When Troy Brady is confronted by the angry Texan, he’s shocked to realise that Jack Farrell is his life-mate. No way! The dude’s wearing a white Stetson and cowboy boots. Jack might resemble the Lone Ranger, but sure as hell, Troy isn’t Tonto.
Jack is on a mission—to save his younger brother from making the mistake of his life, marrying an Aussie gal, Troy’s sister. Troy might be a gorgeous Aussie bloke, but Jack’s not going to fall in love… Especially because Troy isn’t exactly human—he’s a kangaroo shapeshifter. When Jack denies their mutual attraction, Troy does the only thing he can—kangaroo kicks Jack six feet into the air. Definitely not the way to start a relationship.
Well, they’ve tried talking, and fighting hasn’t helped, so it’s off to bed, to settle the problems face to face and get lost in lust. It’s Christmas Eve, so what better time than to indulge in a little naughty? But for Jack and Troy, a Christmas Naughty is just the beginning…
“Phew, where’ja learn to kiss like that, Tex?”
“YouTube. Very educational.” Jack laughed. “In cowboy land, all ya get is coyotes and internet. I chose internet.”
“Some of my best friends are coyotes.”
Troy laughed. “Gotcha, cowboy.”
“I ain’t a cowboy, Troy.”
“No, you just dress like one. Okay, so what do you do in Texas?”
“I’m a cop.” Jack grinned. “You said a while ago how much you loved a man in uniform. I got me a damn purrrrtty uniform.”
Troy stared, felt his face flush, horror warring with amusement at
Jack’s teasing. “You’re a cop?”
“With a purrrrtty uniform.”
“Stop the fuck doing that drawl thing. I can’t think straight.”
“That’s the idea, honey.”
Troy swallowed hard. The prick was a raging tease, calling him honey. Shit, if he called him that in the main street and Scotty and the other blokes heard—he’d never live it down. Aw fuck. Not gonna happen. Tex needed educating! He cleared his throat. “So, you got handcuffs and a gun?”
“Yes sirrrr, safe in my locker at HQ.”
“A cop, you’re a bloody cop!” He smiled at the possibilities of what games they could play. Cops and robbers—maybe. “You could arrest and handcuff me.”
“You’d like that?” Jack smiled, his gaze narrowed.
Before Troy knew what was happening Jack had grabbed him, flipping him face first onto the bed. Jack straddled him, his weight at the back of Troy’s thighs. Troy groaned, feeling the hot hard length of Jack’s cock, the hard balls against his buttocks.
“Hands behind your back, mister. Spread those legs.”
“What the…?” Troy began.