The Taming Of The Hawk by Anne Brooke

Author:Anne Brooke [Brooke, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay & Lesbian
ISBN: 9781611247046
Publisher: Amber Quill Press, LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Jarrod woke at dawn, his mind already leaping to the day ahead and the plans he needed to confirm. Next to him, he was almost surprised to see the sleeping figure of a man. It took him a couple of heartbeats to place him, but, for the first time he could remember, the idea it might be Alban did not grip him.

Gazing at Red, he was sorely tempted to join with him again, if the man was willing, but he did not have time. Instead, he pressed the comms buzzer for the chamber servants and nudged Red awake.

"You may go," he said. "Bessani will be needing you, no doubt."

"You're not a man for sweet nothings in the morning, great lord."

Jarrod's mouth quirked upwards, and he caught the shadow of Red's smile, too. "I apologize. There's much on my mind, but my words were discourteous. Thank you for the pleasure of your company. You are indeed an interesting..."

"Acquisition, sir?" Red finished his words, though it was not what Jarrod had intended to say.

No matter. The slave had reminded him of their very different positions in life. To his surprise, it was a reminder he'd needed.

"Yes. A very interesting acquisition," he said, his voice a low growl. "There you are right. Now go. I have much to do."

As he busied himself with warming the water to wash his face, Jarrod heard the sounds of Red moving around his bedchamber and found he could not settle. It was only when his companion had finally gone, the atmosphere strangely replete with all the words neither of them had said, that Jarrod felt his muscles relax. Their encounter had both satisfied him and disturbed him. Still, he had no time to ponder it. His attention needed to be elsewhere.

Because tomorrow night, at all costs, he was determined to win.

* * * *

Redallek made his way from Jarrod's bedchamber, his blood singing with things he wanted to say, but could not. It had been different. A far more powerful encounter than he'd been anticipating, though he had not had long to anticipate it. He knew himself well enough by now to understand his need to submit in bed and had enjoyed Jarrod's rough play. He could take rougher and far more intricate, however, and pondered for a moment how it would be if the two of them ever had a chance to repeat their joining. He sighed. He was stupid to think in that way; the gulf between Jarrod and himself was too great, on so many levels. He had no choice but to put last night behind him and focus on the here and now. Firstly, he needed to know if Bessani had succeeded in getting his message to the liaison point.

By the time he reached the kitchen, his arse was sorer than he'd thought possible and his legs ached. Bessani must have been watching out because the moment he stepped over the threshold into the heat and spice of the cooking-area, she nodded at him and then in the direction of one of the store cupboards.

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