Turning, he straddled Nate’s legs so he could look at him. He was such a handsome and virile man. Nate was tough. He made Aiden feel protected, yet he made him want to be able to fight at his side and make him proud as well. Cupping Nate’s cheeks in his hands, Aiden pressed his lips to Nate’s. The whiskers on Nate’s face tickled and caressed his own face, making him remember the feel of it on his neck when Nate thrust into him. Aiden moaned, his cock jerking against Nate’s belly.
Grabbing his ass, Nate hauled Aiden up against him. With his hands gripping each ass cheek, Nate pulled Aiden closer, making their pricks slide together.
Aiden groaned and moved on his own. The water sloshed, threatening to spill out of the tub, but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was making certain Nate knew how much Aiden wanted him, how much he’d miss him.
“Whoa, slow down, boy.” Nate pressed Aiden against him, not allowing him to move.
He loved the way Nate called him boy. It made him feel special. But even still he had to fight the urge to groan. His body was aching for attention. He didn’t want to stop.
Nate used one hand to slide up Aiden’s back and force his head down on Nate’s shoulder, while the other moved into Aiden’s crease. Nate pushed one finger inside his hole.
“Ahh…” Aiden was still loose from earlier and turned-on. There was only the feeling of pleasure.
“That’s it, boy, just be still.” Nate thrust his finger in and out a few times before inserting another. His beard rubbed Aiden’s shoulder as he nibbled and laved Aiden’s neck. Nate continued to fuck him with his fingers shallowly.
Aiden couldn’t seem to help himself. He pushed back, wanting those fingers deeper. They ended up practically laying down in the tub, with only their heads above water. Aiden rocked back on Nate’s fingers, then forward, mashing their pricks together. His breath huffed across Nate’s face accompanied by small grunts and moans. But it was to no avail, he was learning quickly that Nate did things at his own pace. He decided when and how much.
Stopping, Nate pulled his fingers from Aiden’s arse and sat up, taking Aiden with him. “Come on, boy. We’re going back to bed before we end up drowning each other.”
Blinking at him, Aiden frowned a little, but he stood and climbed out of the water. He handed Nate a towel from the rack and reached for the other.
“Jeffers, are the servants done changing the bedding and straightening the room?” Nate stopped Aiden, using the towel to dry Aiden.
“Yes, milord.”
Aiden closed his eyes, taking pleasure in the way Nate cherished and massaged Aiden’s muscles beneath the towel. Nate showed him how special he was without words. Aiden knew Nate was as anxious to get to the bedroom as he was, but Nate took his time. When he was done, he draped the towel over Aiden’s shoulders and retrieved the other and dried himself. “To bed, boy.”
Aiden practically ran to the bedroom. Nate smiled and shook his head, following at a slower pace.
His boy was gorgeous, that tight little body, the firm muscles. “No nightshirts from now on, boy.”
Watching Nate’s every move, Aiden nodded. With his gaze focused on Nate’s cock, he licked his lips. “Yes.”
Damn. Nate’s prick jerked. He was dying to feel that sweet mouth on him. Tossing his towel away, Nate joined him on the mattress. As soon as he was in the bed, Aiden pounced, landing on top of him. He attacked Nate’s mouth, kissing him, and ground his hot, hard cock against Nate’s thigh. Nate laughed and pulled back. He rolled them over so that Aiden was on the bottom and pinned his hands next to his head. “Slow down.”
“Please.”
He bit down on Aiden’s shoulder, the one he’d marked earlier.
Aiden practically purred, his back arching a bit.
For a few minutes Nate nibbled on his neck, licking and sucking, before making himself stop. He pushed up and off Aiden and sat with his back against the headboard. The boy was making him crazy.
Crawling between his legs, Aiden peered up at him, then his eyes flicked down to Nate’s cock. “Nate?”
Nate groaned and reached for him, pulling him closer. “Oh hell yes. Suck me.” Grabbing his dick, Nate held it toward Aiden’s full lips.
Aiden tentatively flicked the heavy gold ring with his tongue, his hand wrapped around the base of Nate’s cock over Nate’s hand. He did it again a few more times, then took just the very tip of Nate’s cock into his mouth, flicking and stabbing his tongue at the ring.
Every nerve ending in Nate’s body screamed out. He stroked Aiden’s cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling so overwhelmed he thought he’d explode. It wasn’t the most skilled blowjob he’d ever had, but the connection he shared with Aiden made it the best. Dropping his hand, Nate let go of himself and Aiden’s cheek before leaning back to watch.
It wasn’t long before Aiden caught the ring between his teeth and tugged a little. Aiden was obsessed with the Prince Albert. He kept pulling back and looking at it.
It was nice, but Nate wanted more. “Boy, quit playing.” Nate spread his legs further apart and cupped the back of Aiden’s neck, leading his head down toward his balls. “Lick.”
The gray eyes widened as Aiden’s mouth slipped down further on Nate’s dick, licking. He squeezed Nate’s prick in his hand and turned his head sideways, running his lips along the base of Nate’s shaft. He played there too. Then he stopped, looking up at Nate. “What should I call you?”
