Be it unrequited fascination with his straight best friend or impossible fantasies of rekindled interest with his heartbreaking ex, Mason has no clue why the perfect connection seems to keep slipping through his fingers. When another lonely holiday seems like too much weight to shoulder, Mason gives up on romance and seeks out the next best thing -- rented company. Jack is everything a person could want in an escort: willing, hot, and built like an angel.<br><br>Mason can't resist. After all, who wouldn't be interested in a guy who loves kid's movies, is a self-professed Peter Pan, and has no problem throwing caution to the wind at a moment's notice. But then interest quickly blooms into a whole new emotion -- an emotion that Mason knows far too well, especially when Jack has no interest in returning it, preferring to keep his heart safely tucked away in Neverland.

Second Star to the Right

“If that’s the case, you take off the condom just before you finish. Literally. Because when the condom comes off, you are officially done for that round.”


“Can we not—” Mason tried to break in and once again shrivelled at the glare he was awarded for his effort.


“Now, if I say stop, then you damn well stop. If I say no, then the answer is no. I will give the same considerations back to you unless it would be forcing me to be in direct violation of the aforementioned rules.” The man paused, eyeing the interior of the car. “What else…Ah, yes, if you aren’t planning on feeding me or had assumed that I would be taking care of that myself—”


The sigh Mason gave was resplendent in its annoyance. “Of course I was planning on feeding—”


Chapter 9