by DHP Authors
“Twenty-eight.” We’d been working steadily as we talked and I noticed now that all of the books were unpacked and sorted, by either author or subject matter. Apparently, I had done this without having to think about it because my mind had certainly not been on the books. Looking down at them, I saw one that I felt was definitely a diary or journal of some sort. I picked it up and handed it to him.
“I think this may be what you’re looking for.”
He took it and flipped through the pages. Again, the dazzling smile. “This is it. Can I buy this one from you?”
“Certainly not. That’s a family heirloom—it’s yours.”
“Egan, thank you. It will mean so much to my family, especially my mother. My father wanted her to have it, to see if we could find the treasure.” I must have raised my eyebrows and looked interested, because he said, “I’ll tell you all about the legend and the mystery if you’ll have dinner with me.”
I think my heart stopped for a minute, then, started racing. I think I may have blushed. I struggled for control, talking to myself. This is not a date. This is a man wanting to thank me for finding a family heirloom. Get a grip, fool. Taking a deep, calming breath, I responded. “I’d love to, but the pickings are slim around here.”
“I saw a steakhouse out near the interstate. Is it pretty good?”
“Actually, yes it is.”
“Let’s go there, then. I’m in the mood for a big, juicy steak.”
“Sounds good to me, too. Lately, I’ve been eating way too much take-out, so a good meal sounds very tempting.”
“Oh, and by the way, there’s something you need to know about me that we didn’t get to before.”
“Okay.” I’m thinking, here it comes. I’m not gay. I’m married with three kids so don’t get any ideas.
He flashed the smile at me, the eyes sparkled and he said, “I’m gay, too, and I want you to know that I find you very attractive. Are you with anybody right now?”
“No, Dylan, I’m not, and I find you attractive, too.”
“Well, hell, let’s go to dinner and get to know each other a little better. Who knows? If it goes well, we may decide to get to know each a lot better.”
He winked at me, and I felt myself blushing again. This was not how I normally reacted to someone coming on to me. I had to get a handle on this, and quick, before he lost interest in someone who was acting like a randy teenager. God forbid he should notice the way my jeans bulged at just the mere mention of our getting to know one another a lot better.
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Dinner was wonderful. We talked and laughed like old friends and even discussed the fact that it felt like we had known each other forever. Not only was Dylan gorgeous, but he was intelligent and funny as hell. We discovered that we shared an appreciation of dry wit and sarcasm and laughed throughout the meal.
He told me the story of the diary and the family treasure, which it turned out was a solid gold shamrock that had belonged to his great-grandfather and had once been a watch fob. There was a matching pendant that had belonged to his great-grandmother, it was a shamrock too, made entirely of emeralds. The family story was that his great-grandfather had the pendant made to match his fob and gave it to his bride on their wedding day. It was his wish that the two pieces should never be separated and should only go to couples in the family who were as deeply in love as they were.
I was fascinated by the story and when he paused, I urged him on. “So, what happened?”
“Unfortunately, their son was not so fortunate in finding love and married a gold digger who tried to steal the pendant. So, my great-grandmother put the two pieces together and hid them, leaving only clues as to their whereabouts in the diary which she also hid. She didn’t live long after hiding the jewelry, nor did my great-grandfather, so it’s been lost for two generations. Now, I’m the third.”
“Interesting story. Do you think that you’ll be able to figure out the clues after all this time?”
“I hope so. It would mean a lot to my mom. She and my dad had that kind of loving relationship, and he always talked about how they should have the fob and pendant.”
“If you do find them, that would be wonderful.”
“I don’t know what would happen to them after my mom, though. Being gay means that I’m never going to be with someone who would wear a very delicate emerald shamrock pendant, no matter how lasting our love may be.”
“You never know. You might find somebody to wear it.” I was laughing when I said it, picturing him with some pretty young thing, and I could tell that he knew what I was thinking.
He raised an eyebrow and lifted his beer to take a long swallow. “Really? Do you think you might look fetching wearing it?”
“You never know. You could always make it into another watch fob. What about your brother? Is he straight?”
“As an arrow. That’s the major reason that we’re not close. Besides, I don’t think that he’ll ever settle down enough to find somebody decent who’ll have him.”
I took another sip of my beer, feeling warm and relaxed. We had stretched the dinner about as far as it could go, but I still wasn’t ready for it to end. We were both quiet on the drive back to the store to get my car. As we pulled into the parking lot at the bookstore, I heard myself asking if he’d like to come to my house for coffee.
“Sure, Egan. It’s not late and frankly, I’m not ready for this evening to end here in the parking lot.”
I looked over at him and knew exactly what he meant. There was a lot of chemistry between us, and I could feel that he wanted the evening to end just as I did, in the bedroom. This might be crazy, but what the hell? I needed a little crazy in my life for a change.
As I got out of his car, I turned and said, “It’s not far. Just follow me.”
It only took about five minutes to get to my house. Entering from the back porch into the kitchen, I turned toward the coffeepot. “I’ll get the coffee started.” That’s when I felt him right behind me, almost, but not quite, touching me.
