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

Jack pulled his legs away, shifted in the loveseat, and moved closer. “You know who wants to suck my dick, Mason? Old men that can’t get hard anymore. Guys who are desperate to have an intimate moment even though they’re not able to experience it themselves. That’s it. Nobody else. And you know why?” He waited for Mason to look up in the following silence. “Because if you’ve got a cock, you want to use it. So for fuck’s sake, Mason, use it. Get your money’s worth.”


“You’re not.” Jack sat back hard. “And to be honest, it’s kind of freaking me out.”


“No, I am. I swear. It’s not…” Mason spun his hand as if trying to conjure words from the air. “I feel weird is all. But I’m getting over it.” He almost didn’t say anything else. Until Jack’s sideways, cock-eyed look told him that Jack didn’t believe a word of it. “As a matter of fact, if you can set that movie aside…” He reached for the blanket and began to tug it towards him. “I think I might like to fuck you now.”


Chapter 21