“Come on. You can do this.” She’d won the one-winged sack race three years in a row. This should be sprite’s play.
Maybe she needed Tinker Bell and some of the faerie dust she was always sprinkling around.
No!
She would not stoop to such nonsense. No need to complicate something simple. Flutter the wings, stand on the balls of her feet, rock back to her heels, roll forward, and push off.
“Wheee,” she cried out, flying on a wavering course toward her friend. Her landing was far from graceful since it took a bit of effort to figure out which Moon to land on. She saw two, after all.
She came to rest on the lower curve of the pale crescent in the sky, stumbling slightly but righting herself with a quick flutter of powerful wings. Flipping her hair back out of her face, she tried to make it look like she’d meant to fly that way.
“Good evening, Serena,” Moon said in a deep, rumbling voice.
Did she detect a bit of a chuckle at the end of his greeting? Serena squinted at the moon, which actually helped, making the two moons meld into one.
“You seem troubled tonight. Would you like to talk, little one?”
“Cheers, Moon!” She spoke in a joyous tone, not at all the result of the wine. Ha! “I’d like to make a wish, if I may.”
He was silent for a long moment, giving her a thoughtful appraisal. “I don’t recall you ever having made a wish to me.”
She smiled at the wizened old man. “Yes, this will be the first.”
“Then let me offer some advice, my Fae friend.” Moon’s voice quieted to barely a whisper as he cautioned, “Be careful what you wish for because it might come true.”
She nodded. “Thank you. I will, for I know precisely what I want.”
Moon winked at her. “Then make your wish.”
Be specific, she silently reminded herself, taking a moment to sort out the words before voicing her desires out loud.
“I wish to awaken in a realm unlike this one. A place with many amazing delights just waiting to be discovered by a curious faerie, such as myself. A place where two strong and loving males wait for me. Together, we will form an unbreakable triad with our love and burning passion, finding happiness within each other’s embrace. A province where I’ll remind them to believe in the faefolk, thus ensuring our continued survival.”
Moon remained quiet for a long time after she stopped speaking then gave her a thoughtful nod. “A grand wish indeed, Serena. And now it’s time for you to rest.”
His breath wafted against her face in a warm caress, and the sands of sleep filled her eyes, dragging down the now heavy lids. A drunken hiccup escaped her lips as she fell under Moon’s spell.
“Sleep well and dream big, beautiful Serena. The light of morn will reveal if your wish deserved to be granted.”
With a blink of his eye, Serena gently floated back to her perch high above the forest where she would spend the night, head filled with fantastic images of her heart’s desire, and her heart consumed by hope that, upon waking, those cravings would be realized.
Moon gazed down on the brave and noble faerie. “You have taken the fate of an entire realm on your slender shoulders, little one. You are pure of heart and have asked for more than your own happiness, a grand aspiration indeed.”
He sighed. “I’ll be watching over you. Good luck, my friend.”
Chapter Two
Brady Prophet sensed his lover’s heated gaze from across the crowded room. He looked away from the group of friends with whom he’d been talking, zeroing in on Trevor with unerring accuracy. The deep connection they shared was a little spooky at times. He detected Trevor’s attention whenever focused on him. And when Trevor’s hungry gaze slid over him, Brady felt it as tangibly as a physical caress.
From the dark expression on his lover’s handsome face and the set of his square jaw, he knew Trevor had long ago lost interest in the party. The time had come to make their excuses and head home.
With an almost imperceptible nod, he began working his way toward the door. He was more than ready to get Trevor alone. To let his fingers glide through Trevor’s spiky blond hair while pulling him in close for a scorching hot kiss. To feel Trevor’s warm lips sucking his cock deep into his mouth. Or better yet, those big hands spreading his ass cheeks and Trevor plunging his tongue into Brady’s ass.
His cock stirred to life, rising against his zipper as his sphincter spasmed. Damn! If he wanted to get out of here without embarrassing either of them, he needed to stop thinking about sex.