Damned if Nate’s cock didn’t jerk. He’d been so afraid he’d pushed too hard. He knew Aiden was having some doubts, but that made some of Nate’s own misgivings disappear. And it was sexy as hell. “You can call me sir, boy.”
Aiden smiled, his tongue flicking out to swipe Nate’s balls again. He drove Nate crazy, laving and sucking. Moving down, he nuzzled his face into Nate’s balls, licking behind them, his tongue caressing.
Nate growled, his balls drawing tighter. Fuck, that felt good. “Boy, get up here and suck my cock.”
Aiden lifted his head, his cheeks shiny with saliva, his eyes heavy lidded. “Yes, sir.” He brought Nate’s cock to him and covered it with his mouth. He couldn’t seem to help himself, his tongue went right to the ring, but pretty soon he began to go further down and sucked on the way up. It was awkward to begin with, but quickly enough he started getting braver and going farther down. He pulled back, gagging the first several times, the ring tickling the back of his throat, no doubt, but he kept going back for more.
Tangling his fingers in Aiden’s hair, Nate maneuvered his head, thrusting up a little. “That’s it, boy. Use your teeth.”
Holding Nate’s gaze, Aiden dragged his teeth up Nate’s cock, then nibbled and chewed at the foreskin. Aiden moaned and sucked him in again. Spit dripped down his chin and over Nate’s balls. He began using his hand, pumping it up and down as he sucked.
Nate planted his feet on the bed, moving his hips, fucking his boy’s mouth.
Aiden took it all, feeding him little moans and grunts along with the wet sucking sounds.
It wasn’t long before Nate’s whole body felt like it was on fire. His balls were so tight, his cock incredibly hard. His ass and thigh muscles contracted. “Fuck, boy.” He grabbed a handful of Aiden’s hair with one hand and his shaft with the other. Pulling Aiden off his dick, he came.
Spunk hit Aiden’s smooth pale cheeks, his chin, his nose and lips. It was one of the hottest things Nate had seen in a long time. Aiden blinked, his tongue darting out to clean his lips.
Nate groaned and sat forward. He caught Aiden’s face in his hands and tugged him to his knees. Slanting his mouth over Aiden’s, he kissed him hard and deep before stopping to lick the semen from his face.
Shivering, Aiden’s leaking prick jerked against Nate’s stomach. Oh hell yeah. Nate groaned and maneuvered Aiden on to his back. He kissed his way down Aiden’s chest. Now it was his turn to drive his boy insane with lust. When he got to the red swollen tip of Aiden’s cock, he slowly engulfed it between his lips, feel
ing it slide over his tongue and into the back of his throat. He swallowed, his throat constricting around the head.
Aiden moaned, his thighs contracting.
“You like that?”
Nodding, Aiden practically whimpered.
Doing it again, Nate varied his technique, trying to discover what Aiden liked. He caressed with his tongue, probing at the slit. He sucked hard, then backed off using his teeth. “Do you like that, boy?”
Again Aiden nodded.
Turning his head to the side, Nate ran his mouth up, then back down. He tongued Aiden’s balls. “Do you—”
Aiden’s head came off the mattress. “Sir?”
Nate arched a brow.
“Just shut up and suck my cock.”
Something jostled Aiden out of sleep. He didn’t have to pee and his stomach wasn’t growling. How long had he been asleep? Was it morning? Aiden listened for a minute before opening his eyes. The crackle and pop of wood burning in the fireplace nearly drowned out everything else. Even so, he could barely discern a clock ticking. The sheets rustled faintly as Nate moved, bumping his side. Mmm… Nate. Warring emotions rose up inside him again, but he pushed them away.
Cracking open an eye, he turned his head, looking for Nate. He rolled over, or tried to, but there was a heavy arm draped over his middle. His stomach fluttered and his already hard cock jerked, begging that he wake Nate to play. He groaned. Just a day and he’d become a wanton.
Ignoring his prick, he lifted Nate’s arm and sat up. What was that tapping sound? He didn’t see anything. They were cosseted in the bed with the side curtains pulled. Light radiated from the fireplace, casting shadows on the canopy.
“Hawk? Hawk, let me in. Jeffers won’t listen to me.”
Aiden frowned. The voice and knocking came from the sitting room that connected the suite. “Jeffers, unlock the door and open it please.”
“Yes, Lord Aiden,” Jeffers answered immediately and the door clicked and opened.
A handsome young blond practically fell inside the room. He stumbled several steps before righting himself. He spotted Aiden and waved. “Oh, hi.”
“Hello.”
Nate grumbled something inaudible and rolled onto his side. He reached out with his arm again and wrapped it around Aiden’s thighs, nuzzling his face into Aiden’s hip, making a smacking sound.
The closeness of Nate’s face to his groin made the memory of the night before come rushing back. Nate’s lips around him, sucking. Aiden pulled his knees up, making the covers tent over him, and turned his attention back to the boy. “Are you Nate’s valet?”
“I’m…Jeremy.” The last word came out hesitant.
