Mykles, Jet - Halloween Trick Or Treat 03 - Sly Spectral Trick

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SLY SPECTRAL TRICK

A Halloween Trick set in the world of HEAVEN SENT: FAITH

Trick orTreating’s not just for kids this year!

Jet Mykles

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***** This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable. Sly Spectral Trick Jet Mykles

This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Darienpopped another bite-sized bar of chocolate into his mouth, crunching his fist around the thin aluminum and paper it’d been wrapped in,then tossed it onto the passenger seat beside the bag.Silly thing, really, to buy candy.Wasn’t like they were going to get trick-or-treaters tomorrow night. It took a good minute or so when driving down their tree-shrouded street to get from front gate to front gate; he couldn’t imagine trekking that in costume. From what he’d heard most kids got together at one of the country clubs where a big party was held. So, it was dumb to have the candy but -- he grinned as he fished out another chocolate with ricecrunchies -- it gave him a couple of bags of sweetness to himself. Well, okay, he should probably share with Chris. And he would.As soon as he got home. He punched the button on the little do-dad clipped to the sun visor above his head and swallowed the chocolate just as he started up the driveway. The shadows made by the autumn bedecked trees surrounding the two-story house made the white exterior paint seem grayish and the green trim black. It was dark enough that the light-sensitive tracks along the drive were fading to soft white life. The porch light was also on andDarien grinned at the orange cast due to the garish pumpkin shade he’d put on it. He had real ones to carve in the trunk of his Mustang, but he liked the awful thing on the light too. Parking in front of the closed garage, he grabbed up the bag with the mini-chocolate bars, sweet tarts, and sour balls,then fetched the pumpkins out of the trunk. Well, one of them at least. Bags and the first big pumpkin filled his arms so he’d have to make a second trip for the other one. The kitchen door was unlocked. “Chris?” No answer. He set down the pumpkin and candy bag on the island bisecting the kitchen and went out to get the other pumpkin. “Chris?” he called again, after he set the second one down beside the first. “Up here.” Ah, the melodious sound of his lover’s voice. He should get closer to hear it better. He chuckled at his thoughts and stuffed some more chocolate into the loose pocket of his khakis. Whistling, he headed toward the stairs between the kitchen and the living room. An odd smell stopped him at the first landing. Frowning, he turned in a slow circle, sniffing.Mint and dirt and…something else that he didn’t recognize.Somethingplanty .Huh? There were smudges on the window set in the wall on the landing. The blind was up completely so the glass was clearly evident. The smudges had to be new. The cleaning crew that came out every other week wouldn’t have left brownish streaks around the edges of the glass. He got closer to see that it looked like someone hadfinger-painted some weird patterns with a light coating of mud along the edges of the glass. Confused, he headed up the rest of the staircase and turned into the bedroom. “Hey Chris, do you know what happened to…?” He froze. He’d been about to ask about the smudges, but it looked like he found the cause. “What are you doing?”

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Chris didn’t turn from where he was drawing patterns with his fingers on the edges of the window’s glass. “Setting wards.” “‘Wards’?” “Mmmm.”He lifted his arm to swipe the long sleeve of his dark green shirt over his forehead then tilted his head, eyeing the window critically. The fingers on that hand were covered in mud and it looked like the wooden bowl he held in his other hand was full of it. “Um, why?” “Ghosts.” Darienblinked.Then laughed.“Yeah, right.” Chris turned and crossed the hardwood floor on socked feet to stand beforeDarien . The smell of mint and wet dirt madeDarien look at the bowl. Yep, mud. While he was still frowning at the bowl, Chris kissed his cheek then reached beside him, using a knuckle to flip on the recessed lighting that lined the ceiling along two walls. Violet-tinged shadows fled and the soft glow filled the bedroom. GivingDarien a brief smile, Chris turned and rounded theirCalifornia king bed to the other window. Darienfrowned. Chris’s strange behavior caused him to disregard the sexy roll of the man’s hips in those snug jeans. “What the fuck?” He didn’t hear Chris’s sigh but he saw it reflected in the window that had become dark enough to be a mirror. Night fell fast in these parts. “Don’t fret it, magpie.” Chris dipped his fingers in the bowl. “Did you get your pumpkins?” “Yeah.”He propped his shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. “Chris, there’s no such thing as ghosts.” “Of course there aren’t.” But he kept painting. “So what are you doing?” “I’d hoped to have this done before you got home,” Chris muttered. “Isthat why you sent me out alone?” “Yes.” “What’s going on?” “I didn’t think you’d believe me.” “I don’t.” “So don’t fret it. Go downstairs and start the pumpkins. I’ll be down in awhile.” “What’s going on?”