Trevor and Brady were total opposites and yet a perfect fit nonetheless. Standing an even six feet, Trevor was only an inch shorter than him. That was where the similarities started and stopped. Like two sides of a coin, Trevor was light to Brady’s dark, a calm presence to balance his wild streak.
Brady watched his lover slip through the crowd, moving with easy grace, pausing here and there to make his goodbyes. So fucking sexy.
With the combination of his sparkling sapphire eyes and golden coloring, Trevor literally glowed. The consummate businessman, he had the outgoing, confident personality needed to close big ticket deals. Most of the time, he remained upbeat and charming, although when worried about Brady, he’d become hard and unforgiving. He felt right at home in impeccable, elegant suits tailored to fit his stocky football player’s body. A gorgeous man, incredible lover, and giving person. Brady’s dream come true.
Both men had previously dabbled in various types of relationships—heterosexual and homosexual—finding the most pleasure with each other. Realizing they belonged together hadn’t taken long, and powerful desire had quickly grown into enduring love.
Their lives bordered on being perfect. Both successful in their careers, neither lacked for material things. Their house is the suburbs was comfortable and spacious. And yet Brady still sensed there was something missing. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on yet deeply feeling the lack of all the same. A glaring hole in the life they’d built. One Trevor wasn’t prepared to acknowledge.
As they met in the foyer, Brady helped Trevor into his double-breasted wool coat before slipping into his own battered leather jacket.
“Nice party. But I can think of much more exciting things to do,” Trevor whispered in his ear.
Intertwining their fingers, they walked down the quiet street to Trevor’s Tesla. While Brady preferred the thrill of zooming along with his powerful motorcycle between his legs, he appreciated riding in the comfort of the warm sedan on such a chilly evening.
“The first thing I’m going to do when we get home is strip you out of those clothes,” Trevor promised, his gaze dark with hunger.
“Hmm…what will you do second?”
He flashed a big, sultry grin. “Drag you into the shower.” Trevor winked. “Want to know what I have planned after that?”
Brady shook his head. “Nope, by the time you close the shower door, I’ll have your cock down my throat.”
Their verbal foreplay never failed to get both of them hot and ready. No matter how many times they made love, neither became sated. The sex just got better and better.
To his credit, Trevor only fumbled around for a moment before hitting the correct button on the key fob to disengage the alarm and locks. While he hurried to get into the car and start the engine, Brady played it cool, taking his sweet time opening the door and settling himself in the seat, knowing it would drive his lover crazy. He left the door open, toying with the seatbelt until Trevor’s patience wore thin.
“Close the damn door,” he demanded, “before I fuck you right here in the car.”
Brady’s robust laughter filled the small space. “Now you’re taking a page out of my wickedest fantasies. But you won’t follow through.”
“Ha!” Trevor said in triumph. “I thought your most depraved fantasies involved ménages.”
Now he’d done it. Brady slammed the door as vivid images of all the delightful ways three people could come together flooded his
oversexed mind. He’d imagined bringing a woman into the mix but hadn’t found one who would be a good match. It would take a spirited and daring woman to keep up with both men. A naughty woman not afraid to dabble in the taboo and kinky.
“Mmm…yes,” Brady moaned. “Ménage a trois and sex in public places, two of my favorite things.”
Glancing up at the clear night sky through the windshield, he gazed at the crescent moon surrounded by flickering stars. On impulse, Brady wished for a vibrant woman who’d finally make their lives complete.
True to form, Brady began humming the annoying melody from My Favorite Things.
Following his sexy lover’s gaze, Trevor Richardson stared up at the night sky.
Please send us the woman Brady needs to be happy and content.
The knowledge that he wasn’t enough for Brady tore out a little more of his heart each day. Before long, there wouldn’t be anything left.
Even knowing Brady baited him, he couldn’t resist taking surreptitious glances at him as the tease moaned and rubbed at the hard bud of a nipple through his shirt, shifting restlessly in the seat. The more Trevor tried to ignore him and concentrate on the road, the harder the task, and he, became.
