A holiday he'll always remember...

Two years have passed since Kyle accepted Tracy and Eric Dawson’s ring and swore to love them forever. Kyle enjoys keeping his lovers warm as they prepare for the holidays and wait for their summer commitment ceremony.

But when the Dawsons suggest holding the ceremony on New Year’s Eve instead, Kyle hesitates. Tracy and Eric’s parties are legendary, but a lavish ceremony isn’t his style.

When his landscaping trucks are vandalized, Kyle fears he’s being targeted for his polyamorous lifestyle. Can Kyle keep Tracy and Eric safe, and will they finally get their Happily Ever After?

The Landscaper’s Christmas is an MMF erotic romance and is book 5 in The Landscaper series. Click here to purchase books 1-4.

Publisher: Summer Night Publishing


The woman I loved more than life trembled beneath me. Tracy’s dark hair was splayed over the pillow, and her lips were swollen with my kisses. The scent of lube, candles, and aroused woman filled the air.

I’d spent the last hour kissing her, licking her pussy, and making her scream. The sheets were soaked, and her body trembled from her last orgasm.

I swiped my aching cock against her slick opening, shaking with desire.

“Kyle,” she whispered. “Please.”

This was our last night alone. Eric was coming home tomorrow from a business trip, but all thoughts of Eric Dawson drifted from my mind as his wife wrapped her legs around me.

One shift of my hips and I’ll be inside her. She was so soft and wet and ready, digging her nails into my shoulders and lifting her pelvis.


“Please, what?” I licked the tender spot beneath her ear.

“Love me,” she said. “Please love me.”

“I do. I love you so much, it hurts.”

I told Tracy I loved her every day, but did she really know? Did she hear how my breath caught when she slid her fingers over my hand? Did she notice how I came right home from work just to pull her into my arms?

I pulled back a little, then sank into her heat with one deep thrust.

We gasped, holding each other as her body adjusted. I made shallow thrusts, bumping my shaft against her swollen clit. I loved how her breasts shifted against my chest, and her breathing turned to little gasps that made my balls clench.

“Kyle. Harder.”

I pushed up on my hands and drove into her, and her legs tightened as she urged me on. Sweat dripped down my cheek. I closed my eyes, loving the hot clasp of her pussy.

“Yes!” she cried. “Oh, yes!”

My hips bumped against hers, and the headboard banged against the wall.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

God, I loved fucking her in this king-sized bed.

Eric’s bed.

A wave of guilt trickled up my spine, but I pushed it away and concentrated on making Tracy come.

Thump thump thump.

“Feels. So. Good.” My heart thundered. “So fucking good!”

She clenched her pussy in tight pulses.

“Not gonna last if you keep that up,” I warned.

She did it again, and I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back. Her cries grew louder and her tits bounced. Her cheeks turned red, and a few strands of damp hair stuck to her forehead. She was so fucking sexy, and tonight she was all mine.

Thump. Thumpthumpthumpthump.

Tracy’s back arched, and her nails dug into my arms. Just a few more seconds…


She let out a scream, bucking against me, and we came together hard, pulsing and moaning. We knew each other’s bodies well enough to be in sync. Her orgasm was long, and I ground against her, helping to draw it out as I came. When we finished, I lowered myself on shaky arms. Putting her hands on my face, she kissed me, our bodies still locked together.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too.”

Cradling her head in my hands, I studied her pretty brown eyes. I’d memorized the curve of her long, dark lashes. The angle of her jaw. The way her eyebrows raised when she laughed or furrowed when we argued.

I wondered if the spark would cool over time, but more than two years later, it seemed stronger than ever. I wanted her more every day. We had a blast living together, fucking and laughing.

And Eric… the fire grew hotter with him, too. We made love to Tracy together, working hard to give her all the pleasure and love she needed.

I fell for Tracy first, but Eric Dawson held a big piece of my heart. He showed me how to love another man, and how two men could love the same woman.

When my cock softened, I pulled out and laid beside her. Tracy was stunning after sex with her messy hair, flushed skin, and sexy smile.

“Damn, that was good,” I said.

I put my left hand on her stomach, and Tracy touched the gold band on my finger. Eric slipped it on my finger during our vacation to Hawaii two years ago, when the Dawsons asked me to be with them forever.

I remembered Tracy’s hair blowing in the wind, her white dress fluttering around her tanned legs. Running my fingers through Eric’s salt-and-pepper hair. His green eyes filling with tears. I remembered the surprise, the happiness, and the love as we kissed and embraced on the sand.

“I miss him,” she said, reading my mind.

“Me, too.”

The lucky bastard was in Florida while we froze our asses off in Vermont. The yard was covered in two feet of snow, and the temperature was below freezing. A storm was brewing, and I worried about Eric’s flight being delayed. Tracy was anxious to start our Christmas traditions and finalize the details for the big New Year’s Eve party… and start planning our commitment ceremony.

“Only six months,” she said, squeezing my hand. “I can’t wait.”

My stomach fluttered, and not in a good way. The commitment ceremony was set for June. We talked about it for months, but I dragged my feet about setting a date, telling them I didn’t need a ceremony to prove I loved them.

I finally said yes, and Tracy started making calls. The planning grew in size and scope until my stomach churned. I loved the Dawsons more than anything, but I wasn’t a fan of their big, fancy shindigs. They had tons of friends and family to invite.

I had friends, but my parents didn’t speak to me, something that depressed me during the holidays. I pointed out the amount of work it would take to have the big New Year’s party, then our ceremony just six months later, but Tracy didn’t care. She loved planning and hosting parties.

