CB stretched out on the deck chair, the sun pouring down on him. This whole cruise-for-Christmas tradition was vaguely amazing. Food, sleep, sex, and sunshine. He approved.
"Babe, you want to go horseback riding on our excursion?"
He cracked an eye, lips twisting. "Only if you want Santa to bring his favorite medical man an ice pack and pain pills instead of blow jobs…"
"Ah. Right. Sit on the beach and drink margaritas?"
That was better. "Ho ho ho."
CB and Jonesy’s story is in Give It Time.