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  When a young man's wishes impact his partner's plans, he must think creatively to find a compromise.

  Devon Gateman has been in a partnership with his much younger lover, Jake Lewis, for almost three years. Christmas is approaching, and he wants to make it special. He brings home a live goose, intending to prepare an uber special Christmas Eve supper. Using a little spicy persuasion, Devon convinces his lover to accept the animal... for a few days, anyway.

  At first, Jake is flattered that Devon brought home a goose. He knows his man has the best of intentions. Unfortunately, caring for the animal for a week falls on him. During that time, Jake actually comes to care for the honking, ankle-biting, guard-goose-terrier of a bird.

  Then events happen that make Jake realize he can't break the trust of his weird new friend. Can he come up with an alternative for dinner that will be just as special?

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  Frog Legs and Goose Feathers

  Copyright © 2019 Charlie Richards

  ISBN: 978-1-4874-2578-4

  Cover art by Martine Jardin

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  Frog Legs and Goose Feathers

  The Twelve Days of Christmas Book 6

  Carry Me: Book 10

  By

  Charlie Richards

  Dedication

  It's not what's under the Christmas tree that matters but who's around it.

  ~Charlie Brown

  A Charlie Brown Christmas

  Chapter One

  Jake Lewis bobbed his head as he sang along with the Christmas carol. Leaning forward in his driver's seat, he squinted through the windshield. The darkness and heavy snowfall made seeing too far in front of him tough.

  "Fiiiiiive golden rings!" Jake felt the wheels of his Jeep slide a little and snapped his mouth shut. Gritting his teeth, he white-knuckled the steering wheel. When Jake felt the tires catch on the freshly fallen snow, he relaxed back into his seat and started singing along again---under his breath, however, since most of his concentration was still on the road and getting home safely.

  "... seventh day of Christmas my---shit, it's a snowstorm, moron. Slow down," Jake snapped as he saw a car slide through the four-way stop intersection in front of him. Shaking his head, he waited and watched the driver re-gain control and trundle off. Jake started across the intersection. "... to me, seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying, fiiiiive..."

  Jake turned into the driveway of the home he shared with his partner, Devon Gateman. After hitting the button to open the garage door, he smiled. Seeing Devon's BMW already inside, he knew his big, dark-skinned lover had beat him home.

  As Jake parked, he found he wasn't surprised. Devon worked less than fifteen minutes from their home as a chiropractor who owned his own practice. That meant he could set his hours and change them if need be... like when a snowstorm blew in.

  Jake was in his senior year of college and wasn't nearly as fortunate. Snow or not, his afternoon class had still been held. Since Jake was working to get top marks for his Bachelor of Science degree, he couldn't skip his advanced biology class.

  After turning off his Jeep, Jake grabbed the strap of his school satchel. He opened his door and slid from the vehicle. As Jake closed the door, he slung the bag over his shoulder. Jingling the keys in his right hand, he hurried to the door, a spring in his step.

  Not only couldn't he wait to see Devon---even after almost three years, his love for the amazing man still seemed to be growing---but he loved the holidays. They were planning to trim the Christmas tree that evening. As Jake opened the man-sized garage door that led into the laundry room, he could already hear the carols filling the house.

  Jake grinned, enjoying the soothing tones of Elvis Presley singing about being blue for Christmas. Shaking his head, he chuckled under his breath. Learning Devon had a secret infatuation with The King had been a surprise, but since Jake enjoyed most of his music, he didn't mind.

  After toeing off his sneakers, Jake removed his coat, hat, and gloves, hanging them up to dry. He hummed along with the song as he exited the room and entered the kitchen. Setting his bag on the counter, he rummaged through it until he found the plastic container that had held his lunch sandwich. That he opened, rinsed in the sink, then placed into the dishwasher. After rinsing the plastic baggy he'd used for his dill spear, he placed it upside-down in the drain rack to dry.

  Jake glanced around, surprised to see that Devon hadn't appeared, yet. "Devon?" he called, picking up his bag and heading through the dining room and toward the stairs.

  He'd just placed his foot on the first step when he heard Devon holler back, "That you, Jake?"

  But that wasn't why Jake had paused. Cocking his head, he stared at the baby gate spread across the open French doors that led to Devon's home office. Scratching his head, Jake set his satchel on the steps, then headed that way.

  Reaching the blocked off room, Jake couldn't help the way his jaw sagged open in shock. His lover's desk had been pushed to one side, and all the books that had been on the bottom three shelves had been piled upon it. There were newspapers spread out on the floor as well as a kiddie pool in the corner. Towels curved around the exterior of the plastic, water-filled item, probably to offer extra stability as well as to soak up spilled water.

  However, Jake's gaze remained riveted on the animal placidly eating from a doggie-style bowl full of what appeared to be spinach and lettuce.

  "Devon?" Jake shouted, confusion mixing with alarm. "Why is there a goose in your office?"

  God, what a weird thing to ask.

  Jake heard Devon's slow, slightly awkward gait as his lover descended the stairs. His man had been in a car accident years before they'd met, and his knee and thigh were heavily scarred. While it limited Devon's mobility at times, Jake never found the man lacking in any way.

