Excerpts
Sex, Lies and Wedding Bells
Excerpt 1
Excerpt 2
A Heat.Seeking.Missile
Excerpt
The Sweetest Christmas
Excerpt 1
Excerpt 2
A Heat.Seeking.Missile
"My cock is a heat. Seeking. Missile,"
Cory said, pausing between the words for maximum effect.
Nate's eyes flew open and he looked at Cory, who
sat shirtless on the couch next to him, tiny rivulets of sweat dripping between
the well-defined muscles on Cory's chest while damp dark-blond bangs clung to
his forehead.
Cory had a huge grin on his face and one hand in
his lap, rubbing himself, but his face was still turned towards the television
in front of them. Nate could see the outline of Cory's hardening cock through
the thin green fabric of his gym shorts and blinked. This was not
happening.
"And you are fucking hot, Nate."
Cory's voice was low and sexy, and full of unsaid promises. Nate wasn't sure
how many times he'd imagined Cory saying something like that to him. Hundreds? That might cover it, Nate
thought with some embarrassment. It really wasn't cool to have such a crush on
your closest friend.
Nate closed his eyes again for a few seconds, maybe
a minute. When he opened them again Cory was still on the couch, with the
newspaper in his lap, working on the Sunday crossword puzzle with a red
felt-tip pen.
"What did you just say?" Nate
asked, still pretty sure it had all been a mirage, or a hallucination, or something.
He and Cory were just friends, had been since they
day they'd met six months earlier in the cafeteria of the software company they
both worked for--two Texas boys transplanted into what seemed like alien
territory for them. They were pretty close--but regretfully, not that
kind of friends. Of course Nate would like it to be more. Half the time they
were together Nate had to keep himself from imagining what it would be like to
run his hands along Cory's muscular chest, feel the powerful arms around him,
the soft pink lips crushing his. He just didn't get any vibes from Cory that he
wanted to be anything more than friends, and Nate wasn't about to make the
first move. Nate wasn't in the closet, but he didn't make a habit of sharing
his sex life with co-workers, and while he was almost certain Cory was gay,
too, their conversations had somehow never touched on dating.
