind.”

  “Um, okay.” Scott wondered how he could tactfully suggest the djinn bugger off before he ruined the mood entirely.

  Before he could say anything the djinn vanished without another word and Cameron moved again. “What about what?” he asked.

  “Er…” Scott fumbled for some way to finish his sentence that wouldn’t make him sound like an idiot. “Lube!” Saved, he thought as Cameron grabbed the bottle from the bedside table and poured a generous amount onto his palm.

  “You’re acting very strange this morning,” Cameron commented as he coated his dick with the lubricant.

  “Am I?”

  “Yes.”

  “Just because I want you to use lube?” Scott couldn’t imagine any reality where he would let a man fuck him without the stuff, but then again, he couldn’t see himself as married either.

  “It’s like you’ve forgotten I usually prepare you with my tongue first.” Cameron shook his head and frowned. “I don’t know. There’s something different about you today. I just can’t put my finger on what.”

  Scott grinned and grabbed Cameron’s hand, placing it on his erection. “How about you put your fingers right about here and don’t worry about it?”

  Cameron stroked him once before reaching down to his entrance again.

  Scott had never been particularly enthusiastic about being fingered. He much preferred to rush ahead to the main event. Yet he found himself enjoying being expertly teased and thoroughly explored by Cameron. Each crook of a finger sent shivers rippling through his body.

  Finally, Cameron seemed to tire of tormenting him. He lined his cock up with Scott’s nicely stretched hole and slowly eased his way inside.

  Scott savored the sensation of being entered without anything between them, knowing this wasn’t likely to happen again once today was over and his life returned to normal.

  Cameron filled him completely and held still while Scott took the time to adjust. Scott frowned as he realized he wasn’t struggling to accommodate Cameron, as he would have expected after going for so long without being fucked. It was almost as though he regularly took someone up the arse. Then again, if he’d really been married to Cameron for six months, he supposed he probably did. He guessed the djinn must have worked some magic on him to ensure Cameron didn’t suspect anything untoward.

  Scott wrapped his legs around Cameron and urged him to move. He grabbed Cameron’s arse and kneaded the flesh as he encouraged his lover to quicken his pace.

  As they moved together, Cameron appeared to read his every thought. He changed angle just as Scott desired. His strokes quickened or slowed before Scott could even make the suggestion. Cameron touched him in the places Scott liked to be touched, the spots Scott had discovered long ago, but no lover had ever been around long enough to learn. Cameron appeared to know Scott’s body as well as Scott did.

  “Come for me,” Cameron demanded as he continued to pound Scott’s arse.

  Scott reached for his dick, but Cameron nudged his hand aside.

  “No hands,” he ordered. “You know I love it when I make you come without a touch.”

  Scott had never managed to come untouched before. He always needed a hand with it—literally. Yet Cameron clearly seemed to think otherwise.

  Cameron moved position again, this time nailing Scott’s prostate with ease. The stimulation wasn’t enough to send him over the edge. It had never been enough to make him come. Yet, his orgasm built with every stroke. Cameron was touching something at the very core of his being, in a place no other man had managed to discover.

  “Look at me,” Cameron ordered.

  Scott faced his lover and the moment their eyes met he lost control. He was dimly aware of the heat of Cameron’s release filling his arse and his husband collapsing across his chest.

  “Oh fuck,” he managed to gasp out between breaths.

  Cameron blinked up at him with a sated smile of contentment. “I love you,” he whispered before laying down his head on Scott’s chest.

  Scott opened his mouth to reply, but once again Cameron had frozen. “What the hell have I done now?” he asked the irritating djinn.

  “Nothing, just don’t say the words unless you mean them.”

  Scott sighed with frustration. “If we’re married, like you say we are, won’t he be expecting me to say them?”

  “Cameron is already asleep and won’t know whether you’ve said the words or not.”

  Scott supposed at least that got him off the hook for another lie on top of the rest he would no doubt be telling during the course of the day.

  The djinn disappeared and time began to move again.

  Sure enough, Cameron had fallen fast asleep. He snored contentedly, clearly not bothered about the fact they would be extremely sticky when they finally emerged from the bed.

  Scott tried to be bothered about the mess, but found he didn’t care. It wasn’t as though he’d be around long enough to have to wash the sheets.

  Chapter Two

  Apparently Cameron’s idea of wedded bliss was lots and lots of sex. When he had woken after their first round of shagging he had immediately lured Scott into the shower for round two.

  Scott gazed up at Cameron from where he knelt on the tiled shower floor.

  Cameron’s erection stood rigid as Scott leaned in to take him into his mouth. Cameron clutched at his hair, tugging the thick strands as Scott sucked at his length and played with his balls.

  “So good,” Cameron praised. “Love it so much when you suck my dick. Oh yeah, right there, that’s it, oh God, oh God, Scott, I’m gonna come!”

  Scott didn’t pull back. This was also a first for him, tasting another man’s essence. Always safe in the past, when he’d given someone head he had insisted his partners use rubbers. When Cameron spurted into his mouth, Scott drank down everything he gave him, savoring the bitter taste. He continued to lick at Cameron’s shaft, caressing the soft flesh with his tongue.

