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Destiny Calls

Samantha Wayland

Patrick didn"t think it would be a big deal to kiss his best friend Brandon. Hell, they"d done crazier things to avoid a bar fight. He was totally unprepared to be wildly turned on, the kiss opening up new avenues of pleasure he"d never dreamt of—Patrick, after all, was straight, even if Brandon wasn"t.

Destiny"s never been afraid to ask for what she wants. When she sees Patrick and Brandon together, she knows exactly what she wants—the three of them in bed together, preferably with her in the middle of a hot, naked-man sandwich with her two best friends.

When Brandon finds himself hunted by an unknown enemy, the three friends find themselves fighting for their lives—and their hearts.

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Destiny Calls

ISBN 9781419934155

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Destiny Calls Copyright © 2011 Samantha Wayland

Edited by Meghan M. Conrad

Cover art by Dar Albert

Electronic book publication July 2011

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Samantha Wayland

Dedication

For D. You make everything possible.

Acknowledgements

As ever, I must thank The Quirky Ladies. This book, these characters and this writer wouldn"t exist without their contributions and support. Patrick"s story was a long time in coming and they never gave up on me. Indeed, had it not been for the pep-talks and martinis, I might not have ever finished this book nor survived the construction project from hell.

And to that same end, I cannot express enough gratitude to the lovely and talented Meghan Conrad, who patiently waited for the completed (revised and revised again) manuscript and didn"t give me a hard time about just how long a wait it was. I promise I will never, ever remodel anything again. Ever.

Samantha Wayland

Chapter One

He should have just stayed home.

Brandon swept his eyes over the crush of men around him, lingering on the more beautiful among them before turning to the man by his side. Brandon"s already snug black leather pants grew even tighter as he studied Patrick"s handsome face. Bright-blue eyes fringed with sinful black lashes, full, kissable lips, a rugged pink stain on pale cheeks. Dropping his gaze lower, he admired the strong lines of Patrick"s neck and the breadth of his shoulders. The way his thin sweater hugged the swell of his pectorals and accentuated the flat plane of his belly was sexy as hell. And those jeans. Jesus H.

Christ, they looked like they"d been made to love Patrick"s body, cupping his firm ass and hugging his long, thick thighs to perfection.

There wasn"t much about Patrick that Brandon didn"t find attractive. The man was gorgeous.

And it absolutely irritated the shit out of him.

He dragged his eyes forward again. Better to admire the men waiting in line around him than the one he"d arrived with. Better to admire just about anything other than Patrick.

Cursing his raging hormones and his now-regrettable choice in clothing, he shifted, trying to ease the ache in his cock where it was trapped behind hot, unforgiving leather.

His tight white t-shirt was too short to hide much of anything, so instead he struggled to get his wandering thoughts and burgeoning erection back under control. The entire situation could have been funny, but after almost twenty years of reining in his attraction to Patrick it had lost some of its humor.

He sighed, the sound lost to the noise of the crowd as they eased one step closer to the bouncer checking IDs and collecting the cover charge at the entrance to the Blue Door Tavern. Boston didn"t have a lot of gay bars and the Blue Door only catered to this crowd one night a week. In hindsight, it was a complete mystery to Brandon how he had been talked into going out to see their friend"s band play here, of all places, on a Saturday night, of all nights, with Patrick, of all the straight and beautiful people. He should have said no. He should have left town, claimed an illness, worked late, had a leg amputated— anything rather than end up surrounded by hot men he barely noticed because he was so hung up on the one standing right next to him. The one he couldn"t have.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He looked again, trying not to flinch when Patrick dug his ID and money out of his pocket, pulling the soft denim tight across what Brandon knew to be a considerably sized cock. Not that he had ever gotten any up-close-and-personal time with said 6

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member, but having gone to high school, college and the police academy together, he"d seen Patrick without his clothes on enough times to fuel a lifetime of fantasies.

Patrick glanced at him and he snapped his eyes back to safer places above his friend"s neck. Shit. It wouldn"t do to get