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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Genre: Erotic Contemporary

Five friends, one piece of mistletoe. Christian Elliott has the perfect life -- right girlfriend, right job, right house and car. How come he's only really happy when he's with his best friend, Jason? Melanie Cantrell has everything she wants. Why can't she stop cheating on her boyfriend with her yoga teacher? Buttercup Allender adores her stable life with Winston. But she can't give up her secret desire for BDSM.

Stir them all together at a holiday party with a beautiful rock god and a submissive stockbroker and what do you get? It could be love or they could all be Mistletowed.

This book is predominantly a romance between two men and features primarily male/male sexual practices; however, it contains m/f and m/m/f scenes and therefore cannot be classified as strictly LGBT.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: anal play/intercourse, light BDSM elements (D/s, spanking), male/male sexual practices, menage (m/m/f).

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [132 KB]
Words: 27735
Reading time: 79-110 min.

"Did you come, sweetheart?" Christian Elliott looked down into the pretty face of his girlfriend, Melanie. As usual at this point in their lovemaking, Melanie's smile was tight. He'd been pumping into her for at least twenty minutes, and his cock was getting numb. "Shall I get the vibrator?"

"That would be great, yes."

He slid to the side of the bed, making sure he didn't show just how half-masted his penis was, and grabbed the handy-dandy, industrial-strength vibrator that seemed to be all that could get Melanie off these days. Their sex life had never been terrific, but at least at first in their relationship he'd been able to make her come with just the right angle, guaranteed to rub against her clit, and a lot of patience. Now? Nada.

He applied the tingling instrument to the vicinity of her clit with just the pressure she liked at the beginning. As she got closer to climax, he knew she'd grab the vibrator and push it harder, directly onto her bud, while he would pretend he was still doing it for her.

Oh well, their sex life wasn't much, but who the hell had time for sex anyway? And in every other capacity, Melanie was the perfect girlfriend. She was pretty, ambitious, a great hostess--hell, she was even a great director of communications. And she was so proud of him being the youngest vice president of marketing in Albermarle Manufacturing's history.

"Ah, ah, ah." Sure enough, she grabbed the vibrator and pressed down hard. "Ahhhh!" When she finally came, she was always pretty loud about it.

He kissed her nose. "Good?"

She smiled and nodded, then turned on her side for a snooze. They were the opposites of the stereotype. Orgasms made her sleepy while they energized him. Of course, he hadn't exactly had an orgasm.

"You sleep a little, baby. I've got some work."

She mumbled into her pillow. "Don't forget to put some champagne on ice for dinner. You know Winston and Buttercup are into the bubbly lately. Oh, and beer for Jase."

"I'll remember." He crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. The afternoon sun filtered around the curtains. He had to close them. The neighbors were only a few feet away. If you wanted to say you lived in Newport Beach, you had to take the crowding with the status. Their Sunday afternoon sex was a bit of a ritual, such as it was. Funny. He didn't think either of them was really interested in the lovemaking. But that's what couples should do, shouldn't they?

He turned on the shower, looked out of the bathroom to be sure she was sleeping, and closed the door softly. Stepping under the hot water, he sighed. Same drill. He soaped his palms and leaned against the wall as he started to stoke his still-semihard cock. He had as much trouble coming with her as she did with him, but he'd never tell her. She just assumed he came, he threw away the condoms, and that was fine with him. He was good at jerking off. Hell, he'd been practicing since he was twelve.

He let his mind wander as his hands performed their customary pattern: up and circle, up and circle. Better not think about work. Much as he loved it, work was guaranteed to wilt his erection. Wonder what Jase is doing right now? Thinking about his best friend Jason always made Christian feel better. The guy was interesting and fun, if shy. They had great conversations and never ran out of stuff to say. Up and circle, up and circle. Christian and Melanie had a lot of yuppie friends like themselves. Funny that their best friends were a yoga teacher, a New Age store airy-fairy, and a gay mathematician.

Christian wished he could find a good guy for Jason, but honestly, if Christian knew any gay guys, they must be well closeted, because he couldn't pick them out. Winston and Buttercup were better at finding dates for Jase. Up and circle, up and circle.

What did Jase do on his dates? Was he all tongue-tied, or did he use his tongue to get some guy off? Jeez, what would that be like, to have a guy suck your cock? The couple of halfhearted attempts Melanie had made at it were pretty embarrassing. Up and circle, up and circle. Of course, Christian'd had blowjobs, but he bet guys were better at it. Guys would know what they liked and do it more enthusiastically. Jeez, do you think Jase likes to give blowjobs? Up, up, up. He's got those pretty lips. Upupupup. Do you think he sucks like a vacuum cleaner? Shit!