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Chris closed his eyes and shook his head briefly. “I have to set wards before tomorrow night; otherwise, the ghosts will find me.” “What? Are you serious?” “Quite,” said his lover, voice steady. ThenDarien got it. He started laughing. Threw back his head and laughed hard. “Oh man, okay. You almost got me.” Chris gave him a glance, but kept painting. “Okay, okay, nice try but I’m not falling for whatever joke you’re playing.” Chris faced him for a moment. He opened his mouth,then shut it. Light glinted on the light frames of his square glasses. Then he laughed, but it was forced. And brief. “All right, magpie. You got me.” He turned back to continue painting. Darien’s laughter died. “Chris, quit it.” “Everything will be fine if you let me finish.” He pushed from the doorframe, fisting his hands at his sides. “Quit it. I’m not falling for it.” “You mentioned that.” “All right.Tell me why you’re warding against ghosts.” Chris used a knuckle to push his glasses up higher on his nose before he resumed drawing patterns. “My family is descended from druids. As such, we’re rather attractive to ghosts.” Darienfell back a step, eyes wide on his lover. “What?” Chris shrugged, never taking his eyes off the window. He paused, fingers in the air, painting patterns. “Chris?” He held up one long finger towardDarien ,then resumed his air painting, muttering to himself as he stared intently at the pane of glass before him. Darienwas starting to get a bad feeling about this. When Chris stopped muttering, he turned to force a smile atDarien . “Don’t worry about it, magpie. Nothing will happen if I can finish this.” He came back to stand beforeDarien . He used a knuckle to tiltDarien ’s face up, bestowing a light, lingering kiss onDarien ’s lips. “Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll finish, then we can carve pumpkins and you can make me watch that deplorableslasher movie you wanted to watch.” Darienpouted,eyes on the mud in Chris’s bowl. There were some green specks in it.Probably the source of theplanty part of the smell. “What’s in that?”

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Lips brushed his forehead. “Don’t think about it.” “You’re winding me up,”Darien said, borrowing one of Chris’s favorite phrases from whenDarien teased him. Chris brushed the backs of his fingers alongDarien ’s jaw. He smiled patiently.“All right. You believe that.” See? If he didn’t say it all serious like that,Darien could disbelieve him.“Okay, so why now?” “Pardon?” “Why set the wards now?” “Samhain’stomorrow night and…” Chris scowled, his hazel gaze -- brown in this light -- sheared off to the side. He bit his lip. “I saw…” He shook his head. “No, never mind.” He slipped pastDarien into the hallway toward the second bedroom that they used as an office. Darienstared at the darkened, muddied windows in the bedroom.He’s serious . No, he was playing. Chris used to be an actor. He was damn good at keeping a straight face. But what was with the bowl and the mumbo jumbo? Chris’s cell phonesounded, theringtone the first lines of the chorus ofHave Faith , the songDarien had written for him.Darien stepped up to the office doorway just as he switched the bowl from one hand to another, reaching into his jeans pocket to extract his cell phone. One handed, he checked the caller ID then opened it and spoke: “Hello, Gran.” Chris’s grandmother.Sweet lady.Darien hadn’t met her in person but he’d talked to her a number of times He was told she wasn’t anything like her daughter, Chris’s mother. Knowing that,Darien was sure he didn’t want to meet Hannah Faith. SadieWaldock was a sweet and funny old lady. Hannah, he’d heard, was something of an ice princess. “Yes, Gran, I’m doing it now,” Chris murmured, switching his cell to prop it between shoulder and ear so he could resume his painting on the window. “I know, but this isDarien ’s house. I haven’t been here long.” Pause. “No, I haven’t seen it again.” “‘It’?”Dariensqueaked. Chris glanced his way.Grimaced. “Hold on, Gran.” Lowering, juggling the bowl again, he brought the phone away from his ear.“Darien, please. Just go take your shower. Everything will be fine.” Dariengaped as Chris went back to his conversation.Well fuck me! He’s serious! And he expectedDarien to take ashower? Okay, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. He should. He should take a shower and just forget this ghost whatsits that Chris was pulling. It had to be a joke. Didn’t it? Frowning, he returned to the bedroom, crossing to the master bathroom. Chris wasn’t much of a