“I gotta clean up,” I said.

Kissing her cheek, I climbed out of bed, avoiding her gaze. She could read my emotions, and I didn’t want her to know I was having second thoughts. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.


I needed to speak up before things got out of hand. Hell, it was already out of hand. Tracy was ordering flowers and a caterer for the ceremony. At first, she said we could do something small, but plans quickly grew to include dozens of guests and a DJ. 

The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint them. Did we really need all the fuss? I didn’t need anything fancy.

I got into the shower and rubbed shampoo into my hair, running conversations through my head.

Guys, I gotta tell you something…


I love you both, but…

It sounded like I was breaking up with them, but that’s not what I wanted. I was theirs forever—I took their ring, and I meant it—but something deep inside made me think I didn’t deserve their love and kindness.

Tracy came into the bathroom, opened the shower door, and turned on the second shower head. I loved the roomy shower with the dual heads and glass doors. It was made for fucking, and we’d made full use of it over the past few days.

I turned to face her. Tracy wet her hair, water droplets dripping over her breasts.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “You got up so fast.”

I finished rinsing my hair and wrapped my arms around her. She relaxed in my arms, and I pressed a kiss on her mouth. I usually liked to lounge in bed and hold her after sex. She kissed me, and we drifted apart to finish showering.

“I’m fine.” I tried to keep my voice light. “Is Eric calling tonight?”

“He just texted and said he’s back in his room.”

We finished showering and dried off, standing side by side. I watched Tracy in the mirror as she combed out her long hair and rubbed lotion on her face. Tracy loved makeup and doing her hair, but I liked seeing her bare face and wet hair after a shower.

She slid into a pair of silky white pajamas, then followed me into the bedroom. I pulled on a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt. It was too damned cold to go naked, even in the warm house. We climbed onto the bed.

Tracy tied her hair up in a ponytail. “You’re a bad boy, making love to me in this bed.”

I turned on Tracy’s laptop and connected to Eric. 

“Don’t worry, he’ll get over it.”

We had rules and boundaries. Some were hard rules, and some rules were meant to be broken. Technically I wasn’t allowed to fuck Tracy in the master bedroom while Eric was away—unless I wanted to be punished.

And oh yes, I wanted to be punished.

A few seconds later, Eric’s handsome face appeared on the screen, and heat spread through my chest. I missed those green eyes and that chiseled jawline.

“Hey,” Eric’s warm voice filled the room. “Damn, I miss you both.”

Tracy smiled, tiny dimples popping out on her cheeks. I loved the goofy-eyed look she gave her husband. They were so in love.

“We miss you, too,” she said. “I’m glad you’re coming home tomorrow.”

“Looking good, Dawson.”

He gave me a small, sexy wink, his gaze taking in my face and chest. He was still in his white dress shirt, but he started to slowly unbutton it. Eric looked around, taking in the rumpled sheets.

“Messy bed. Wet hair. Flushed cheeks.” He smirked. “So obvious.”

“Congratulations, detective,” I said. “Now get your ass back here so you can join us.”

His deep laugh rumbled through the speaker, warming me to my toes. We talked about work and the weather. When Tracy yawned, we said our goodbyes. She blew a kiss, and Eric blew one back. I put my hand on the screen, and Eric touched his screen.

Corny as hell, but I loved it.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said. “I love you.”

My chest ached with love for Tracy and Eric. They’d invited me into their home, sharing every part of their lives with me. They made me feel so loved and accepted, I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

And the sex…

Mind-blowing, wet, toe-curling sex in every position, with fingers, toys, blindfolds, and a little spanking.

I didn’t know what good sex was until I met Tracy and Eric. Heaven was lying in a soft bed while they kissed and stroked and sucked me, making me come so hard, I nearly passed out.

My cock started coming to life again.

Tracy turned off the computer and put it aside. Turning off the lamp, I joined her under the covers. She nestled into my arms, and I inhaled the fresh scent of her citrus shampoo.

“Eric will punish you for tonight. Wish I could watch.”

Eric wouldn’t allow Tracy to watch our little reunion. After a business trip, he’d spend the night with Tracy, claiming her body again. The next day or two, he’d march into my bedroom, shut the door, and show me all the ways he missed me.

My skin tingled as I imagined Eric’s strong hands on me. His long fingers tying a blindfold over my eyes. Spanking me hard. Scolding me about fucking Tracy in his bed. He’d push me to my knees and drag his thick cock across my lips.

“Damn,” I said. “I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

“Get some rest. You’ll need it.”

Tracy laid her head on my chest and draped her arm across my waist. The wind blew harder, making the house creak. Beneath the blankets, our body heat kept us warm.

“I’m sure there’s a nice, long shower in your future,” she said. “And a good spanking.”

I grinned and hugged her tight.

I couldn’t wait.

Reviews:Fiona on Goodreads wrote:

"...This book should not be missed..."

Sandass on Amazon wrote:

"Oh how I loved being with this sexy trio again. I love all of them.
Thank you, author Stone, for giving them a few more months of life..."

Melanie S on Goodreads wrote:

"I'm so glad to catch up with Eric, Tracey, and Kyle - my favorite menage a trois...In the end, Kyle finds himself surrounded by all the love he has been missing, from lovers, friends, family, and community. It's an HEA like he never dreamed possible. Don't miss this beautifully written Alt/holiday love story - author Robin Stone's spicy, warm, and sweet gift to menage romance fans everywhere."