Page 15 of Isaiah and Jameson
“I did okay.” He’d been a mess sometimes, but he was pretty good at this vamp thing by now.
“You must have. How brilliant you are.”
“Oh, honey, I just don’t quit.” He had no idea how to.
“I should feed you, hmm? I’ve taken your whole evening.”
“Feed with me? Or at least stay with me?” He wasn’t being pushy. Just subtle. For now…
“Of course. Would you like to sit in the sitting room?”
“Of course.” Whose sitting room? he wondered.
“Come with me. I’m not sure if you remember the way.”
Oh, not that formal, awful room. He reached out to catch Isaiah’s hand. “How about in my sitting room? I feel like you have relatives who might just walk into the front room.”
“Yes. It has been known to happen.” Isaiah squeezed his fingers. “There is no privacy out here.”
“Then let’s go to my rooms.” He wanted more time with Isaiah.
“I’d love that. Let’s go. No one would bother us there.”
He took Isaiah’s hand so they could walk together. Lovely man.
“My family tends to be decent, you know—a bit grumpy, but basically okay. No one wants to lose their place.”
“Is it all jockeying for position all the time?”
“I suppose it is, yes. I never had to. I expected to just be quiet in my quarters forever.”
“Mmm. Well, that would be a shame, but balance is key.” He closed the door behind them. He still had the bottle he hadn’t touched earlier.
“I don’t have a choice anymore, but that’s no fun to talk about.”
“I’m your companion, Isaiah. Talk to me about anything. I don’t want to upset you, though.” No, he wanted to excite Isaiah first.
“My companion. I do like how that sounds.”
“So do I.” He pulled Isaiah down on the settee. “Share some with me?” The bottle was right there on the table.
“Go ahead. I shouldn’t indulge.”
“Oh, just a sip.” He would have Isaiah drinking it from his lips.
“A sip?” Isaiah hummed softly, the sound deliciously erotic.
“A tiny taste. I hate to drink alone.”
Isaiah nodded, handing him the cup. “You have the first sip.”
“Thank you.” He took a nice deep draught, closing his eyes a moment. Damn.
A deep, dark moan filled the air, making his cock throb. Isaiah needed so deeply, so beautifully, and he didn’t even understand it. It made Jameson’s eyes roll.
He took another sip, then offered the glass to Isaiah. He knew his sweet one would lean close, which was when he would steal a kiss.
“You’re lovely.” Isaiah moved in, eyes on the glass.