  Still, Jake couldn't seem to pull his attention away from the goose. When he'd hollered, the animal's head had jerked up. It began honking and heading toward Jake, so he backed up a few steps.

  He didn't know how long a goose's reach was, or if it was strong enough to get through the gate. Hell, for all Jake knew it could fly over the barrier. After all, it was a bird.

  "Hi, hon," Devon greeted, wrapping his arms around Jake from behind. He dipped his head and nuzzled Jake's neck with his soft goatee hair. "Welcome home."

  Jake tipped his head to the side, giving Devon more room. Resting his hands over his dark-skinned lover's strong forearms, he hummed appreciatively. As much as he loved the feel of Devon's facial hair teasing along his neck, even that couldn't distract Jake.

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nbsp; "Hi, Devon. Thanks." Then Jake returned to his original inquiry. "Why is there a goose in your office?"

  Devon chuckled, the sound deep and husky in a way that caused Jake's balls to tingle and his blood to flow south.

  Damn, my man does it for me.

  "Well, I want to cook a nice goose dinner for you, your fathers, and my family, but I couldn't find it at any of the local stores," Devon told him, his voice low, almost wary as he whispered the words into Jake's ear. "When I looked online, all the reputable sites were already sold out or wouldn't get it here by the twenty-third."

  "So... you bought a live one from somewhere?" Jake knew he sounded incredulous, but he couldn't help it.

  Devon rubbed his hands up and down Jake's stomach. "Yeah. I found a place an hour north that had a couple left and drove up there after work." Teasing his lips along the sensitive bit of flesh beneath Jake's ear, he crooned, "We only have to keep it in here for a couple of days. I'd originally planned to keep it outside, but then the snowstorm rolled in." Hugging Jake tight to his chest, Devon purred, "Please don't be mad, baby."

  Jake groaned as he sagged in Devon's embrace. As odd as finding a goose in Devon's office was, he couldn't gather any ire. His amazing man was just too sweet for words, trying to plan something special.

  "Not upset," Jake assured as he turned in Devon's hold. He lifted his arms and wound them around his lover's neck. Rocking his hips, Jake offered stimulus to his quickly hardening dick. Meeting Devon's concern-filled, deep-brown eyes, Jake smiled at his man. "Just a little unexpected."

  Devon's expression betrayed his relief. "Thanks, Jake."

  Without waiting for another word, Devon tightened his arms, dipped his head, and sealed his lips over Jake's.

  Jake moaned happily, immediately opening for his man. Coming home was often one of the highlights of his day. His partner always made certain to show how much he appreciated having him in his life.

  Kissing Devon back, Jake teased at his partner's tongue. The flavor of wine mixed with his man's natural taste burst across his senses. He delved deeper, wanting more.

  All the while, Jake rolled his hips, pressing his erection against the taller man's upper thigh. To his pleasure, he felt Devon's answering rod pushing into his lower abdominals. Groaning low in his throat, Jake slid his hands up Devon's neck and threaded his fingers between the tiny braids that ringed his man's head. He scratched at his partner's scalp, offering stimulus that he knew drove his lover wild.

  Devon broke the kiss on a groan. His dark eyes were slightly glazed, and his expression appeared hungry... feral, even. He lowered one large palm to Jake's ass and squeezed.

  "Playing with fire, Jake," Devon stated roughly. "Thought we were gonna trim the tree."

  Jake chuckled huskily as he rubbed his palms down Devon's neck, then his torso. Flicking his partner's nipples as he stroked downward, he murmured, "Don't worry. We'll get to that... later." Then he cupped Devon's erection and squeezed rhythmically. His partner's moan was music to his ears even as Jake teased, "Unless you don't want me to help with this."

  Bucking in Jake's hold, Devon shuddered. His nostrils flared, and he flicked his tongue out to lick his thick bottom lip. "I-I think we can put off trimming the tree," he stated, his voice deepening with his arousal in a way that Jake loved so damn much.

  Loving that he'd gotten to his man, Jake eased from his hold. He released Devon's cock only to rub his own provocatively. Then he flipped the button on his jeans, revealing his dick head, since he hadn't bothered with underwear that morning.

  Devon sucked in an appreciative-sounding breath as he began stalking after Jake, matching him step for step. Enjoying the look of need twisting his partner's features, he kept out of his man's reach as he continued to back up. With his fly completely open and his erection on clear display, Jake grabbed the hem of his polo shirt and whipped it over his head.

  Just as his shirt cleared his face, allowing him to see once more, Jake spotted Devon's lunge. He had no time to respond. His breath left him in a whoosh as Devon tackled him, and the pair tumbled onto the sofa.

  As soon as Devon lifted a little, Jake sucked in a swift breath, only to lose it again on a laugh. He reveled in the way his much bigger partner manhandled him, rolling him onto his stomach, then lifting him. In no time, Jake found himself draped over the back of the sofa.

