Page 65 of Distinctly Daray
Brimming with excitement, Keegan grinned at Phillip, whose dark eyes were locked on his laptop. They were in their home office, and although it was a plain room with nothing but two desks inside, Victor was already hard at work planning the design. Like their bedroom, Phillip and Keegan wanted it to be unique and colorful. But Victor had vetoed the idea of it mirroring their living space.
Victor wanted it to reflect the title Keegan had accepted on Saturday and the one Phillip refused to call himself until the test he’d completed that morning was reviewed by the Lich Sentinel. To Keegan, that was nothing more than a formality. He’d helped Phillip study the information in the textbooks Keegan had used for eight weeks, but it hadn’t been necessary.
Phillip had used his time in his dorm wisely and had read everything multiple times. Keegan wouldn’t have been surprised if Phillip received a perfect score; the man was highly intelligent and had apparently memorized everything necessary to aid him as a sentinel. Since Phillip hadn’t accepted his role as Cinder Lord yet, Keegan had worn his normal fallen knight uniform, but he couldn’t wait to don the ones Larissa D’Vairedraconis had designed for them.
In addition to the formal uniforms they’d wear in the afternoon, she’d sent Keegan ones reflecting his unique position of belonging to both the Order of the Fallen Knights and the Sentinel Brotherhood. They were a mixture of charcoal gray and black, and his title was printed on dark T-shirts. Keegan decided he’d also give in to the temptation to wear his holster so he’d constantly have his daggers with him.
While he wasn’t proficient with the weapons yet, he loved to train.
“Why are you smiling at me?” Phillip asked, glancing up.
“I always want to smile at you. But I’m actually excited because it’s lunchtime.”
“I was engrossed in reading and trying to understand a training manual the reapers designed. It explains how we update our map with the locations of various races. I was not aware it had grown so late. Should we go see if Victor is ready to go?”
Keegan rose. “Absolutely. What’d you think of the training manual?”
“I have not read the entire thing yet, but it is daunting.”
Walking over to brush their lips together, Keegan hid his surprise. He’d found the manual easy to comprehend, and he’d already tested everything in it. Phillip was highly intelligent, but perhaps Keegan had overestimated the sentinel ability to handle technology.
“I’ll help you with it,” Keegan promised.
“I am afraid I will have to lean heavily on your expertise to learn the map system,” Phillip muttered as he laced their fingers together.
“Don’t worry, I love helping you.” The truth was Keegan adored every damn thing about Phillip and Victor.
They left their office and went down the open staircase. Keegan’s lips curved. Victor was dusting a bookcase in the living room with his sparkly tiara perched on his head. Hewas mouthing the words to whatever song was playing in his earbuds. But he stopped and smiled once he spotted Keegan and Victor.
“Lunchtime?” Victor asked, tugging out his earbuds and pulling the case for them out of his pocket.
“Yes, I will text Evergreen,” Phillip replied.
Victor rushed to them and lifted to his toes to kiss Keegan, then Phillip. “Let me grab some shoes,” Victor said. He sailed out, and Keegan kept his gaze trained on the lovely curve of Victor’s ass, delightfully showcased in snug pink pants.
“Sometimes I find it annoying that convention requires you and Victor to so often be clothed,” Phillip offered conversationally.
Keegan chuckled. “Try lusting after a sentinel. Your uniform pants are way too baggy.”
“They allow me to move freely as I train.”
“Good for you. I wish they showed off more of your assets.”
There was a knock at the door. Phillip lifted a hand to Keegan’s cheek and brushed their mouths together. “I will get the door. Think about how you wish to make love to me and Victor later.”
“I don’t want to spend my entire afternoon with a raging hard-on, Spicy.”
“Who has a hard-on?” Victor asked as he returned to the living room in a heeled sandal.
“Phillip told me to think about how we’re going to make love later,” Keegan said. “I can’t do that.”
Victor shook his head as he laced his fingers with Keegan’s. “Of course you can’t. That’s too spicy of a request.”
“What’s this about spicy requests?” Evergreen asked as he rushed to them in a sharp grayish green suit that complimented his eyes. “Tell me everything.”
“Not much to tell. I’m not doing it,” Keegan replied, hugging the druidic necromancer and nodding at Dudley.
“Once again thwarted by someone’s sense of propriety,” Evergreen complained. “Where are we eating?”
