A freak snowstorm seemed like the perfect bonding experience. Anyone watching Oliver and Wyatt McKinsey from a distance would have thought the two men were having a great time throwing snowballs and building a snowman. The casual observer would never guess that, as a shooting star streaks across the sky, both men wish for a way out of their failing marriage.<br><br>Fortunately for them, a disaffected, chain-smoking elf hiding from her Christmas duties decides to give them what they really want. From the last of their good intentions and a little Christmas magic, she creates Cole -- a living, breathing embodiment of what Oliver and Wyatt once loved about each other.<br><br>Can Cole’s intense feelings for both Oliver and Wyatt help reawaken a love they think is gone? Is there a place for Cole in their marriage before time runs out and the spell is broken forever?

Snowman of My Dreams

Wyatt’s sucking kisses traveled up his neck and along his strong jawline. He felt Cole pull slightly away and he was about to protest when he realized Cole’s intentions. Wyatt’s mouth joined with theirs and Oliver came undone.


Three tongues winding around one another, three sets of lips crashing into one another—sliding sometimes firmly and sometimes delicately from man to man. Oliver clutched at both men, clinging to this moment with both hands. He threw himself into the three-way kiss with even more abandon. He needed their heads to somehow merge into one giant mass of pleasure forever and all time. He moaned in protest when Cole pulled away, but Wyatt’s kiss intensified and silenced him. When he felt his pants being yanked down, he realized why Cole had left the kiss.


Chapter 28