The Gift of Shayla

©2011 N.J. Walters

All rights reserved, Carina Press


ISBN: 9781426892233




Adam Lancaster has been in love with Rob McKeith—and attracted to Rob's wife, Shayla—for years, but he fears their friendship would be over if they knew the truth. So he's thrilled when his secret fantasy becomes reality and the couple offers him a very special gift: a sensual Christmas Eve in their bedroom...



The wind brushed against the house and it made a lonely hollow sound that matched how he was feeling. It was cold outside with about six inches of snow on the ground and the wind blowing it around. Inside it was warm and cozy. Not tonight, he thought. It was Christmas Eve. The last thing he wanted was to be booted out of his best friend’s life because Rob had finally noticed how Adam looked at him.

Bottom line—he wanted Rob. Had always been attracted to him. When they were kids, it had been strictly as a friend. He liked Rob. Admired his athletic ability, his loyalty. The two had been inseparable as kids and that hadn’t changed as they’d gotten older. The problems started when puberty hit. Adam had found himself watching not only girls, but Rob as well.

Adam felt adrift. He was different. Had never been quite like the other guys. He was bisexual. It had taken him years to finally admit that to himself. He’d hidden his attraction to Rob from his friend and himself for most of his life. It had become more difficult when Rob started dating Shayla. Beautiful, kind, quiet Shayla. She wasn’t society’s idea of a classic beauty. She wasn’t tall or blonde or skinny. No, Shayla was a throwback to a time when men enjoyed women with curves.

About five foot four, she had long black hair that fell all the way to her waist. He’d spent many nights with his hands wrapped around his dick while he daydreamed about her. He could easily picture her on her hands and knees in front of him, sucking his cock. Her hair would be fisted in his fingers and he’d guide her movements while he admired her full lips as they slid over his length.

Her eyes were warm brown. Inviting. Sometimes shy. Her face was heart-shaped and her nose turned up slightly at the tip. Her breasts were full and firm, her hips rounded.

And not only was she beautiful—that might have caught Rob’s attention but wouldn’t have held it—but she was super intelligent. She made her living as a freelance writer and her work was regularly published in major magazines. Nothing sexier than a smart woman.

Fuck, he felt like an idiot for lusting after not only his friend, but also his friend’s wife. Not that he’d ever do anything about his fantasies. Not only no, but hell no. He treated Shayla with the utmost respect and kept his distance. She was Rob’s wife and no way would he ever do anything to hurt Rob.

Yet the feelings still lingered. There was something wrong with him. Had to be. He plowed his fingers through his hair. He was a fucking mess.

“Adam.” There was an edge to Rob’s voice now. Adam knew his friend too well to think he was going to drop whatever was on his mind.

“Where’s Shayla?” He desperately tried to divert the conversation. It was strange he hadn’t seen her. She must be out somewhere, but he couldn’t imagine where she’d be. Not at eight o’clock in the evening on Christmas Eve.

When Rob didn’t answer, Adam finally turned his face toward him. His friend’s expression was more serious than he’d ever seen it. Shit. He picked up his glass and gulped down the rest. A waste of good scotch, for sure, but he needed the hit. Not that one drink would have much affect on him, but it was better than nothing. He needed something to dull the coming pain.

“I’ve seen how you look at me,” Rob began.

Adam closed his eyes and swallowed hard. The liquor he’d just drunk burned in his gut. He could still salvage this. He had to. The alternative didn’t bear considering.

He opened his eyes and chuckled. “Of course I look at you. I see you all the time.” There, that sounded casual enough.

“I’ve also seen how you look at Shayla.”