Page 85 of Too Many Beds

He didn’t give his decision a second thought and boarded the coach. Moments later they were on their way, the traffic lighter than usual, and Evan was grateful as he was beyond excited at the prospect of seeing Jeremiah again. His mouth dried at the thought of having Jeremiah’s hands on his skin, to be worked open and fucked by a master. He needed to calm down or he would come in his eveningwear without so much as a stroke.

Evan hadn’t been aware that there was a Crofton property on The Strand. As far as he knew Jeremiah stayed with friends, notably the Duke of Marchent, when he was in London. He didn’t often leave Crofton Hall but instead held the sort of parties people would be willing to travel to, and Evan was intrigued at what might be waiting for him.

A doorman stood waiting outside the main entrance and was quick to let him in. “Lord Crofton is expecting me.”

“Second floor, sir. The door is on the latch.”

Evan raced up the marble staircase, his pulse racing from expectation rather than exertion, and he had to take a second to compose himself before he entered. He turned the handle and the door swung open into a lobby.

“Is that you, Evan?”

He recognised Jeremiah’s voice.

“Yes,” he replied with a croak

“Then come through and join us.”

Us?

He swallowed thickly, his pulse racing and walked into a bedroom with the biggest bed he’d ever seen, and three occupants sprawled naked across the mattress. Jeremiah, Cliveand George. Three men, with Evan soon to be the fourth, and only one bed.

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