Dylan leaned over my shoulder and his voice was a low growl next to my ear. “You can make the coffee if you want to, and we may even have some later, but that’s not what I want right now and neither do you.”
I felt his hand slide down my back and cup an ass-cheek just as he leaned into me, rubbing his hardening cock against my hip. I groaned and turned in his arms, my lips moving toward his for the kiss that I knew was coming. It was electric when our lips met. He slid his tongue between my lips and I opened my mouth to allow his exploration. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I wanted this man. It didn’t feel like he was almost a stranger. It felt right, like it was supposed to be this way.
Dylan broke the kiss and huffed out one word. “Bedroom?”
I pointed in the general direction we needed to go and we started that way, kissing and pulling off our clothes as we went. Apparently, Dylan was more adept (or experienced) than I was at kissing and walking and undressing at the same time because just as we reached my bedroom doorway, I tripped us up. I was trying to pull my jeans and underwear down at the same time and, somehow got tangled in them, so we ended up in the doorway on the floor, naked and laughing as he helped me remove the last of my clothing from my ankles.
I was on my back with Dylan on top of me. I had one leg hooked around his hip and our cocks were grinding together, creating a delicious sensation, when he pushed away from me and sat up.
“Come on, Egan, we need to be on the bed. Do you have condoms and lube?”
“In the drawer of the bedside table.” He pulled me up and we finally made it to the bed without further mishap. He pushed me down and spread out on top of me, kissing my neck, moving down to my chest. He took first one nipple, then the other in his mouth, sucking and nibbling each one as I groaned and pushed my throbbing cock against him.
Dylan lifted his head and smiled at me. “I know what you want, baby. Be patient, we have all ni
ght.”
He lowered his head and began kissing and nibbling his way down my stomach. By the time he got to my cock, it was already leaking pre-cum and he ran his tongue across the head, licking it off, before he stuck the tip of his tongue in the slit. An involuntary moan escaped me and I couldn’t be still. “Easy, baby,” he whispered and sat up, reaching for the drawer with the lube and condoms.
I watched him as he rolled the condom down his thick shaft and slathered it and his fingers with the lube, realizing as he did that I was about to bottom for him. This was not a position that I had favored in the past, but at this point, I was willing to do anything. He grasped my shaft and stroked it a few times, teasing the slit with his thumb and damn, it felt good.
“Lift your legs up for me.”
I did, and with one hand stroking my cock, the other hand was tickling my hole. I felt a finger slide into my entrance, then another, stretching and teasing. I squirmed, wanting more, needing more, and that’s when I felt the head of his cock slide into my crease. With a push, his dick entered me and began a steady in-out rhythm that was matched by his hand on my shaft. When he angled his cock to brush over my prostate, I thought that I might lose my mind.
“Oh, God, fuck me, Dylan.” He increased the pace, pounding into me, and brushed across my prostate again. It was all over for me then. “Dylan, I can’t hold back. I’m coming.” And I did. After a couple more strokes, so did he. He fell down on top of me, each of us trying to catch our breath. Finally, he rolled off of me and lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling.
Dylan turned his head to look at me, smiling that dazzling smile. “Wow. That was something. Is it just me or did you feel that it was special?”
“Oh, yeah, it was special, all right. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I’ve never felt like that with anyone else, and I sure as hell rarely bottom for anyone.”
Laughing, Dylan said, “I believe that you may have kissed the blarney stone, my man, but it’s okay. I love hearing it. Tell me more, but first let me go get cleaned up and bring something to take care of you.”
As I watched his firm, rounded ass walking toward the bathroom, I looked over at the clock. It was after midnight and it was Saint Patrick’s Day. “Hey, Dylan,” I yelled at his back.
“What?”
I waited till he was on his way back into the bedroom before speaking. “It’s Saint Patrick’s Day.”
“Yeah. And?”
“I was just wondering if you were a leprechaun sent here to grant me three wishes because you’ve already fulfilled one, but I’ve got two to go.”
“I’m certainly no leprechaun, but I’ll be happy to try to fulfill two more wishes for you if they’re anything like the first one.”
I laughed and told him that they most certainly were like the first one. He crawled in bed beside me, pulling me close and nuzzling my neck.
“Let’s have a little nap and I’ll see if I can grant those wishes for you.”
I nodded and sighed contentedly, feeling myself drifting into sleep. The next thing I knew, it was morning and I lay there trying to figure out if the lovemaking had been real or another dream. I turned my head and saw the indention on the pillow next to mine where Dylan’s head had lain. It was true, not a dream this time, and now the aroma of coffee penetrated my consciousness.
I found my jeans in the floor and pulled them on, moving toward the kitchen. Dylan was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and the diary. He looked up as I walked into the room and raised his lips for a kiss. I was only too happy to oblige. As I went to pour myself some coffee, I pointed to the diary and asked, “Having any luck with that?”
“Not yet. I’ve been too engrossed in the day-to-day stuff, and none of it seems to have any clues.”
I sat down at the table with him. “Do you mind if I look at it for a minute?”
