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!” Oliver was hopping on one foot, pulling on yesterday’s underwear. Wyatt was pleased to see that Oliver had to work to stuff his fully erect cock into his briefs. At least he wasn’t the only one thinking sexy thoughts this morning.


With a disgusted sigh, Wyatt found his own phone and dared peek at it. He had fifteen missed calls and damn, were they ever late. He set down the phone without investigating further. They were in full-on triage mode now.


“Cole, can you make coffee? Oliver? You’re on Pop-Tart duty. I’m going to go start the car.”


Chapter 29