Page 47 of Trained Royal
Sweat trickled down Kieren’s face, the drips falling to Patrick’s skin with Kieren’s movements.
“Come for me, Paddy. I’m close,” Kieren gritted out.
Patrick wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked to the rhythm of Kieren’s movements. It didn’t take long. “Now!” he gasped as his orgasm overtook him. Streaks of his release coated his stomach and chest, and for the first time, he felt the warmth of Kieren’s release coat his channel. It was a moment he would never forget, despite it being dulled by the sensation of his own climax.
As his body calmed, jerking in times with the aftershocks, he lifted his eyes to Kieren. Something passed between them when their gazes met.Mine.Patrick wanted Kieren with every fibre of his being, and he hoped to convince Kieren to take a chance on them. After all, they were already in some type of relationship. He just wasn’t sure what.
He reached a hand up to Kieren’s cheek, cupping it and encouraging him to lower himself down. Instead of lying on or beside him, Kieren lapped up Patrick’s release from his skin, his cock sliding free of Patrick’s ass. Patrick closed his eyes and smiled when he felt some of the come escape. It was something he wanted to feel every day.
When Kieren finished, he rose and fetched a flannel, wetting it at the sink before bringing it back and cleaning Patrick’s ass.
“I shouldn’t feel like this, but seeing your ass leaking my come is hot as fuck,” Kieren said.
Patrick grinned. “You should feel it. It’s decadent.” He wriggled on the bed. “Are you going to join me?”
Kieren hesitated, and Patrick ignored the coaxing words that wanted to fly from his lips. “Sure.”
Patrick exhaled silently while Kieren put the flannel in the basket by the door. He lay next to Patrick on his good side, resting his head in his palm, and traced a finger over Patrick’s stomach.
“Penny for them?” Patrick asked when the silence lengthened.
Kieren sighed. “I don’t know if I can be what you need, Patrick.”
“And what do I need?”
Kieren met his gaze. “Someone who can watch you put yourself in front of people who could just as easily shoot you down.”
Patrick inhaled. “I could say the same for you. You put yourself in danger every day by being with me, by being willing to jump in front of bullets. You’re already doing it. What would making our relationship official change?”
When Kieren said nothing, Patrick sighed. “Think it over some more, Kieren. We have the Halloween charity event tomorrow night. There’s no rush to decide what we’re doing.”
“Isn’t there?” Kieren studied him.
“Not at all. Rome wasn’t built in a day, as they say. We’ll carry on as we are and see where it takes us.” It wasn’t what he wanted to do, but he didn’t want to lose Kieren by pushing him too hard.
He refused to lose the best thing to happen to him, especially through his own impatience.
****
“Oh, darling! Look at you!” his mother cried, hands covering her mouth as Patrick wandered towards the front door.
He was in his black tuxedo, ready to slay at the auction. He was the auctioneer for the event, though he’d never done it before. He wouldn’t do “the chant,” as it was called—the speaking fast to get through the bids. It wasn’t that type of event. The event was for a charity that helped those who were victims of domestic violence. It was one of the few charities in the country that helped both womenandmen in the situation and was close to his heart.
“Thank you, Mother. You look amazing.”
Victoria wore an ankle-length, royal blue gown with white heels and a white bag. She had styled her long hair in an updo and looked fantastic.
“Thank you, dear. Your father and I will arrive slightly later than planned, unfortunately. But we will be there. You go on, and we’ll meet you there before it all starts.”
He kissed her on both cheeks. “Okay. I’m heading over there now. I don’t want to be late.”
“Of course.”
He waved goodbye and climbed into the car, eyeing Kieren, looking tasty in his black suit, as he settled into the front seat as usual. Wanting nothing more than to order him to sit in the back with him, he distracted himself by checking his phone. His cousins were coming to support him, but he wasn’t sure who else would be there.
The journey into the centre of London took the better part of an hour and a half due to the traffic. When they reached their destination, the media were already behind the crowd control barriers, cameras flashing towards the car. Patrick’s stomach fluttered as he stared at them, the idea of being in front of them never getting easier, no matter how many times he’d done it.
Kieren climbed out of the car, and the din of the crowds rose as the door opened and lowered as he closed it again. He wandered around the front of the car, eyes on the crowds until he reached Patrick’s door. There was a pause before he opened the door, and the noise level rose again. Patrick swallowed and climbed out, smiling as he fastened his jacket button, then waved at the crowds.