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prankster.Entirely too serious. Yeah, he had a wicked streak but…ghosts? Darienshed his clothes on the tiled floor and stepped into the wide shower stall, mulling it over. As he was shampooing his hair, he decided that since Chris was English, it was entirely possible that somewhere in his history, there’d be druids. Sadie seemed like the type to be really superstitious so maybe she passed it on to her grandson. What did it hurt to let Chris set these ward-thingies? It was like throwing salt over your left shoulder or not walking under a ladder, right? Right. Probably. He heard the bathroom door open while he was working conditioner into his hair. Looking through the frosted glass of the shower stall,he kind of hoped Chris would get naked and join him. Sex would distract him from the weirdness. He started getting hard at the thought. But Chris didn’t even glance his way. He took his bowl and went to the little window above the toilet. “What are you doing?”Darien asked, voiceraised over the sound of water. “Same as before,” Chris explained quietly. “Oh come on, you’re not serious about this, are you?” “Don’t worry about it,Darien .” “Just what’ll these ghosts do if you don’t ward the place?” Chris stopped, a mostly shadowy figure seen through the foggy glass. He was staring at the window. “Chris?” Chris shook his head and resumed his task. “Best not to find out,” he said in a stern voice. It was the dead seriousness that got toDarien . His heart started to slam in his chest. Chris finished without another word then left, closing the bathroom door behind him.Darien stared at it, trying to fight the dread that was crawling up his throat. He finished washing, trying not to think about Chris’s strange behavior. But it had gotten to him. His erection wilted before he ever got out of the shower. Grumbling to himself, he grabbed a big, thick towel from the rack and threw it over his head as he stepped from the stall. Briskly, he rubbed at his head as he went to stand before the mirror. Do I need to shave before…?He dropped the towel across his shoulders and froze. The mirror was all fogged up from steam. Across the wide, clouded surface was writtenBeware Christopher , with the final r dragging down to the corner of the mirror. No way had Chris just written that.Darien had been watching him the whole time. Without another thought,Darien opened his mouth and screamed bloody murder. “Chris?!” he shouted, lunging for the door.

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Darkness.The lights were out in the bedroom. Only moonlight streamed with a chilly breeze through the two open windows. Open?They’d been closed when Chris was doing his mumbo jumbo thing. They’d been closed whenDarien went into the bathroom. Chill October air spilled in, raising goose bumps on his skin. “Chris?!” A hiss to his left and he spun.Froze. The walk-in closet door was open. White smoke billowed up from an unknown source and there, standing in it, was the wispy, bleached, fuckingsee-through torso and head of a woman. She was bent a little, reaching toward where her feet should have been.Toward the floor. Toward the lump that lay there.No, not a lump.A body.Body?! Chris’s face lay in a ray of moonlight, his glasses on the floor above his head. “Chris?!” he screeched, practically diving to his lover’s side. Into the chill white smoke that then settled back around him. “Shit, Chris!” He grabbed Chris’s shoulders, pulling the man back from the ghost in the doorway.The ghost in the smoke. Whimpering, he gathered Chris onto his lap, ready to carry the man if necessary, but something was…wrong. He stopped, his brain trying to process while he shook from more than just cold. The ghost didn’t move, just remained, hovering there,bent over in the smoke. There was another hiss and a renewed plume of smoke. It made the woman who didn’t move a little brighter and made the ray before her a little bright. The ray that looked like… “A projector?” His eyes tracked the ray to a small silver object mostly hidden behind a vase on the low chest of drawers against the wall not far from the closet. Another hiss and more smoke brought his attention back to the ghost. He knew that sound. He’d been in enough videos where they’d used fog machines. That was the sound they made.Which meant that… There on the floor was the little contraption, just visible behind a small, carefully placed pile of clothing. The body in his lap started to shake. He looked down to see Chris’s wide mouth curved into a smile, those ever-changing hazel eyes -- black in this lighting -- laughing up at him. Darienscowled, fisting the front of Chris’s shirt in his hand, making sure to pull hair.“You bastard.” Chris’s hand whipped up to grabDarien ’s wrist as he let out his laughter. Darienscowled, twisting so that Chris’s back thumped the hardwood floor. He threw a leg over Chris’s belly, shifting to straddle him while fisting the other hand in his T-shirt as well.“Ghosts?!” Chris was laughing so hard tears trickled down his high cheekbones. Normally,Darien would have loved the sight but his heart was still recovering from the fright of his life. Wait. Who was he kidding? Even pissed off and with the light low so that he couldn’t see very well, he still loved the sight of Chris in such open abandon.

