Can wishes come true? You bet—especially if Nick Kringle has anything to do with it.
He's definitely not your average guy. Nick Kringle has more than a touch of the supernatural about him and he's going to share his magic with down on his luck, Dylan West . Naturally, it helps that Nick thinks Dylan is super hot...
Make a Wish
#MMromance #gay erotic romance with a sparkle of magic
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Join the party with Dylan and Nick
Dylan
eyed the one and only invitation he’d received to a party that season. He’d found
it stuffed under his front door the week before. The top floor apartment was
holding a seasonal get-together that night. He sat with the scrambled eggs that
he’d cooked for dinner in front of him. The invitation lay open beside his plate.
I’ll go. It might cheer me up. There
might be someone there—a guy—a sexy, gentle, good-looking guy. Then he
laughed at himself—laughed at his continuous hope of meeting a man who would
love him.
Later
he pulled on Levis and a soft, dark-blue sweater. He went over the answers he’d
given to the interview questions, as he dressed, worrying he’d not given good
enough replies. All the same, Dylan told himself as he brushed his hair, he’d
tried, and they’d call him early the next morning with their verdict so there
was no long, drawn-out wait for disappointment.
He
brought a six-pack of beer with him to the party. It was all he had in the
fridge unopened. The young woman holding the party welcomed him and took the
beer happily. Dylan joined the crowd that packed the apartment living room.
Another young woman he’d seen in the building’s lobby brought a range of colored
Jell-O shots on a tray to him.
“Strawberry,
lime, and blackcurrant vodka. Take your pick.” She smiled as she twirled the
tray around to show off each flavor.
Dylan
shook his head with a smile. “I can’t drink vodka, but thanks. I was hoping to
get a beer.”
The
girl took his hand. “Come this way, sweetie pie.” She flashed him a sexy look.
She brought him to a table laden with food, and at one end, misty bottles of
beer. “They’re cold, but I don’t expect they’ll stay that way around you.” She
flirted with him.
Dylan
gave her a gentle smile. He couldn’t encourage her when what he needed was the
feel of a man’s hard body and a kiss that blanketed him in masculinity.
“Thanks.” He picked up a bottle and the opener that lay on the festive
tablecloth. With the opened beer in his hand, he drifted away to gaze out of
the window. Beyond lay the city where swathes of lights sent their aura into
the sky and hid the stars.
Someone
changed the Christmas music to a dance beat and people spun, leaped, and
gyrated to the rhythm.
Dylan
looked on from the corner. The place buzzed with the excitement of people
determined to have a good time.
Then
he saw the hostess. She had her arm linked with that of Nick Kringle and pulled
him into the throng of people. In the other hand, she brandished a huge bottle
of champagne. A red ribbon around the neck of the bottle streamed behind them
as they danced among the partygoers until Nick saw him. Dylan’s heart gave a giant
thump and then raced as Nick’s eyes locked with his.
Dylan
couldn’t look away. Nick gazed at him with unconcealed interest. A ripple of
happiness went over Dylan. Nick said something to the hostess and left her. He
walked toward Dylan purposefully, his muscled body radiating sex. Dylan’s
stomach muscles instantly tightened, and his cock jerked.
Nick
stopped just about toe to toe with Dylan.
“Hi.
What happened to your car?” His pupils widened, darkening his ice-blue eyes.
Dylan
soaked up the sight. He is attracted to
me. “I left it by the roadside until the morning. I couldn’t face standing
in the cold waiting for a tow truck.”
Nick’s
eyes filled with sympathy. “You might find it gone tomorrow. It might get towed
by the city.”
Dylan
shrugged. “The way I feel right now, I wish it would.”
“What
else do you wish for, Dylan?” Nick’s voice was low and sexy.
The
question, combined with the scorching look Nick gave him, sent a shock of
tingling desire all the way through Dylan’s body. He knew right then they’d
connect sexually for sure, sooner or later. He hoped it would be sooner. The
words that formed in his mind weren’t to be spoken—hot sex, your cock, your ice-blue eyes gazing on me and your hard body
rammed against mine, fucking hell—you…
Nick’s
expression grew tender. “You know you’re standing under a huge bunch of mistletoe?”
Dylan’s
entire body tensed as a wave of desire burned over him. He couldn’t tear his
gaze away from Nick’s mouth. The way Nick moved even closer to him captured him
in a web of attraction. Unbidden, a sigh of pleasure escaped him.
Nick
trapped him, placing a hand on the wall over Dylan’s shoulder as he leaned in.
He murmured as he closed the gap between their faces, “Hey, I think you’re
gorgeous. Don’t be afraid. I want your
kiss. I want to kiss you.”
Nick’s
lips touched Dylan’s, soft, tender, searching.
Dylan’s
breath left him. His sexual hunger surged and he pushed his arms around Nick’s
neck, pulling him close to kiss him hard, and then linger in a shower of
kisses—kiss after kiss, until his cock strained against his jeans and his ass
clenched.
Nick
drew away to look into Dylan’s eyes. “Fucking hell, I want you badly. Is there
somewhere we can go?”
Dylan
couldn’t believe his ears. He couldn’t resist. If he only got this night he’d
take it. He needed this delicious man’s hands all over him. Lust reduced him to
mush.
“I
live two floors down. We can go there … if you want.”
Nick’s
breath teased on Dylan’s lips as he answered. “I want. Oh yeah, I want. I want
you naked with your cock pounding in my ass. I want your perfect lips around my
cock. I want to kiss you breathless. Lead the way.”
Dylan
doubted he could walk. With his thighs weak from the effect Nick’s words had on
him, he made a move to step around Nick’s body. His hand brushed on Nick’s
groin. A gasp flew from his mouth as he felt Nick’s massive hard column beneath
the fabric of his pants. He whipped his head around to look into Nick’s eyes.
Nick’s
expression surprised him. Love shone from the ice-blue gaze.
Dylan
experienced a profound happiness. Guys in his past had never looked at him that
way. Only lust and desire had burned in their eyes.
Nick
grabbed his hand.
Dylan
brought him into the corridor. “Let’s take the stairs.” A silence fell between
them that sparked and crackled with sexual tension as their shoulders touched,
and Nick tightened his grip on Dylan’s hand.
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