Chestnut-brown hair, espresso-brown eyes, and skin bearing the cinnamon tones of Native American ancestors, Brady was one sexy sight to behold. His body was all sleek, lean muscle, and he was most comfortable in paint-spattered jeans and cotton T-shirts. His often edgy, brooding temperament went right along with his profession as an artist.
What Trevor wouldn’t give to be as bold and daring as Brady, whose ravenous appetite for pushing sexual boundaries and dabbling in the extreme were insatiable. And talk about hot. A brief look was all it took to elevate Trevor’s heart rate and send all his blood rushing to his already throbbing cock.
After shedding his jacket, Brady reclined the seat. One hand made leisurely work of slipping free the buttons of his long-sleeved shirt—his idea of dressing up—while the other stroked in a slow and easy rhythm over the prominent bulge filling out his jeans. When the shirt fell open, he began to tug at the gold bar piercing his right nipple until it swelled and darkened to a deep shade of burgundy. The wolf head tattooed on his left pec shifted with each movement.
Lord, if he kept up the merciless teasing, Brady just might find his wish for public sex coming true. It wasn’t like Trevor had any sexual hang-ups. He just couldn’t imagine the complete mortification of being arrested for public exposure, lewd conduct, or whatever an imaginative cop could decide to charge them with if discovered making love in a public place.
A harsh moan escaped Brady’s lips, drawing Trevor’s concentration from the road again. The hand that had been playing on the outside of Brady’s pants slipped beneath the waistband to palm his hard cock.
“Aw, fuck,” Trevor groaned. “Are you trying to make me crash the car?” Holding the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip with both hands, he gritted his teeth and tried in vain to focus.
“Only if it would get you to stop driving and let me have you,” Brady taunted.
Trevor glared over at Brady, but the sight that met his eyes almost stopped his heart. The shameless tease had opened his pants and held his gorgeous shaft in a tight fist, stroking slow and easy. In the soft glow cast by the street lights, he saw a bead of pre-cum glistening on the bulbous crown.
Christ, there was no way they’d make it back to the house now. He salivated for a taste of the salty fluid. He wanted to take Brady’s cock as far down his throat as possible, trace his tongue over the thick veins and nibble on the soft head. He ached to feel the thick organ swell with impending release and hear Brady’s husky moans while relishing every drop of his delicious reward as it shot down his throat.
Jerking the steering wheel to the right, he crossed two lanes of traffic and elicited a symphony of honking horns from other drivers before bringing the car to a stop in an empty parking lot.
Brady just laughed, the devil.
Heat surged through his body and his blood neared the boiling point. His pulse raced, and he had to wipe sweaty palms on his trousers before leaning over and grabbing Brady by his shirt, pulling him close. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he complained, then clamped his lips over his lovers in a soul-searing kiss.
Nervous excitement flooded his system with an adrenaline high. He didn’t want to think about getting caught or someone seeing them, but he had to have Brady. Now. To hell with foreplay or allowing the sexual tension to build. It was already sky-high.
When the kiss broke apart, they were both panting for air. Trevor had to feel the silky hardness of his lover filling his mouth. The masculine power of Brady’s hot shaft fucking his face. Lowering his head and leaning over the console, he opened wide and sucked in Brady’s cock, not stopping until the crown hit the back of his throat and his lips closed around the thick root. Brady’s heady taste and musky scent exploded over his tongue making his own cock pulse with need.
“Oh yeah,” Brady hissed. “Suck me hard.”
Easing up instead, Trevor allowed his tongue to explore the ultra-soft flesh of the supple crown before gliding along the sensitive ridge. Latching his teeth onto the piercing that ran from under the ridge and through the glans, he tugged until Brady cried out. The gratifying sounds of pleasure had Trevor redoubling his efforts.
Knowing the effect dirty talk had on him, Brady kept up a running commentary of what he wanted and how he felt. Hearing the explicit details made Trevor ravenous. He put everything he had into pleasing the man he loved.