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He didn’t have to show that to Chris though. “You prick,” he growled. Chris managed to get himself under control, both long-fingered hands wrapped aroundDarien ’s wrists. “Now, magpie…” “Don’t you ‘magpie’ me, you scum!” He shook Chris. “Was Sadie in on it too? Are you really descended from druids?” Chris’s eyes went wide and he succumbed to a renewed fit of laughter. Before he could be tempted to join in -- because Chris’s laughter was infectious --Darien let go, shoving Chris hard into the floor. He tried to stand but Chris held on. “Let go of me.” “Wait.” Chris tugged on his arms, voice trembling. “Don’t go.” “It’s cold, you fucker,” he grumbled. “Awww.”Chris usedDarien as leverage to sit up, sliding so thatDarien ended up straddling his lap. He leaned in to rub his nose withDarien ’s. “I’ll warm you up.” Normally the position and the offer had potential. Well, theystill had potential.But… “After that you think I’m going to let you touch me?” He yanked away, getting to his feet.“No way.” He heard Chris chuckling behind him. “You should have seen your face.” “I was scared to death.” “Oh come now, magpie. I wouldn’t have let it go on much longer.” Darienreached one window and shoved it closed. “Ghosts,” he muttered, feeling the fool. “I can’t believe I fell for that.” He headed for the other window. “How’d you do the mirror?” Comforting light filled the room when Chris hit the switch on the wall. “I wrote it hours ago.” He crossed to the closet. “I knew the shower would fog up the mirror.” Dariennodded. “That’s why you closed the door.” “Yes.” Damn it,Darien was impressed. That was a pretty good trick. Well thought out. He could appreciate that, even if he was still pissed. He went to shut the other window. “There aren’t druids in your family, are there?” Chuckle.At the closet now, Chris stepped on something that turned off the fog machine. “To be honest, I haven’t a clue. That was to add a touch of realism.” “Tricky fucking actor.Was that even Sadie on the phone?” He bent to pick up his glasses.“Actually, yes.” “Ohman , you got an old lady to help you?”

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“Wait until you meet Sadie. She’s an evil old witch.” Dariencrossed his arms, feeling the pout on his lips but unwilling to wipe it away.“You bastard.” Chris chuckled.“Oh, magpie. Can’t take a joke?” He switched off the little projector and left his glasses on the dresser. Glasses on the dresser.Not on his nose. That usually meant something physical was about to happen. Damn, when had his cock started reacting to fuckingglasses? He scowled, standing at the side of the bed, not quite ready to give in. “That was cruel.” Chris arched an eyebrow. “As they say, payback is a bitch.” Darienrubbed his hands up and down his arms to ward off the chill. His skin was still damp from the shower and the October air was damn chilly. “I never got youthat bad.” He wished he had. Beautiful lips drawn up into a mock sympathetic moue, Chris started toward him. “Are you cold, magpie?” His calm voice was at odds with the predatory gleam in his eyes. Darienstepped back, keeping the bed between them. “Stay away! I’m mad at you.” “Were you scared, magpie?” Darienclambered onto the mattress to keep out of reach. “No.” Chris reached the side of the bed, a grin to match the glint in his eyes curving that luscious mouth. “Why are you running?” Darienlanded on his feet, watching Chris over the rumpled sheets. “You don’t get to scare me then fuck me.” Chris paused to pull his shirt up and over his head, revealing those cut muscles that a lawyer just shouldn’t have. “No?” Dariendidn’t catch himself until after he’d licked his bottom lip. “No.” Chris’s gaze dropped down toDarien ’s crotch.Darien felt the blood filling his cock.“You sure about that?” Darienedged back. “Yeah, well…” He swallowed. “You put a spell on me, didn’t you, druid?” Chris laughed low, kneeling on the bed, leaning forward on one hand. He looked like a flipping mountain cat stalking its prey. How sexy wasthat! “Perhaps I did. Come here.” Heart racing,Darien balanced on the balls of his feet. “No.” In a sudden, burst of speed, Chris launched from the middle of the bed atDarien . His long, lean body stretched just like that mountain cat, so achingly beautiful thatDarien lost a precious second making a break for it. He felt the wind of Chris’s snatch for him, but managed to twist aside, pelting for the

