Page 75 of Trained Royal
“Anything you ask is yours,” Patrick said.
Then he withdrew and slammed forward, the smack of their bodies together giving his cheeks an extra spark of electricity and adding to the sensation.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. More, please.”
“I’m not going to last long, love,” Patrick said. “How close are you?”
Kieren couldn’t answer because he was already reaching his peak, and he distantly heard Patrick’s curse as he fell over the edge before his mind was a clutter of sensation. He didn’t blackout, but he didn’t remember Patrick loosening the ties or laying him on his side.
Patrick was pottering around, and Kieren muttered, “Come to bed.”
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
Kieren roused himself enough to watch what he was doing. Patrick brought a tray with some energy drinks, hot drinks and fruit. He perched on the side of the bed, placing the tray on the bedside table. Grabbing a drink, he uncapped it, slid a straw inside and held it at Kieren’s mouth.
Kieren sucked, grateful for the liquid to wet his mouth. When he finished, he raised an eyebrow, and Patrick rolled his eyes like a teenager, but he drank some of the energy drink.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” Patrick said, his gaze directed at the fruit bowl rather than Kieren.
“You deserve it.”
Patrick smiled and picked up a tube. “Let’s put that cream on now, then we can have something to eat.”
When they finished the fruit bowl and both energy drinks and were onto the hot drinks, Kieren was feeling his normal self again, but Patrick was agitated. Kieren reached for his phone and called Brett.
“Hey, how’re things going?”
Brett blew out a breath. “Well, disaster averted, thank god.”
“What happened?” he asked, locking gazes with Patrick.
“Someone from the crowd threw a dirty bomb onto the steps. Fortunately, they had rubbish aim. Unfortunately, they set fire to the flag on the front of the building. No one was harmed, though.”
Kieren smiled and relayed the information to Patrick, who dropped his head back against the headboard and closed his eyes.
“Thanks, Brett. I’ll catch you later. Let me know if you need me at all.”
“Will do.”
“It seems too simple,” Patrick said.
Kieren shrugged. “Sometimes, simple works best. If the person had better aim, they would’ve thrown it right onto him, and not much would’ve stopped the flames before it did a lot of damage.”
Patrick nodded. “True.” He took another drink. “What’s next, then?”
“We’ll get together again soon to figure out the plan for Henry’s event. I doubt they’d bring something together quickly enough to surprise us before then. Evil plans take work and time.”
Patrick chuckled. “Evil plans, huh?”
“Is there a better word for it?”
Patrick stared at the ceiling. “I just don’t understand why.”
“Why what?”
“Why is she like this? Why is Uncle Andrew or Uncle William or Mother, for that matter, not like her? Where did it all come from?”
Kieren exhaled. “I can’t answer that. I have no idea.” He put his drink on the bedside table, wincing at the pull on his ass and his side, then scooted closer, wrapping his arm around Patrick’s waist and resting his head on his thigh. Patrick’s hand threaded into his hair, and he closed his eyes.