  “Kiss me?” Cameron asked.

  Scott stared up at him and slowly released the cock from his lips with one final long lick. He rose and pulled Cameron into his arms, leaning in to kiss him.

  Thoughts about whether he was doing this right, of whether he was kissing Cameron how he was supposed to, raced through his mind. Still, Cameron didn’t seem to mind and kissed him back with unbridled enthusiasm.

  Scott’s erection, which had returned long before Cameron had woken up, had reached the point of desperate again and when Cameron reached down to take him in hand Scott nearly wept with relief.

  It only took a couple of strokes for Scott to come and when he did, Cameron swallowed his cry of relief in another breathtaking kiss.

  He collapsed into Cameron’s arms, his legs no longer able to support him. Luckily for Scott, Cameron appeared to be far steadier on his feet and he kept Scott from doing anything stupid like falling over and smashing his head on the tiles. Scott tried not to think about how he actually quite liked being held by a man who seemed to care about him. The last thing he should be doing is getting used to this sort of treatment. He reminded himself this would all be over at midnight.

  Cameron held him until he had recovered. After Scott thought he could stand on his feet again, they washed up and Scott followed his fake husband through to the kitchen, where Cameron set to work fixing them breakfast.

  Scott sat at the counter and tried to figure out what door went to which room. It wouldn’t do to open the door to the closet while searching for the dining room.

  Cameron didn’t seem to notice his distraction. He turned on the radio and hummed along to the music as he shimmied round the counter. “Dance with me?” he asked. He didn’t wait for Scott to reply. He pulled him from the stool and into his arms, twirling them both round the kitch
en with moves that might have been graceful if Scott hadn’t been blessed with two left feet.

  “Have you forgotten everything our instructor taught us for the first dance at our wedding reception?” Cameron teased.

  “I guess so.” Scott howled as he banged into the edge of the fridge, stubbing his toe in the process.

  Cameron tried to smother his amusement with little success.

  Scott hobbled back to the stool, where he inspected his abused toe.

  “Want me to kiss it better?” Cameron asked. He reached out and poked the appendage with a total lack of sympathy.

  Scott heaved a long-suffering sigh. “I’ll live.”

  Cameron grabbed the toe and squeezed gently. Something burning on the cooker drew his attention away from tormenting Scott and he hurried back across the room in an effort to save the bacon going from crispy to charcoal.

  “You’re cooking us a full English?” Scott asked.

  “Yep,” Cameron confirmed. “And don’t give me any crap about it being fattening. We don’t do this very often so let me spoil you for once.”

  Scott raised his hands in mock surrender. “Not a word of complaint will you hear from my lips, well, unless you give me mushrooms, of course.”

  Cameron rolled his eyes. “Like I’d ever dare to forget your utter disdain for mushrooms. Don’t worry. The evil things won’t be allowed anywhere near your plate.”

  Scott could tell from the way Cameron spoke he knew very well Scott’s dislike for mushrooms, which he supposed made sense in the circumstances. He found it a little strange to be in the company of someone who knew him so well. He suspected Cameron knew a great deal about him and he felt a little uneasy when he realized he didn’t know anything about his husband. Even worse, he couldn’t ask without making himself appear like the most forgetful man on earth, or a completely selfish pig who took no notice of things like how his husband liked to drink his coffee. He didn’t even know if Cameron drank coffee at all.

  Cameron froze mid-motion and Scott wasn’t in the least surprised to see the djinn pop in again.

  “What now?” he asked.

  The djinn gestured to Cameron. “He drinks tea, milk with one sugar.”

  “Are you sure you can’t read my mind?” Scott didn’t like the idea of the djinn poking round in his head.

  “No, but you were about to make you both a coffee, which would cause Cameron unnecessary confusion and put a blight on his day by worrying what’s wrong with you.”

  Scott wasn’t convinced. “First the condoms, now the coffee. Forgive me if I’m a little skeptical about how you knew exactly what I was thinking.”

  The djinn sighed. “All right, I can read your mind, not that I’d want to if I had any choice. In case you weren’t aware, your mind happens to be an appalling mess.”

  “I’ll have you know I’m a very organized man.”

  “Your life is a chaotic shambles and your mind is likewise.”

  With those parting words the djinn disappeared once again, leaving Scott to wonder where he might find the teabags. A cabinet door swung open to reveal their location. Scott jumped up and hurried to the cupboard before Cameron noticed the furniture had taken on a life of its own.

  They ate breakfast at the counter. Cameron rubbed his bare foot against Scott’s ankle, which gave him an instant erection. Since they hadn’t bothered to dress properly before moving into the kitchen, Scott’s boxers did nothing to hide his growing desire.

  “We should do this more often,” Cameron suggested in a hopeful tone.

  “Definitely,” Scott agreed, surprising himself when he realized he meant it. For a few minutes he had forgotten he was only here for the day.

  “What would you like to do this morning?” Cameron asked.

  Scott waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

  “Besides the obvious,” Cameron added.

  Scott found himself at a complete loss for what to say. What the hell do married people do together on their day off? “How about you choose?”

  Cameron grinned. “That’s what I hoped you’d say.”

