The Prince of Almond Manor by Gregory Jonathan Scott

Author:Gregory Jonathan Scott [Scott, Gregory Jonathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780991467488
Publisher: Gregory Jonathan Scott, LLC
Published: 2019-11-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

“Oh, wounded hell!” Oakland groaned, frantically pulling himself out of his sleepy slumber. He nudged Deklan a few times, trying to wake him, but the weight of his body kept him pinned in place.

Moaning, Deklan shifted but hardly moved.

“Deklan, get up,” Oakland grumbled, keeping his voice close to a whisper.

“What the…?” Deklan slid off of Oakland and sluggishly sat up, rubbing his eyes like a young boy. The morning sun persistently mined for his soul like a dagger shucking a walnut.

“Stay still. Shhh! Somebody’s at the door.” Oakland kicked the bedcovers off his feet, gripping his perpetual erection against the center of his abdomen until the swelling had gone down. He pulled his trousers on at the same moment the second bang reverberated around the carriage house. At least he thought it was the second knock. He’d been sleeping so soundly, it could have been the third, the fourth, or even knock five. Who knew except the person trying to bang the door down?

“Who’s at the door this early?” Deklan sleepily asked while holding one eye shut to block out the intrusive sunlight coming in from the window next to him.

“I’m late,” Oakland answered, tripping over his big feet as he made a zigzagged route for the door. “It’s probably somebody from the kitchen staff coming here to fry me for not having their breakfast ingredients at the counter on time. They get antsy if it’s a minute late.”

Deklan dropped back, and griped, “Really?” He laid his arm across his forehead. “They disturbed us for that? Off with their heads. I’ll order it done.”

“Well… it is my job, and your family would starve to death if I wasn’t gathering your morning eggs popped out of those chickens’ asses. Now, shush.” Oakland’s hand flapped behind him, politely hushing Deklan. “Don’t let them know you’re here. I’m dead if these people found out I was sleeping with the boss’s son.”

“Forget them and come back to bed. I’m stone hard and you’re the only one who can relieve me of the misery that’s purely your fault. Get over here and take a seat on my center. Your post awaits you.” Deklan boldly voiced his orders, pulling the covers back. His full blown erection sprung forward with a heavy thud against his abdomen, it too, begging for Oakland to hop on.

“Jeez, that’s a beauty and I’d love to. But… I can’t. I have a job to do.” Oakland imagined another great ride where he’d be bouncing like a jackrabbit until they both ejaculated.

Interrupting his sexual fantasy on his boyfriend’s cock, an unfamiliar voice had rung from the other side of the door. “Deklan. You in there?”

“Holy cow patties piled higher today than yesterday.” Deklan sprang out of bed, his erection immediately arcing forward as it deflated fast. His eyes blew wide open as though he was never sleeping. Sober as ever. Erection totally gone by then.

“What the… who the?” Startled, Oakland mimicked one of Deklan’s famous phrases he’d heard before, and backed away from the door as if it was on fire.

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