Never a Road Without a Turning by Rowan McAllister

Author:Rowan McAllister [McAllister, Rowan]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 13

THE NEXT night, a new pair of russet velvet house slippers waited for him when Pip entered the library. He’d collected numerous parcels from the village earlier that day, and now he wondered if the slippers had been among them.

“For me?”

Ash nodded. “I can’t have you catching another chill, now can I?”

Feeling slightly placated by the gesture, Pip gave the man a small smile and sat to put them on. “Do ye want me to find somethin’ to read, or can we dispense with the niceties and go on upstairs?” he asked with a wink as he wriggled his toes into the plush lining of his slippers.

Ash squirmed in his seat and looked away. After clearing his throat, he said, “I think it would be better if we stayed down here tonight.”

Pip raised his eyebrows. They had a greater risk of being caught down there than in the man’s rooms, but he shrugged. He wasn’t exactly against the idea of them having a go at each another in the library. Pip grinned and closed the distance between them. “If that’s what ye want….”

He sank to his knees in front of Ash’s chair and reached for the placket of the man’s trousers only to be stopped by Ash’s hands on his wrists.

“I didn’t mean that. Not here, Phillip.”

Pip growled and stood up. “What do ye want, then?”

Ash closed his eyes and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. He sighed heavily and took a large swallow from his whisky glass before he said, “I want peace in my house. I want you to no longer be angry with me. That’s what I want.”

“Then come upstairs,” Pip said and walked out the door without looking back. If the man insisted on being so bloody high-handed all the time, then Pip would give him a little of his own medicine, see how he liked it.

Ash made him wait. Pip didn’t hear the man’s limping footsteps in the hall until he’d been buried beneath the blankets for a good five minutes. When he did arrive, he was silent while Pip undressed him, the passion in his eyes muted compared to their other encounters, and Pip began to feel guilty for pushing him.

In an attempt to make amends, Pip asked, “If I were to answer yer questions from last night, would it be fair to expect a return in kind, then?”

Without waiting for an answer, Pip pushed Ash down on the bed, began nibbling his neck, just below the ear, and rolling the man’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Ash swallowed and took a shuddering breath. “Quid pro quo? I… suppose that would be fair.”

Pip wrapped his hand around Ash’s rapidly filling prick. “I’m from London… originally.”

Ash moaned and thrust into his grip. “Devon. The—the family seat is in Devon,” he panted as Pip gave his cock a few pumps and bent to suck one of Ash’s nipples.

Pip released the swollen nub and grinned against the man’s chest. “That weren’t me question, but glad to ’ear it.

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