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told him he felt things far too soon.
“I-I mean—”
Wod’s finger at his lips stopped his words. “Shhh. I think I love you too.”
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Lon’s mouth fell open, but Wod kissed it anyway. The bigger man drew him
close, chests pressed together, sweaty skin sliding. He laughed softly as he tucked
Lon’s head under his chin. “I plan to keep you close so we can both make sure.”
Lon smiled and did his best to snuggle nearer. “It’s a plan.”
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Epilogue
Lon swung open Wod’s front door before Bok even finished knocking. Bok
stumbled back a few steps on the porch, mouth hanging open.
“No
way
!”
Lon threw back his head laughing, knowing exactly what he looked like.
Thoroughly and absolutely debauched. He wore Wod’s oversized shirt over last
night’s pants and no shoes. His hair was loose and probably somewhat tangled, and
he’d made sure that the collar of Wod’s shirt draped open just enough to reveal the
love bite that adorned his neck.
“Did you bring it?”
Giggling, Bok held up a plain brown sack.
“All right, you.” A strong arm circled Lon’s waist from behind and pulled him
up against a hard chest and steely thighs. “You’ve had your fun. Get inside.”
Bok’s green eyes blinked myopically over Lon’s shoulder. “Wow. It really is
you.”
“It’s my house. Shouldn’t it be me?” Wod pulled Lon clear of the doorway.
“Come on in.”
Lon squirmed, squeezing Wod’s arm as his best friend passed them by. He
grinned over his shoulder to see Wod’s patient smile. His lover shook his head
slightly, then graced the tip of Lon’s nose with a kiss before releasing him. “Go,”
Wod prompted, patting him on his rear.
Happily, he skipped farther into the room, following Bok to the dining table.
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“You weren’t specific on what you wanted,” Bok began, upending the bag over
the table to spill out its contents. “So I just brought a variety.”
Lon’s eyes got big. Bok had brought
far
more toys than he’d thought.
“Well, well.” Wod purred, his eyes on the brightly colored sex toys that littered
his table. “You are every bit the magician Lon said you are.”
Lon bit his lip and stuck his finger through a plastic ring, lifting to find that it
was attached to a string of bright pink beads of various sizes. “Um, maybe this
wasn’t such a good idea.”
Wod hefted a pair of fur-lined cuffs. “This was an
excellent
idea.”
“Knock-knock,” called a voice from the front door. It reopened to admit none
other than Rom. “Am I interrupting?”
“Not yet,” Wod called, hardly taking his attention from Bok’s bounty.
Both of the smaller men watched, agape, as Dasher himself crossed to the
table. Bok nudged Lon, but Lon could only give him big eyes and shake his head.
He’d called Bok but didn’t remember Wod calling Rom.
Rom’s eyes took on a feral gleam when he saw what was before them. “Merry
Christmas! What have we here?”
Lon turned back to the table, to see Wod leering at him across the pile of toys.
“Did I forget to mention that Rom often stops by on Sixth Day for lunch?”
Lon gaped, then glared. So
that’s
why he’d suggested they get dressed. Calling
Bok had been a distraction. “You did forget to mention it.”
Wod shrugged, trailing what looked like a pearl necklace through his fingers.
“Sorry about that.”
Lon squeaked when Rom’s arm slid around his shoulders. “I’m
so
glad you two
hooked up.” Rom even kissed his cheek. “Judging from the spread here, it looks like
you’ll do Wod a world of good.”
“They’re not mine!” Lon protested, backing away from Rom’s arm and the
table. He pointed at Bok. “
He
brought them.”
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Without Lon between them, Rom’s attention fell on Bok. Bok just stared. No,
he gulped.
Rom grinned and held out his hand. “I’m Rom.”
An ecstatic smile crested Bok’s face, and he gripped Rom’s hand. “I know. I’m
Bok. I work in acquisitions.”
Rom’s eyes lit up. “
Do
you now?” He glanced at the table. “Oh, wait, I’ve heard
of you. I’ve gotten to benefit from some of your acquisitions.”
Distracted by the weird conversation going on in front of him, Lon didn’t
realize that Wod had circled around behind him until his lover’s arm circled his
shoulders. “You think they’ll make a couple?”
“What? Oh. No. Bok likes girls.”
They watched their friends bend over the pile of toys, completely forgetting
anyone else was in the room.
Wod nuzzled behind Lon’s ear. “If you say so.”
It was not remotely difficult for Lon to tune out Bok and Rom. He’d been
looking forward to introducing Bok to Wod, but Wod had already discovered lovely
ways to distract him. He leaned back and tilted his head to give Wod further access
to his neck and was not disappointed by the lush attention his skin received. He
frowned when Wod stopped. “Hey.”
Wod chuckled. “We have an audience.”
Lon opened his eyes to see two grinning faces watching them.
“Don’t stop on our account,” Rom encouraged.
Bok nodded eagerly, making his green hair spill over half his face.
“Not a chance.” Wod took Lon’s hand and led him to the table. “This one’s all
mine for a while.” He set his palms on the table and surveyed the toys. “Now, before
we go down to lunch, help us choose some toys appropriate for reindeer games.”
Loose Id Titles by Jet Mykles
Fox and Dragon
Just for You
One for the Team
Reindeer Games
Snagged
Sursein Judgment
Tech Support
Two Man Team
The DARK ELVES Series
Taken
Mastered
Dissent
Salvation
Discovery
Awakening
The HEAVEN SENT Series
Heaven
Purgatory
Hell
Faith
Genesis
Revelations
The INDIGO KNIGHTS Series
Squire
INTERLUDES
(featuring characters from the
Heaven Sent
series)
Pretty Red Ribbon
Sexy Spring Surprise
Fiesty Little Firecracker
Sly Spectral Trick
The LEASHED Series
“
Leashed 1: Two for One Deal
”
Part of the anthology
Howl,
with Raine Weaver & Jeigh Lynn
Leashed 2: More Than a Bargain
Leashed 3: The Lion’s Share
“
Spiritual Noelle
”
(A Sister “Leashed” Story)
Part of the anthology
Rated: X-mas,
With Rachel Bo and Barbara Karmazin
Jet Mykles
As far back as junior high, Jet used to write sex stories for friends involving
their favorite pop icons of the time. To this day, she hasn’t stopped writing sex,
although her knowledge on the subject has vastly improved.
An ardent fan of fantasy and science fiction sagas, Jet prefers to live in a world
of imagination where dragons are real, elves are commonplace, vampires are just
people with special diets and lycanthropes live next door. In her own mind, she’s the
spunky heroine who gets the best of everyone and always attracts the lean,
muscular lads. She aids this fantasy with visuals created through her other
obsession: 3D graphic art. In this area, as in writing, Jet’s self-taught and
thoroughly entranced, and now regularly uses this art to illustrate her stories or her
stories to expand upon her art.
