Page 38 of The Shadow of the Count
“No. No, love. I escaped because I need to be with you. I risked everything to be with you.”
“Thank you. Oh, Peter, I prayed.” Donnie wasn’t particularly spiritual, but he had begged the universe to let his lover come back.
“As did I, love. Now I’m here.” Peter pushed in harder, and his eyes rolled.
Donnie clung to Peter, his ass clenching, his balls pulling up. It wouldn’t take much more. Soon he would give Peter everything.
Peter pushed harder and faster, pushing him higher into the stratosphere.
He wanted to sleep after this. Wanted to be so exhausted that he and Peter simply clung to one another and rested. They strained, bodies moving, sweat beading on their skin. Outside, thunder crashed suddenly, wind whipping against the windows to rattle them, but he didn’t look up. He stared into Peter instead.
There was nothing out there in the world for him. Only here, in this room, with Peter.
“Just us,” Peter echoed, as if he’d heard. His clever man had probably read it on his face. He had always been so perceptive. So caring, even back in the early days in Egypt, before they became lovers.
“That’s because I was made for you. Please, love. Be here with me now.”
“I am. I am, I promise.” Peter kissed him again, the pressure and heat of it making his ears pop and his breath catch. He allowed himself to accept this love, to take it.
He would hold it with both hands. Peter.
His Peter.
The storm could rage out there.
It wasn’t welcome in here.
“Now, Donnie. Now.”
Peter demanded his orgasm, and he gave it, his body convulsing, his heartbeat crashing in his ears. Peter followed right behind, grunting out his pleasure, and Donnie kept his eyes open so he could see every moment. He didn’t want to miss a thing.
“Oh.” Peter slumped against him, head against his neck, a smile curving against Donnie’s skin. He knew that mouth too well to believe it was anything else. “I do love you, Don.”
“And I love you, sweet Peter.”
“Good. Can we rest now? I’m worn, love, and I know you are too. We can ring for someone to wake us well before dark, just to give us time…”
To prepare for whatever happened to Lyle. Yes. He understood. “You don’t have to be there. I will handle it. I can.”
“I would never make you deal with Clark.” Peter’s low laughter made him chuckle, as well.
“Swear it?” They both began to roll with hilarity.
“Always. I’ll protect you from him.”
They were punch drunk. Exhausted. But laughing. That was a damn fine thing. He stroked Peter’s back, not willing to move yet. But Peter was right. They needed to ring for someone to wake them at a certain time, or they would miss whatever meeting Douglas and the others had.
“Rest, Don. I’ll watch over you. I swear.”
“Okay.” He would believe it. He had to.
Donnie was too damn tired to do anything else.
Fourteen
Peter slipped out of bed several hours later. His rumbling belly had awakened him, and he wanted to ring for something to eat before they met with Clark and Douglas and the others. Don would need his strength. Also, he would like a bath of some sort, and this room did appear to have a bath, so thank goodness.
He looked for a bellpull, then realized there was a button to push instead.
