Page 28 of Bloom
“I’m sorry I busted in.”
“Don’t ever come into my room again unless I specifically say you can. Got it?”
Those dark blue eyes were gorgeous. And beyond icy. Jaime practically wanted to shrivel on the spot and kiss him at the same time. That was not a combination he was used to. He had the sudden thought of making Aleric shut up by pushing him against the wall and kissing him. Maybe he’d do it back with the same hunger as earlier. Afterward, Jaime would turn him around, rip his trousers down, and do him a lot slower to better enjoy his wet ass and every noise he made until Aleric came all over the wall and needed Jaime to hold him up.
Except it wouldn’t go like that if he tried.
A faint blush blossomed on Aleric’s cheeks as if he knew what Jaime was thinking. “Got it?”
“Er, yeah.” He needed to get his mind out of the midden. Sex earlier didn’t mean anything in the future.
It seemed Aleric wasn’t going to specifically mention the sex part. Jaime would go down in his mind as the dirty necessity he’d needed for a few minutes.
“Also, don’t ever try to get on top of me and make assumptions about what I might like to do either.”
Jaime’s face grew hot. “Fine. I’m sorry about that too, but I also don’t like being treated like a midden for you to dump your cum in while you have an attitude the whole time. Don’t bother paying me if I’m lower than a street whore in your eyes because I’m not sucking your dick anymore. Use your money to buy a new toy. I’ll make sure not to disturb you while you’re stuffing the hole you said nothing goes up in. You can pull your own hair too.”
So much for not getting riled up. Aleric’s expression could have cut ice, and when he stood, Jaime wasn’t sure if he was about to get a slug or what. He glared back until a nasty smile spread on Aleric’s face.
“Fine. I will buy a new toy. At least the toy doesn’t whine because I won’t kiss it.”
“You were pretty eager to kiss me earlier. I don’t think youneededthat to get off, and a heat doesn’t mean you suddenly love having your hair pulled.”
Aleric tossed his book on the table and headed for his bedroom. Jaime sat on the couch with his two books, opened one, and stared at the page while he told himself to calm down. Let Aleric have his little hissy fit and pout or whatever. Let him rant and fizzle himself out. He hadn’t threatened prison so Jaime could stay there and at least have a free roof and food.
Aleric left with his cloak on, and after his steps faded in the hall outside, Jaime let out a snort.
It’d be hilarious if Aleric was going out to buy a new toy right then.
Chapter Seven
Hunting was fun, although Aleric didn’t feel like going. He also didn’t feel like getting up at four in the morning. The servant had banged on the door to the sitting room, and Jaime had to knock on the bedroom door to make sure he was up.
Forcing his eyes to stay open, Aleric stared at the dark. He wanted to nestle under his clean blanket and go back to sleep. Fuck hunting. If he didn’t get up, Father would soon be coming to see where he was. Aleric had tried to get out of it a few days ago, and Father had nagged him.
“It’ll be fun,” he muttered.
He wasn’t the one who had to worry about them both. Aleric couldn’t even hang around Father too much or stick by him when they went out. He’d seem clingy, and while his dislike of Gautier was clear, he couldn’t be open about the actual reason. Showing that he suspected another event might happen wasn’t a good idea even though nobody knew what it was. They already talked shit about him.
Aleric had tried to tell Father who hadn’t believed him. He knew no one else would either. It was pointless to try.
Besides that crap darkening his life, he didn’t want to be forced to spend time with Jaime. The remainder of the previous day had been awkward enough with barely a word between them, and Aleric didn’t feel like having to spend hours around him.
Yesterday had rattled him so much, he was pretty sure that was why he’d had to run to a privy downstairs after returning from the city. Normally, he didn’t get an upset stomach from nerves or worrying.
He didn’t beg to be fucked anymore. But there he’d been, ass up and presenting himself like a slut. He had needed the sex to cure the fever, and a part of him was grateful Jaime had taken care of him. A few hours of the terrible stabbing through him along with the cramping was unthinkable.
Sitting up, he tapped the lantern and squinted at the light. For several moments, he imagined asking Jaime if they could change things. He would be paid like a whore again, but he’d get to fuck Aleric instead of just one-sided blowjobs. Why not? They’d already done it, and Jaime couldn’t whine about not being able to get off, so they’d both have their needs met. He’d been more than satisfactory the day before, and despite Aleric behaving like a rabid animal, Jaime had been gentle instead of immediately ramming himself like he couldn’t wait to get off.
His face burned. No. Absolutely not. He couldn’t think like a horny man who wants to jump into bed with the nearest attractive man. What the fuck was wrong with him? After a few screws, he’d be tempted to ask Jaime to do other things to him, like tying him up or spanking him so he could have that urge satisfied too. He might as well hand over all of the control on a silver platter with a sign that said, “take advantage of me.”
He dragged himself out of bed and headed for the privy room while trying to tell himself he hadn’t broken his rule either. Not really. It had been an emergency situation. It wasn’t like he’d been stupid enough to fall for anyone and hand himself over.
It wasn’t the same, and his rule wasn’t broken. He didn’t have to worry about going down the slippery slope because he was in control. No one else would ever have true control over him in bed again. He repeated that to himself a few more times while he washed, dressed, and tried not to think about how fucking good it had been to finally have his ass bred, and his hair grabbed. Or how good it had felt to have a big, muscular man against him with his tongue in Aleric’s mouth.
He couldn’t let himself think of that, or he’d be fucking himself with his new toy later and fantasizing about the man in the next room. That would lead to him wanting the actual man. Thank Elira he had those tabs so he didn’t have to worry about pushing out Jaime’s baby in nine months. He used to want children, but he couldn’t see it happening anymore.
He’d bought a new toy in the city yesterday afternoon. When he’d finally dragged himself upstairs to get Jaime for dinner with the toy hidden under his coat, he’d gone to his bedroom to hide it. Tonight, after triple-checking that his bedroom door was locked, he’d take care of himself to calm down his libido, and he’d force himself to forget about yesterday. He also wouldn’t allow himself to picture Jaime naked even though the pleasing image was burned into his memory.
