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

Mason’s brain seemed to skip. His fingers twitched. His arm muscles tightened. Speak, he told himself. Say something…“Can I…”


When the words faltered, Jack closed the inch of space between them. He spoke directly against Mason’s mouth. “Yes.”


Mason gave into his body’s insistence to reach. His fingers slipped under Jack’s shirt and brushed up Jack’s sides. He traced muscle. He felt the warmth that came off Jack’s skin. And he liked it. He liked it a whole hell of a lot. “I think…I think I want…”


Chapter 18