Yes, we do have a Christmas time story in Sexy to Go Gay Romance. It’s not so much a Christmas story as a Jewish story, thus the title. But Matzo Ball by Avery Duran shouldn’t be ignored on the basis of which faith you prefer. It’s a pretty fun read either way!
Excerpt: Matzo Ball Soup by Avery Duran
I walked toward the hot bartender, wondering exactly what he wanted from me. He gestured for me to follow him. His long legs moved quickly, but I didn’t mind walking behind him since it meant I could watch that tight ass move in his clinging pants. The rest of him was just as sexy as I had expected, broad shoulders tapering down into a small waist that emphasized his perfect rear. He was a little taller than I, which would make him just over six feet. We walked through a door marked “Employees only” and down a long, winding hallway. I suppressed the voice in my head reminding me this was a set-up for an episode of Unsolved Mysteries.
Finally, some sense of self-preservation emerged and I asked him, “Where are we going?”
He turned around, smiled at me, and leaned against the wall. “Here is good.”
I looked around the barren hallway, “But…what am I helping you with?”
“It’s actually more of what I helped you with.”
I was stumped. I mean, the guy was hot as hell, but I was starting to feel as if I’d fallen down the rabbit hole. I really hoped he wasn’t going to try to sell me something, or rope me into a get-rich-quick scheme. The time for me to make my escape had definitely come. Pity such hotness was going to waste. “Look, buddy, I appreciate whatever you
mean to do, but I’m meeting a friend and should get going.”
He started to laugh and I froze—seriously, I could not move. When he smiled, his eyes crinkled up at the corners and his whole face lit up; I had never seen anything more mesmerizing.
He put his hand out. “Wait a minute, was I reading you wrong? Because seriously, I did NOT think you were interested in giving that woman her dream of two-point-five kids and a white picket fence.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “C’mon, we can go back.”
“No!” I yelled, probably a little too enthusiastically. “L-Let’s not go back.”
“Well, I have to go back if I want to get paid, but I can get you out the back door—for a price.”
“What’s the price?”
One side of his mouth kicked up. “Your number and a kiss.”
I was stunned; this walking dream wanted to kiss me? Mr. Bland? I started looking around the hall.
“What are you looking for?”
“The cameras. This must be some sort of reality show.”
His smile widened and he stepped closer to me. “No hidden cameras. I just saw one of my own needing some rescuing and I really wanted to be the one to do it.”
“You mean a fellow Jew?”
He put his hand to my cheek. “Well, that too.”
As his face got closer to mine, I took in a quick breath. He nipped my bottom lip and I opened for him; his soft mouth felt amazing against mine. His hands stayed on my face, holding me in place. As his tongue rubbed over mine, I brought my hands up into his hair and scratched my fingers along his closely-shorn head. He pulled back and nuzzled along the side of my mouth and chin. He stepped closer and his arms dropped around my shoulders, gripping them tightly. I kissed him back and when he groaned, I felt the vibration moving through my chest.
He started to slow down, not letting go of me, but pulling away from my mouth and looking deeply into my eyes. My heart pounded and my dick throbbed. I wanted so much more with this man. I moved closer to—holy shit, I don’t know his name! Reality hit me like a bucket of cold water. I just made out with a stranger in the hallway.
I think he saw the panic start to emerge on my face. “Hey, don’t freak out.”
“I’m not freaking out.” I lied.