The Best Gift
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by Shawn Lane
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Malcolm Rowland's nearly year-old relationship ends just before Christmas when he learns his boyfriend has been cheating on him. Unfortunately, the breakup leaves Malcolm with no place to live and no job.
His best friend, Dustin Jones, who has stood by him for years, takes him in and is determined to show Malcolm not only a great Christmas, but that love between the two of them can be the best gift of all...
NOTE: Don't miss the sequel, Still The One!
Genres: Gay / Contemporary
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: June 2010
32 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [49 KB]
Reading time: 26-36 min.
"4 ANGELS!...You simply can't go wrong with Shawn Lane! She can certainly tell a good story with fully developed characters...exactly what a reader would want for a happy holiday!"--April, Fallen Angel Reviews
"...a romantic and sweet short story that I enjoyed reading and do believe that others will as well."--Indigene, Rainbow Reviews
Dusty had taken the artificial tree from the box and set it up. He'd set the four-and-a-half-foot tree on a small square table in front of the window. He was now preparing to string lights over it. As he bent this way and that working on the tree, his jeans tightened across his ass. Oh, God, Malcolm needed to get a serious grip.
"Need some help?" Malcolm forced himself to ask.
"Yeah, why not start opening the ornament packages?" Dustin didn't turn around.
Malcolm bit his lip. He hated the awkwardness between them. And damn it, he wasn't the only one who'd gotten hard when they hugged. "Dustin, can I talk to you?"
Dusty stiffened. "Um, okay, but can it wait until after the tree is decorated?"
"No. I--look, I'm sorry I freaked you out earlier."
"I didn't freak out."
"Dusty, will you stop that for a minute and look at me?"
Dusty finally let go of the string of lights and turned to face him. His cheeks were stained red and his baby blue eyes were suspiciously watery. Malcolm's stomach dropped.
"Dusty, what is it?" He took the several steps to his friend and couldn't stop himself from resting his hand on Dustin's chest. The man shook.
"Malcolm, please." Dusty sounded pained, tortured.
"I-I just want you, okay, I want you and--"
Malcolm stopped Dusty's words with his lips, standing on tiptoe to crush his mouth to the other man's.