“That’s so fucking good,” Brady said in a raspy tone. “Your mouth is so hot and wet. Every time your lips slide up my cock, I can feel the fierce pull of your sucking all the way into my balls.”
Fuck! If Brady kept up the verbal byplay, Trevor was going to shoot off in his pants without his cock ever being touched.
In past sexual explorations, he’d found no woman could give head anywhere near as well as another man could. Women tended to be too gentle. He figured it was the same with eating pussy—only someone of the same sex truly knew what delivered the best sensations and therefore could bestow the most pleasure. He put all his masculine knowledge to use in driving Brady crazy.
“Damn, that’s it. Just like that,” Brady panted. “Show me how hungry you are.”
Hollowing out his cheeks, Trevor sucked with firm, pulling motions while pumping the base of Brady’s shaft in one fist and teasing his swollen balls with the other. All too soon he recognized the telltale signs of impending climax. Every muscle tightened, Brady’s breathing becoming ragged as his balls drew up closer to his body and he began to thrust his hips in earnest.
Trevor backed off a bit, holding him on the brink for several minutes. When his jaw began to ache, he slid a finger along Brady’s perineum then rimmed his tight pucker, triggering his lover’s release. With great satisfaction, he swallowed every precious drop, basking in the glory of Brady’s shouts of ecstasy.
Trevor sat up to discover a thick fog covered the windows, providing a small measure of privacy. He made only a brief attempt at calming his raging hormones before stepping on the brake and reaching out to start the car. His cock, hard as a rock, pressed painfully against his pants. The sooner they got home the better.
He didn’t even manage to hit the start button before Brady’s hand covered his. “We’re far from finished.”
Brady’s expression was pure, untamed lust, and the husky arousal in his voice sent shivers down Trevor’s spine. A tremor of arousal shook him at the idea of fucking Brady right here in the car, but he wasn’t sure he could relax enough to reach climax where they could be discovered at any time.
“Let’s finish this at home.” His own voice sounded tight and strained.
Brady shook his head, a wicked smile crossing his lips. “You chose to start this here. It’s my decision to finish it. Right here and now.”
He placed a finger over Trevor’s lips, stopping his rising protest
. “Don’t worry, love. Trust me to make it good.”
Brady knew Trevor’s fear revolved around what would happen with his career and business connections should he be arrested for a public display. But he also knew his lover would enjoy the edge trepidation would bring to sex. It was a thrill Brady had longed to introduce him to for some time now. The mere idea of doing so had his spent cock twitching with renewed interest.
Opening the car door, he stepped out into the chilly night air and moved the passenger seat all the way forward. He looked around to ensure they were alone before removing his boots and jeans.
Trevor’s nerves got the better of him, and he startled when Brady slid into the back seat. His eyes were wide and glassy, pupils dilated, full of desire.
So fucking hot.
Shoving his clothes into the front, Brady positioned himself on his hands and knees. “Get back here and fuck me before I freeze my ass off.” He punctuated the order with a sensual groan.
“We don’t have any lube.”
Pushed out of his comfort zone, Trevor grasped at straws. Brady just laughed. “You forget, I was a Boy Scout.” He’d anticipated just such a scenario and made preparations. “Check the console.”
Trevor fumbled around then cursed a blue streak upon finding the lube stashed in his car. He scrambled over the console and between the bucket seats. His fingers trembled when his hands moved over Brady’s sides as he slid onto the seat behind him.
“Why the fuck can’t we just go home?” Trevor protested.
Knowing this could well be a turning point in their relationship, Brady wasn’t going to give him an easy out. “Because I like the thrill of the forbidden.” Craning his neck to the side, he gave Trevor a heated glance. “I need you!”
The ache in his voice was all it took for Trevor to get with the program. Moving over him, caging Brady’s naked form beneath the warmth of his still-clothed body, Trevor claimed his lips. Tasting his cum lingering in Trevor’s mouth had him moaning with erotic delight, as did the contrast between Trevor’s smoothly shaved cheek brushing against his few days’ worth of stubble.
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