“Of course not.”
He handed it to me and I felt immediately that there was something in this book somewhere. I closed it and looked at the binding, which seemed to be coming unglued. I ran my hand down it and saw in my mind’s eye a small piece of paper wedged in it. I smiled at Dylan and said, “It’s here.”
“Where?”
I was already trying to stick a finger into it without tearing it. “Here, in the binding. That’s where the answer to the mystery is.” About that time, my finger touched something and I began trying to pull it out. It didn’t take long and there it was, a small piece of notepaper, folded over once so as not to make a noticeable bulge in the binding. I handed it to Dylan.
“How in the hell did you know that that was there?”
“We’ll talk about that later. See what the note says.”
He looked at it and smiled. “I know where the treasure is. Let’s go get it while the house is still on the market.”
We were both dressed and on our way within the hour. It only took about thirty minutes to get there and thankfully, Dylan had a key so we had easy access.
“I used to come here to visit my grandparents, but it’s been a long time.”
“Was your grandfather the one married to the gold digger?”
He laughed. “No, my grandfather was the second son, but he never seemed interested in finding the jewelry, nor did my grandmother. I’ve always thought that was strange, but I guess he thought it was gone forever so no sense dwelling on it. He was a very practical man.”
We had entered the house by this time and he led me up the stairs. We stopped on the landing as he looked around at the bedrooms. “I think that this was their bedroom.”
I followed him into the room and watched as he went over to the fireplace and knelt down, sticking his arm up the opening. Suddenly, he smiled and I heard a brick moving. When he pulled his arm back down, I noticed something as he opened his hand. There was a green velvet bag in his palm.
“Hold out your hand, Egan.”
I did and he dumped the contents of the bag into it. There they were, the watch fob and the necklace.
“God, Dylan, they’re beautiful.”
“Yes, they are. I can’t wait for my mother to see them. I just wish that my father could have.”
Suddenly, a feeling of sadness came over me. “I guess you’ll be leaving now.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Well, you found what you came looking for.”
He leaned over and gave me a kiss. “I found more than I came looking for, Egan, and I’d like to see where this goes. I’ll be leaving to take these to my mother, but I’d like you to go with me and meet her. It’s only about a two-hour drive from here. I told you last night at dinner that I’m a writer, so I’m not tied down to one spot.”
The sense of relief I felt at his words was overwhelming and I leaned over to give him another kiss. “That sounds good to me.”
“I thought, maybe if you could close the store for a day or so, we might leave tomorrow to take these to Mom.”
“That won’t be a problem, but what are we going to do tonight?”
He quirked an eyebrow at me and smiled. “Well, it’s still Saint Patrick’s Day, and I believe that a leprechaun owes you two more wishes.”
The drive home was relaxed and fun. We laughed and talked a lot, getting to know each other. I still hadn’t told him about my ‘gift,’ but that was for another time.
As soon as we walked into my house, Dylan reached for me. “Let’s go take a shower together.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
We undressed in record time and as soon as we stepped under the spray, I reached for the soap and began lathering his body, running my slick hands all over him. He moaned as I pushed him under the spray, rinsing the soap off his body, and kissing my way down his chest to his thick shaft. Putting my lips around the head, I swirled my tongue around it, sticking it into his slit. He groaned and his knees buckled so I pushed him against the wall, taking him into my mouth until his cock hit the back of m
y throat. I sucked and teased his dick until he came with a shout.
After a couple of minutes of leaning against the shower wall, he pulled me to him and lathered my cock with soap, making it wonderfully slick. He turned me around to face the wall and began stroking me with one hand while the other caressed my ass. I thought that the feeling couldn’t get any better until a finger slid down my crease and began teasing my hole. He felt for my prostate, and found it, and it was over. We kissed, turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, taking our time drying each other’s body.
I fell onto the bed and watched as he slid in beside me. “That’s two. I’ve got one more wish.”
He laughed. “I can take care of that, just not right now.”
“Me, either, but after a short nap, I’ll be making that third wish.” I turned over and backed my butt up to him. He turned and put an arm across me and we both drifted off to sleep.
It was almost two hours later when I jerked awake, feeling compelled to go to the window to look out. Had I heard a noise? I got up and opened the curtains to look out at the mountain in the distance. There they were, the will-o-the-wisp, just like in my dream. A chill went down my spine.
“Hey, come back to bed.” I knew that voice in the shadows now, and the name that went with it. Dylan.
I knew what seeing the will-o-the-wisp meant now, too. It meant that my dreams were all coming true. When I felt two strong arms come around me from behind, I leaned back into them, knowing that I had found my destiny.
THE LEPRECHAUN’S LADY
SELENA COOPER
Chapter One
After a breakfast of toast and coffee, Berta braided her long blonde hair and wound the braid into a bun at the nape of her neck. It was time to gather eggs.
She grabbed her basket as she went out the back door and stopped to watch the sun peeking over the mountain top. It was lonely living here sometimes. There were no neighbors for miles. Berta had rented the small farmhouse after losing her job in the city. She’d become a writer and made enough to eke by.