Hot cum spurted from Christian's cock onto the glass of the shower stall, and he wiped it away with some of the rapidly cooling water. Damned hot water tank. For what these condos cost, they should have had tankless water heaters.

Christian sat back in his chair and sipped an after-dinner iced wine. Delicious. The meal had included some sole for Christian, Melanie, and Winston, tofu on rice for Buttercup, and a cheeseburger for Jason. The boy had plebeian tastes, but he was a sweetie. They all agreed on the wine, however. No one was averse to drinking Christian's choice of a Roederer champagne or a new Schramsberg after-dinner drink. Christian liked to choose California over French when he could--after all, they lived here.

Melanie cleared the last dish from the table and produced a laptop. "Okay, guys, let's plan our party." Melanie loved planning, and she loved parties, so she was beaming. With her dark bob shining and her big brown eyes, she was as pretty as any young executive could wish for in a girlfriend. "Christian and I will supply the venue." She gestured to the multilevel condo. "We'll also do the food and drinks."

Winston shook his head. "Not fair. You guys can't bear the whole expense for that. We should all chip in."

Melanie nodded. "Done."

Buttercup raised a hand like there were fifty people in the room instead of five. Her round, cherubic face always looked a little distracted, but Christian knew she was way smarter and more capable than she sometimes appeared. In fact, he thought there was an iron will beneath that flower-child exterior. "We want to do all the decorations. We know the most about Yule, and we'll try to make it authentic. We'll also feng shui the apartment to make sure everything is placed for optimum power."

Christian smiled at her. She took this stuff pretty seriously. But they had all agreed to have a Yule party with their friends on December twenty-first in honor of midwinter, instead of a more traditional party, since Christian and Melanie had to attend so many other standard parties for work. This one would be different and fun, unlike the others. He wasn't complaining about her sincerity.

"I'll think up games and brainteasers." Jase pulled off his wire rims and wiped them. Christian knew it was a nervous habit that helped him cover his occasional awkwardness. "And actually"--he grinned shyly--"I'd like to pay for the food and drinks, since you guys are all doing so many other things." Bless him. The guy made more than any of them, but he never flaunted his money.

The others started to protest, but Christian knew Jason wanted to feel included and needed. "That would be great, Jase. Why don't you pay for the food and we'll all split the drinks?"

His friend grinned and pushed the brown bangs out of his eyes. Christian smiled. He loved making his friend happy.

Melanie put the last note on her laptop and sat back. "Great. I'll add things as I think of them and then e-mail everyone a copy."

Buttercup glanced at Winston. "We also have a surprise we'll be sharing at the party."

Melanie leaned forward. "What is it?"

Buttercup looked coy. "Hell's bells, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."

"C'mon, you can tell me."

"No, Mel, it's a surprise surprise. The kind that is a...surprise!"

Melanie sat back and crossed her arms. "Then you shouldn't have brought it up, Buts."

Winston laid a hand on Melanie's arm. "It's not even for sure we're going to do it, so Buts doesn't want to get you all interested..."

Buttercup looked up with her wide eyes. "Sure it's for sure." Winston gave her a glance that clearly meant "shut up."

Christian saw that crease appear between Melanie's eyes. She hated being out of the loop, so as always, she changed the subject. "We need a date for Jason."

Christian cringed. He knew Jase sometimes felt like the fifth wheel in their group and didn't want to be a burden. It might make the man bail on the party if Melanie didn't pipe down.

But Buttercup leaped in. "No problem, girlfriend; I think I have it covered. There's this adorable guy who comes into the shop. My guess is he's gay, but I have to get him alone for a minute to ask." Only Buttercup could ask someone his or her sexual orientation in a minute.

Blushing across those high cheekbones, Jase shook his head. "I, uh, I think I might have my own date."

Buttercup clapped her hands. "Oh so cool. Who is he? Tell."

He looked down. "A guy I met through work. He's a math geek like me. We haven't been out yet, but he asked me to dinner on Thursday, so if it goes well..." He shrugged.

Christian saw the two women look at each other. Buttercup reached over and patted Jason's hand as if he were a puppy. "That sounds great, dear, but I'll talk to Donnie anyway."

"Uh, okay."

Crap, he hated it when the women treated Jase like a dimwit. The man had more brains in his pinky than all the rest of them combined. But if he stood up for Jase with the women, it'd just embarrass him. He let it go. Wonder who Jason's going out with? Maybe Christian could suggest a restaurant.