Chess Part Two Box Set by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
ISBN: 9781786517920
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Published: 2019-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Bishop hung up the phone, shaking his head. Poor Rookie was having trouble accepting that he and Knight were not at the house in the city. It had only been a week so far, but Rookie had called every day. Long sexy calls, short quick ones, and everything in between.

Knight was thriving up here, though, eager and alive. He was painting like a fiend and it was fucking good stuff. Maybe better than Knight had ever done.

Speaking of Knight… Bishop wandered through the place, eyes going to the huge windows that looked over the lake. The leaves on the trees were just beginning to turn, mostly golden with the occasional sugar maple gone a brilliant red.

He could hear the music, smell the oil in the paint, hear the slap of Knight’s hands on canvas. It was like being surrounded by art.

He totally got why Knight had bought this place, why he needed it.

When his lover laughed, the sound ringing out through the cottage, Bishop went immediately, painfully hard. He fucking loved Knight, but Knight happy and fulfilled was stunning.

He followed the sound upstairs to the studio, drawn like the proverbial moth. His lover was awash in sunlight from the huge windows, the reflections from the leaves throwing the space into a yellow haze that could only be seen this time of year. Knight naked and covered in paint made Bishop catch his breath.

Dancing. Knight was dancing, joy pouring from him.

Fuck him raw. Bishop just stood there and watched. This was why he’d supported Knight buying this place and coming here. Because Knight needed this feeling, needed this total immersion and to be taken over by his art.

It wasn’t that Knight didn’t love Rook and Jason, but here, away from the city and distractions and everything, Knight could just lose himself in the art. Knight didn’t think about the city or streets or anything but being happy. He didn’t need to be high or drunk or totally sleep deprived to work. He just needed to be.

Those eyes fell on him, and he got a wild grin. “You want to see?”

“I’m already looking at the best thing in here, but yes, I always want to see what you’ve created.”

The canvas was turned and Bish moaned. Intensely sexual, the painting was reds and purples, hints of male bodies, of cocks, open mouths.

“Fuck, Knight…” It was probably the best, most intense painting he’d ever seen from Knight. And that was saying a lot.

“Uh-huh. So good.” He got a smile—wild and happy and oddly young.

He opened his arms, wanting—no needing—to be close.

“I’m covered in paint,” Knight warned. “Lose the shirt if you like it.”

“I’ll do you one better.” He stripped completely.

“Oh, yummy.” Knight laughed and leaped for him, kissing him happily.

He managed to catch Knight, stumbling back against the wall.

Knight snuggled in, rubbing their noses together. “We should shower and then go soak in the hot tub.”

“That sounds like a great idea.” He kissed Knight soundly. “Unless you want to get dirtier first.”

“Perv.” Knight pulled away, teasing him.

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