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bedroom door. By the time he reached the stairs, he was laughing. He knew from experience not to look back. Chris may be a stodgy lawyer-type, but he was damnedfast!Darien made it to the bottom of the stairs and broke for the living room, barely hearing Chris behind him but knowing he was here. Through the living room and back to the dining room, where he could finally turn, the big, solid oak table between them. “Stop running, magpie,” Chris warned with a dark grin, arms braced on the backs of two chairs, watching for which wayDarien would break. “The spell intensifies if you run.” Dariencouldn’t suppress his own grin as he edged toward the kitchen.“Oh, yeah?” Chris mirrored his steps. “Indeed. There is only one cure.” Darienlapped at his bottom lip. “What’s that?” “My cock up your ass.” The shiver caughtDarien off guard. Chris broke for him butDarien recovered just in time, whirling to head back into the living room. He almost made it back to the entrance hall but Chris caught him around the waist. Throwing his weight againstDarien ’s back, he forced him to the thick Persian rug that covered the hardwood floor. Dariencaught himself on his hands, grunting under Chris’s weight. The bare chest was velvet heat against his back and the press of Chris’s cock, even through his jeans, was painfully exciting. He struggled, but Chris caught his hands, trapped beneath them. It wasn’t that Chris was stronger. He wasn’t, really. ButDarien was well aware that there were some contests of strength where he won by losing. They were close to Chris’s wide, stuffed reading chair in the corner of the room. Keeping a firm hold ofDarien ’s wrists, Chris hauled him up and plopped his hands on the padded arms. “Spell’s still in effect,” he murmured intoDarien ’s ear. “Your hands are stuck there and can’t move.” A groan tore fromDarien ’s throat, his eyes locked on the thick buttons sewn into the back of the chair. His fingers gripped the arms of the chair, glued there as Chris bit the back of his shoulder. “Lovely spell, isn’t it?” Chris murmured,hot breath ghosting overDarien ’s skin, raising goose bumps. His hands trailed downDarien ’s sides, over his hips, to splay on the front of his thighs. “Yeah,”Darien groaned, letting Chris sway him back so that the fly of his jeans ground into the crack ofDarien ’s ass. “Where’d you learn it? Sadie?” One of Chris’s hands closed firmly aroundDarien ’s full shaft. “No.” He squeezed. “This one is all my own making.” Darienshuddered, pushing forward into that hand. “Damn. It’s a good one.” Chris’s hips pushed atDarien , encouraging him into a slow, rolling rhythm. His lips pressed the meat at the back ofDarien ’s shoulder. “I thought so.”

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They rocked together.Darien ’s fingers bit into the arms of the chair and his head fell forward, hair curtaining either side of his face. A familiar burning ache spread up from his groin through his belly to his heart, filling his chest with heat that burbled down his arms and up his neck. Needy groans pushed from his throat, bursting in little gasps from his lips. He could almost believe that Chris had, indeed, put a spell on him. “Chris.” Teeth bit into his shoulder. “Yes?” “God, Chris, I need…” “Need what, magpie?” “My ass, Chris,” he moaned, pushing back hard into his lover. “Please, God, do something.” Chris’s hand squeezedDarien ’s cock one last time,then both palms spread onDarien ’s thighs again. “You want me to lick your ass?” Chris asked, knowingDarien hadn’tquite gotten the hang of asking for that. Long fingers bit into the sensitive skin just outside his groin. “That’s what you want. The spell makes you want my tongue to get you wet and ready for my cock.” “Yes!” Chris murmured approval, his lips followingDarien ’s spine down his back. Hands gripped his hips, urging them up, anglingDarien ’s ass just right for when his mouth reached the top of the crack. Teeth nipped one cheek, then the other, as palms planted and thumbs spreadDarien open. “You’re winking at me, magpie,” he murmured just before taking that first, teasing swipe overDarien ’s hole. Whining softly,Darien collapsed onto the seat of the chair. His face mashed into the thick throw pillow that lived there, his hands still affixed to the padded arms. Chris teased first, quick little touches with the tip of his tongue. Then he actually started to probe, wiggling as much of that thick, wet muscle as possible in the tight space.Darien wondered distantly just how tight he could be anymore since Chris had been fucking him regularly, but the thought was fleeting. He was far more interested in the tingling sensation of the tongue, a precursor to the cock that would soon follow. He was squirming, mewling a little, when a hand closed around his dick. His head flew up, his back arching on a gulping cry as he instinctively pushed into the hand.Yeah, dual assault. Strong, no-nonsense fingers stroking his cock as a tongue probed his anus as far as physically possible. “Chris, fuck me now,” he growled. Damn man didn’t listen. His hand picked up speed onDarien ’s shaft, though, thumb tormenting the sensitive spot just under the head. “Chris, damn it.” Tongue pulled out. Breath cooled the copious wet left behind. Chris spat,then his tongue pushed in again.

