End Game by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
Published: 2014-01-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

“Knight! Supper!”

“I’m busy.” He turned the music up and got back to it, fingers dragging through paint and spreading it on the canvas. This was why he’d bought the cottage. There he could paint without interruptions.

“Jason called us for supper, baby.” That was a lot closer than the first call had been. And not Jason.

“I’m busy. I’ll eat later.” Tomorrow. Maybe. He grabbed a tube of cadmium yellow.

“That’s not how it works, baby,”

“Go away. This is my studio.” He squirted the yellow out on his fingers, slashing at the canvas.

Hot hands grabbed his ass. “But you’re my boy.”

“Not a boy.” God, that felt good. No. No distractions. None.

Bishop squeezed. “Sure you are. You’re mine.”

“Working. Busy. Shoo. Go eat.”

“Not until you come with me. You need to eat.” Bishop’s chin landed on his shoulder.

“I’m…” He hummed and leaned back into Bishop, just for the second. Bishop’s lips were warm on his neck. “Working…” Oh. Oh, so good.

“Me too.”

No. No, they were in the studio…

“Come with me,” murmured Bishop, hands sliding around Knight’s waist and tugging him backward.

“Mouse.” He was dirty and busy and his radio was on and… And Bishop’s moan settled in the pit of his stomach.

“Bish, honey, are you…?” Rook’s voice sounded then faded.

He felt Bish’s smile against his skin.

“Where are we going? I’m not hungry. I ate yesterday. I’m working.” He had a thousand complaints, but he was more interested in the mouth against his skin than anything else.

“You have to eat every day.” Bishop always insisted on food. It could be terribly inconvenient. “So we’re going to the kitchen, Jase made osso buco.”

“I’m not hungry. He understands. He’s a good kid.”

“Osso buco—do you even know what that is? It’s fancy restaurant food. And he might understand, but I don’t.”

“I do know what it is. Has the kid decided to go to culinary school?”

“Nope. He just likes experimenting. He’s trying to impress Rookie.” Bish laughed. “It’s working, too.”

“If I eat a bite will you stop fussing?”

“Yep. Come on.”

He rolled his eyes—half-irritated about losing work time, half-irritated about not getting fucked.

Bish wrapped an arm around his waist and they were halfway to the kitchen before he added. “I do believe there are special activities planned for dessert, too.”

Like Knight wanted dessert. The paint was calling him.

He had to admit that the kitchen smelled amazing when they got there, the table set for four, lit candles in the middle of it. He put his hands on his hips. “Look at all this.”

Jason gave him a quiet smile. “Thanks, Knight. I hope it’s good.”

“It smells amazing, honey—it’s going to be awesome.” Rook gave Jason a kiss, then came over and gave him one. “Thanks for joining us.”

He rolled his eyes, but smiled. “Just for a bit. Working. I should wash up.”

“Sink’s free. You need to use edible paint so I can lick you clean.” Rook was such a horndog. As always.

“Uh-huh.” Right. He went to the kitchen sink and started scrubbing hard, nails dragging on his skin.

Bishop came and stood behind him, hands following his, moving over his skin.

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