  Jake moaned, rocking his hips, shivering upon feeling the cool leather against the hot skin of his erection. When Devon's hand smacked his ass, he whimpered. His abdominals clenched, and his prick jerked.

  "Stay still," Devon growled as he pushed Jake's pants halfway down his thighs. "Your ass is mine."

  While Jake wasn't one to drape himself over his lover's lap and accept a spanking like he'd seen in porn videos, he relished the manhandling and the occasional slap that came with it. Moaning, he trembled, doing his best to do as his lover ordered. Jake gripped the back of the sofa in a tight hold.

  "Please," Jake hissed. "Hurry!"

  Devon slid his hand down Jake's spine, massaging along his knobs. "God, Jake," he rumbled, his deep voice betraying his need. Reaching Jake's ass, Devon gripped one cheek and pulled it sideways. "Love seeing you like this."

  Then Devon teased his thumb over Jake's star. He felt the slight slick of lube and realized his lover had grabbed the tube of lube from under the sofa cushion. While he wasn't certain when he'd had time, Jake didn't care.

  All he wanted was Devon's cock in his body.

  Jake rocked into Devon's touch, unable to control himself. It still blew his mind how quickly his partner could ramp up his desire. Just a kiss or two, and his body always seemed ready to go.

  "Relax, Jake," Devon purred, teasing his thumb over Jake's muscled hole without entering. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."

  Devon slid his shaft between Jake's thighs, dampening them with the pre-cum oozing from his head. Peering down, Jake spotted the deep-brown crown appear and disappear between his legs. Every few thrusts, Devon would nudge Jake's balls, sending a delicious zing up his scrotum.

  As much as Jake loved the build-up, he wanted Devon's cock even more. Fortunately, after having lived together for so long, he'd learned how to push his man's buttons... and he wasn't above using a little manipulation to get his partner where he needed him. Arching his back, Jake began to beg.

  "Please, Devon. Please! I want you so badly. Give me your big, beautiful dick. I need you, need to feel you."

  Chapter Two

  Devon groaned low in his throat, knowing exactly what Jake was doing. Even so, he couldn't resist giving in to his pleading. It was just too damn sexy, and Jake's cries sent his own arousal firing through his veins.

  "You'll have me, Jake," Devon growled between clenched teeth as he rocked his hips back and aligned his dick. Pressing against his lover's stretched hole, he thrust forward. "Oh, love," Devon said on a moan. "So good, every fucking time."

  "Yeesssss," Jake hissed, doing his best to push back against him so Devon would fill him faster.

  Devon's heart rate spiked. He tightened his hold on Jake's hip as he slid deeper and deeper into his lover. Ever since they'd stopped using condoms the prior year, that first sink of his erection into Jake's tight, silky heat always took his breath away.

  Once Devon rested his groin against Jake's delectable mounds, he stretched out over his smaller lover. While the position was slightly uncomfortable on his damaged knee, he couldn't resist wrapping himself around the man. There was something about taking Jake over the sofa that brought out his primal urges---as if he were a stallion mounting a mare in heat.

  The way Jake begged with his words and body only intensified the feeling.

  With his cock sunk deep into the man who held his heart, Devon nibbled on the side of his neck. "You're mine, Jake," he growled. "Say it," he demanded before sucking on his earlobe.

  Jake moaned, and Devon felt the shudders that worked through the body beneath him.

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bsp; "Y-Yours," Jake gasped out. "All yours. Forever."

  Devon's heart swelled, surging with the love he felt for Jake. "Yes," he muttered. "All mine."

  Giving in to his primitive need, Devon eased his hips back, then thrust forward. He rutted faster and faster, driving into his partner's warm body. His cock twitched and throbbed within the confines of the younger man's chute.

  "Yes, yes, yes," Jake panted as he arched and rocked beneath Devon, meeting him move for move.

  The sweat of their bodies soaked through their shirts, filling the room with the delicious scent of male musk. Their groans, grunts, and growls were like the best music to Devon's ears. When he adjusted the angle of his ruts ever-so-slightly so he pegged Jake's gland on each rut instead of glancing over it, his lover's whimpering cries caused a tingle to zing down his spine.

  Reaching beneath him, Devon gripped Jake's jutting, swollen erection. He rubbed over the crown, drawing a whine from his lover, enjoying the feel of the damp head. Then he began jacking him in time with his thrusts.

  "Come for me," Devon demanded, squeezing and massaging his lover's dick. His own abdominals clenched as he struggled to hold off his need for release. "Now!"

  As if that was all Jake was waiting for, his command, he jolted and twitched. His erection pulsed in Devon's hold. His hot seed coated his fingers and the back of the sofa as it spurted from him.

  Between one heartbeat and the next, Devon followed. His balls tightened blissfully as his orgasm surged through him. Holding his lover tightly, Devon sucked on his neck as he gave himself over to the bliss-inducing endorphins pinging through him.

  When Devon's erection finally stopped pulsing, he moaned with satisfaction. "God, handsome." He sighed, licking at his man's neck and enjoying the flavor of his lover's salty skin. "So exquisite. Every time. Love you."