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Darienarched, keening. “Chris!” Chris had misjudged.Darien shot into his hand, onto the floor before the chair, keening as his body shook. He sank forward, pressing his face harder into the cushions, gulping in air. “Spell still working?” asked that decadent voice, just a little gruff now He twisted his neck to free his mouth from the chair’s pillows..“Yeah.”His fingers ached from where they held the arms of the chair for dear life. He thought he heard the sound of Chris’s zipper. “Good. It’s time to fill your ass with my cock.” Darienmoaned, rocking back into Chris when he felt that blunt pressure at his entrance. “Is that…?” He gasped at that sharp bite of pain up his spine as the head popped inside his hole, shuddering when it dissolved as Chris pushed in. “Is that going to break the spell?” “Only one of them.”Hands slid up his back, over his shoulders and down his arms. Fingers laced with his, pressing his palms to the padded arms of the chair. “One?”Darienasked, easing forward to pull himself partially off Chris’s cock before pushing back to impale himself. Chris squeezedDarien ’s fingers. “The one keeping your hands here goes away.” Chris grunted, thrusting sharply to makeDarien gasp. His breath caressedDarien ’s ear. “But the one that keeps you in love with me stays forever.” BeforeDarien could react to that, he thrust again, perfectly nailingDarien ’s gland so that sparks exploded in his head. He groaned, leaning into the chair for support as Chris laid into him, sparing him nothing, not that he would have asked to be spared.Darien felt sweat drops spatter on his back. He rocked into Chris’s rhythm, forcing his lover to take him faster. The hitched breathing of the man behind him told him it was close. Something like an orgasm spilled inDarien ’s groin, a heat like an extended spasm. It held and gripped his muscles as Chris’s rhythm went ragged and, with a muffled curse, spent intoDarien ’s body. Happily sated,Darien let himselfbe gathered back as Chris sank back onto his heels. Chris wound his arms aroundDarien , keeping their fingers interlocked so that asDarien effectively sat in Chris’s lap, his own hands were pressed to his sides. For a few moments, they just breathed, Chris’s lips brushing the bend betweenDarien ’s neck and shoulder andDarien ’s head resting on Chris’s shoulder. Thinking back on what just happened made him smile. He opened his eyes to see the inky shadows on the ceiling above him and laughed. “That’s a pretty good spell there.” “Thank you.” He frowned. “Chris?” “Mmmm?” “Thereis no such thing as ghosts, right?”

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Jet Mykles

An ardent fan of fantasy and science fiction sagas, Jet prefers to live in a world of imagination where dragons are real, elves are commonplace, vampires are just people with special diets and lycanthropes live next door. In her own mind, she’s the spunky heroine who gets the best of everyone and always attracts the lean, muscular lads. In real life, Jet lives in southernCalifornia with her boyfriend of nine years, his daughter and father and nine cats. She has a bachelor’s degree in acting, but her loathing of auditions has kept her out of the limelight. Visit Jet on the Web at www.computerotika.com or feel free to email her at [email protected]. To read more about the characters and their world, check outHeaven Sent: Faith by Jet Mykles: Darien's best friends are the other guys in the rock band Heaven Sent. The three -- now four -- of them are closer than brothers to him and he's happy that they've all found their life mates. He is. He doesn't at all mind that each of those life matesare men. He doesn't. In fact, that's just it. Maybe there's something to this gay stuff. He's never been particularly interested before, but after a short, failed marriage, he's willing to open himself up to new possibilities.Especially if one of those possibilities is the gorgeous lawyer who handled his divorce, Christopher Faith. Trouble is,Chris doesn't seem to want to believe thatDarien 's serious. Well, sure,Darien 's never slept with a guy before, but he's allowed to change his mind. Isn't he? Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: male/male sexual practices.

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