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Four Days with Jack

When David invited his best friend on vacation, he never expected them to fall in love…

Spending four days in a tropical paradise with Jack is a dream come true. For years, David has lived a lie and denied his romantic feelings for Jack. Now that they’re together in an isolated Caribbean resort, he finally admits what he really wants—to be Jack’s lover.

Jack has been in love with David for years and is encouraged by his desire to explore a sexual relationship. He’s more than willing to introduce David to the life he has always fantasized about. Their sizzling nighttime encounters confirm David’s long-hidden cravings, but what will happen when they leave the resort?

Will David come out and start a new life with Jack? Or will he go back to his old ways and risk losing the best friend he ever had?

This e-book was previously published by Amber Quill Press. It has been revised and re-released by the author.

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ISBN: 9781386171263
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KELLI

DEDICATION

This story is dedicated to everyone who has searched for their own inner truth and found happiness in being exactly who they are.

ROMANCES BY KELLI A. WILKINS

A Deceptive Match*

A Secret Match*

A Most Unusual Princess**

A Most Intriguing Temptation**

A Most Unfortunate Prince**

Confessions of a Vampire’s Lover

Dangerous Indenture

Four Days with Jack

Killer in Wolf’s Clothing

Lies, Love & Redemption

Loving a Wild Stranger

Midsummer Night’s Delights***

Midwinter Night’s Delights***

Ultimate Night’s Delights***

The Viking’s Witch

* A Deceptive Match and A Secret Match are related titles with shared characters. However, each novel can be read separately.

** These titles make up the Royal Desires series. Although connected, each book stands alone as an individual read.

*** These novellas complete the Naughty Nobles trilogy. It is recommended that they are read in sequence.

Visit Kelli’s website: www.KelliWilkins.com for additional titles as they become available.

CHAPTER 1

Kiss it. You know you want to.

David stared at the penis in front of him and took a deep breath. He rose onto his knees and brought his lips closer to Jack’s cock. His mouth watered, and he longed to open wide and suck him—but that wouldn’t be allowed.

A droplet of clear fluid seeped out from the head of Jack’s penis. He kissed it away, letting his lips linger on the firm meat he craved.

Good. Take a break now.

He sat back on his heels and looked down at himself. He was naked and hard, with his hands tied behind his back. His pink rod pointed up, eager for attention.

Did you like it? Jack asked, grinning at him.

He craned his neck up and admired Jack. With his wavy dark brown hair, sculpted cheekbones, and gorgeous blue eyes, what man wouldn’t be attracted to him? His gaze followed the trail of hair leading from Jack’s chest to his stomach, until finally settling on his erection.

Yes, he answered, his voice barely above a whisper. He bowed his head, ashamed. Men weren’t supposed to do this to each other—but he wanted to, more than anything. And Jack wouldn’t tell.

Now lick it.

He bent forward and slid his tongue along the length of him. As soon as he got used to it, he began licking Jack’s cock in long strokes, like he was eating an ice cream cone. He had never done this before, and he hoped he was doing it right.

You want to do more? You want to suck me?

Yes, please. His response sounded like begging.

Jack laughed. Too bad. You had your chance. You didn’t give me what I wanted for Christmas. It’s too late now, Jack said as he walked across the living room.

Please don’t go. He shuffled along on his knees after him, not caring that the beige carpet was giving him rug burns. Please, I’ll do it now. I’m sorry.

Wake up, David.

He jolted awake. Someone was shaking his leg. He blinked a few times, trying to orient himself. He was sitting, yet it felt like he was moving. After a second, he remembered. The plane. Vacation. Jack.

You okay? Jack asked. You were talking in your sleep.

As the dream faded, he realized that Jack’s left hand rested on his thigh. He made no attempt to move it. The heat from Jack’s palm pulsed through his tan cargo shorts.

I was dreaming.

Jack looked over at his crotch. I can tell. It must have been a good one.

He glanced down. His shorts bulged out in front, his erection obvious. Shit! He pulled the cheap blue airline blanket across his lap. How long before we land?

About a half hour.

He leaned back in the seat. Soon, they would be on a sunny Caribbean island, far away from rainy, gray Philadelphia and everyone they knew. They could do whatever they wanted for the next four days and three nights. He smiled. Four days with Jack. His secret love—and his secret shame.

I’m sorry about Christmas, he blurted out.

Jack’s blue eyes locked on to his. Christmas? That was three months ago. You had to go to dinner at Allison’s parents’ place. It was no big deal.

I don’t mean dinner. He paused. Say it. Get it out in the open. What you wanted... your present. He stared out the window, afraid to face Jack. Confessing this would open the door to everything. "You know, you asked me for that and I... didn’t give it to you."

Jack leaned close. My blow job? he whispered in his ear.

He looked at Jack over his shoulder and nodded ever so slightly.

I was kidding. I didn’t really expect you to, but you can’t blame a guy for trying. Jack scowled. What brought this on?

He shrugged. I’ve been thinking, that’s all. About Allison, you, me, us.

Us, huh? That must have been some breakup for you to switch teams so fast, he teased. If you still want to, you can give me my present this weekend. I don’t mind if Christmas comes late, Jack said, squeezing his thigh. As long as it comes.

* * *

David studied the lobby of the Oasis resort. The spacious, open area was decorated with palm trees, fountains, and colorful tropical flowers in terra cotta pots. He wheeled his luggage to the reception desk and stood in line.

Nice place, Jack commented. Definitely the perfect vacation spot.

Tell me about it. He breathed in the warm air and felt the tension drain out of him. Jack was right. Four days on a Caribbean island was the perfect getaway.

Next please, a receptionist called out.

He stepped up to the desk with Jack at his side. Baxter. I’m checking in.

The blonde typed his name into the computer. Yes, Mister Baxter, we have your reservation. She looked at her monitor, then at him, then at Jack. "Umm, you asked for a deluxe couple’s room with a veranda and uh... She smirked, and then coughed lightly. One king-sized bed. Correct? One bed? For you both?"

Jack snickered next to him.

He felt his face flush at the young woman’s implication. Well, originally my guest was my girlfriend, Allison, he said, clearing his throat. But she couldn’t make it at the last minute. So instead of cancelling my trip and losing my money, I invited my cousin along. Will it be a problem?

No, sir. I’ll change the name of your guest to...

Jack Hilliard, Jack said, stepping forward. Mind if I ask you a question?

Of course not, sir.

If two women came here and rented a room for the weekend, would you naturally assume they were having a lesbian rendezvous, or figure they were sharing a room because they were friends, or related?

The receptionist’s brown eyes widened. What?

Never mind, David said, elbowing Jack in the ribs. Jack could be a royal wiseass when he wanted, and usually his antics amused him, but not right now. He just wanted to check in without a hassle. The room’s fine.

The young woman slid an envelope containing two electronic keys across the counter to him. Enjoy your stay. Call the front desk if you need anything.

Thanks, Jack replied. "I think we’re covered. We’ve got condoms, plenty of condoms, but we might need more lube or—"

Jack! He shoved him away from the front desk and scanned the lobby, hoping that nobody had heard. What’s wrong with you? he snapped as he wheeled his suitcase toward the elevators.

"What’s wrong with me? She’s the one who started it. ‘One bed? For you both?’ he mimicked. Two guys who go anywhere together are automatically gay, right? You know I don’t tolerate that shit. If I talk to a guy, I must be fucking him, right? Gay by association?"

Don’t make a big deal out of it. It’s not personal. This resort isn’t exactly marketed to your demographic. It’s mostly for newlyweds and second honeymooners. I was trying to handle it—

"Handle it? You were turning beet red. Why