  “Uh oh.”

  “There’s no backing out now.” Cameron jabbed his finger at Scott’s chest, the warning clear. “I’m going to take you sledging.”

  Scott nearly choked on his tomatoes. “You’re kidding me.”

  “No. I remember you telling me you never had chance to go sledging when you were a kid, so today I’m going to take you to the hill where I used to go.”

  “Do we even have a sledge?” Scott asked, hoping Cameron hadn’t bought one the previous day and shown it to Scott already.

  “We’ll stop by my parents’ house first. They’ll have my old one in the garage.”

  Scott wondered what he had let himself in for when he’d agreed to Cameron’s plan. He wasn’t the type to waste time messing about like a kid, not when he had work to do. Then he remembered his work wasn’t here. He had a phone he couldn’t use, no briefcase full of papers, no laptop, and no deadline because by the time tomorrow arrived, today would never have happened.

  “Okay,” he agreed. “Sledging it is.”

  * * * *

  Cameron’s parents lived on the other side of the village. As they walked across the square, Scott goggled at everything. The place was a far cry from his life in the city. He’d grown up in a tower block and had never really seen the countryside until he had become an adult. Even then he’d mostly just traveled through it, rather than spending any time exploring what he thought of as a wilderness.

  Scott had no idea of the name of the village and knew asking would raise questions he couldn’t answer. He did mentally note as much as he could, wondering whether he might actually be able to find the place once he had returned to his regular life. With snow and ice obscuring signs, he couldn’t gather as much information as he would have liked, yet he couldn’t shake the idea of coming back here again. He found himself curious about who actually lived in their quaint little cottage and where Cameron might really reside. For all Scott knew, he could be living in the same building as him.

  The thought of seeing Cameron again after this day ended made Scott smile. He didn’t know his husband’s last name, but he intended to discover it before midnight.

  “You’re quiet,” Cameron commented as they walked down the road.

  “Just thinking.”

  Cameron nudged him. “What about?”

  Scott could hardly tell him he’d been thinking it might be nice to hook up with Cameron again after today. “I’m hoping the roads between this famous hill of yours and the casualty department aren’t blocked with snow.”

  Cameron laughed. “Do you think you’ll be that bad at sledging?”

  “Does this sledge come with working brakes?”

  “Just a thin rope to slow you down when you reach the bottom.”

  “And how will I know I’m at the bottom if I have my eyes squeezed shut?”

  Cameron wrapped an arm round Scott’s shoulders and pulled him close. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe. And remember, if you do sprain anything there’ll be plenty of snow and ice to pack it with.”

  Scott elbowed him lightly in the ribs. “Git. You’d better get ready to pamper me for weeks if I damage anything today.”

  “Likewise,” Cameron retorted with a grin and they continued on their way.

  Other than Scott walking right past the gate to Cameron’s parents’ cottage, they arrived at the house without incident. Cameron teased him about having his head in the clouds as he pulled him down the icy path.

  “Mum? Dad? Are you in?” Cameron called as he stuck his head round the door.

  “I’m guessing yes since the door’s unlocked,” Scott said as Cameron entered the house with Scott close at his heels.

  Cameron gave him another odd glance. “Not necessarily. We’re not exactly crime capital of the county here. You tend to forget this isn’t the city.”

  Scott hadn’t forgotten anything of the sort. He simply had
n’t believed there were still people out there who could leave their home with the door unlocked and come back to find everything as they left it.

  “Cameron, is that you?”

  Scott followed Cameron into the living room where a younger version of his lover sprawled across the sofa.

  “Bloody hell, Chris. Aren’t you dressed yet?” Cameron asked. “Lazy git.”

  Chris stretched his arms above his head and yawned. “I’m not going anywhere today. I’m relaxing and enjoying my last days of freedom in the way I want.”

  “You’d better not let Jodie hear you say that. She’s already gone through my best man speech with a red pen, removing all references to balls and chains.”

  Chris laughed. “I can’t believe I’m getting married next week.”

  “That makes two of us,” Cameron teased. “I thought Jodie would have come to her senses before now.”

  Chris shot him a glare. “Are you here for a reason, or just to insult me?”

  Cameron ruffled his brother’s already messy hair and grinned. “We’re just going to get the sledge from the garage. Do you know where the key is?”

  “Probably on the hook in the kitchen, where it usually is. What do you want the sledge for?”

  “We’re going sledging this morning,” Cameron explained, as though this should have been obvious.

  “Are you crazy? It’s sodding freezing out there.”

  “How would you know?” Scott couldn’t resist asking. “You look as if you’ve only just got out of bed.”

  “I don’t need to go outside to know it’s cold. Look at all that horrible white stuff.”

  Cameron shook his head and disappeared through to the kitchen, returning a minute later with the key. “Come on Scott, let’s go have some fun.”

  “You don’t need to go out in the snow to have fun,” Chris reminded them. “Oh, sorry, I forgot. You’re a boring married couple and therefore you don’t get that sort of fun anymore.”

  Cameron smacked him round the back of the head. “I’ll have you know, we have plenty of that sort of fun.”

  “Once a week and never on a Sunday?” Chris asked.