Aiden frowned. “Nate’s son?” Why hadn’t Nate told him his son was here on Regelence?
“Yes. You know about me?” Jeremy’s gaze darted to Nate’s sleeping form.
Nodding, Aiden tried to calm the unease inside him. He felt almost betrayed that he hadn’t known Nate’s son was here. Jeremy obviously knew about Aiden. It brought back his importance in Nate’s life with alarming clarity. Aiden’s heart sank. “I thought you were still on Nate’s ship.”
“Nope. I’m here. Well, I’m sort of here. No one realizes I’m me. I’m posing as Hawk’s valet.”
“Why do you call him Hawk?”
“’Cause his last name is Hawkins. I’ve always called him that.” Jeremy shrugged and held up what appeared to be a newly starched cravat. “Listen, I’m starving, do you know how to tie this damn thing?”
Nate groaned, rolling onto his back. “Watch your mouth, Trouble.”
Starting at Nate’s voice, Aiden looked down. “You call him Trouble?”
“Trust me, it will become obvious why in no time.” Nate pushed himself up and kissed Aiden’s lips. Nate crooked his fingers at Trouble. “Come have a seat, Trouble.”
Jeremy padded over and crawled up onto the foot of the bed. Crossing his feet over his legs, he sat, looking at everything but Aiden.
For the first time, Aiden noticed that Jeremy, or Trouble as Nate referred to him, was fully dressed except for the cravat. Aiden felt like an outsider, but it wasn’t the kid’s fault. Holding out his hand, Aiden smiled. “Nice to meet you, Trouble. I hope you will forgive us for having the marriage ceremony without you.”
Trouble’s mouth dropped open, and he looked at Nate then back at Aiden. Finally, he shook Aiden’s hand. “Nice to meet you too, Aiden.”
Nate tugged his arm, pulling Aiden into his chest, and kissed his forehead. He whispered the words, “Thank you,” against Aiden’s skin.
Aiden burrowed closer, feeling a little better.
“Ahem.”
They turned, looking at Jeremy, still hanging on to one another.
“I came in here for a reason.”
Nate groaned. “What?”
Trouble grinned, showing off even white teeth, and held out the cravat. “I need you to tie this so I can go downstairs and get something to eat.”
Nate motioned for Jeremy to come closer. “Bring us some while you’re at it.”
Trouble crawled forward, perching on his knees in front of Nate.
Taking the neckcloth, Nate proceeded to tie it in an intricate knot.
It was very impressive. Aiden couldn’t tie a cravat. “How did you learn to do that?”
Nate’s long fingers slid on the white linen, reminding Aiden of what else those fingers were capable of. Heat filled his lap, his prick stirring again. Following the bare muscular arms to the burly chest, Aiden licked his lips.
“I had a valet show me when I was younger.”
So? Aiden’s brow furrowed. “I have one now and I can’t do that.”
“If you want, I’ll teach you the next time I try to teach Trouble again.” Nate finished, patting the cloth, then leaned back. “Trouble, bring us some breakfast back with you, please.”
Trouble immediately started tugging at the cravat. “I’m a fake valet, not a fake butler.”
Nate knocked the kid’s hands away. “Stop it. You’re going to mess it up. And it’s a footman who brings the food, not the butler.”
Growling, Trouble hopped off the bed out of Nate’s reach and tugged on the neckcloth again. “Well, I’m not a fake footman either.”
“Trouble…” Nate grumbled.
Aiden bit his lip to keep from laughing. Nate was right, the nickname Trouble fit this kid to a T. It amazed Aiden that the kid was brave enough to back talk Nate. He imagined even grown men were reluctant to cross Nate.
Nate chuckled and threw his pillow at him.
Laughing, Trouble tossed the pillow back. “Fine.”
Aiden laughed too. He liked seeing this playful side of Nate. The contrast of the commanding naughty sailor in bed and the attentive lover and…well father, was intriguing, sexy. It gave Aiden hope that maybe Nate would eventually decide to retire and stay here with Aiden.
As soon as Trouble left, Aiden reached behind Nate’s neck and pulled his head down for a kiss. He sealed his lips to Nate, his tongue probing.
Moaning, Nate opened for Aiden. His hand clutched Aiden’s shoulders. Slowly he kissed down Aiden’s neck and just as he got there, he stopped and pulled back.
Tracing Aiden’s neck with his fingers, Nate growled. “Aiden?” Nate tugged him forward, making him straddle his lap.
Aiden’s cock jerked at the contact and he leaned in, flicking his tongue over Nate’s lips, his fingers playing with the hair on Nate’s face. “Huh?”
Nate made a low rumbling sound deep in his throat and clutched Aiden’s shoulders. “Can you draw the man who attacked you last night?”
Chapter Thirteen
Aiden lay on his stomach with his feet curled over his back in the middle of the bed. His pencil flew over the paper with sure, even strokes. Every now and then he’d stop, his head tilting to the side. He’d make a hmm sound then grunt and go right back to sketching. The passion and intensity was astounding and arousing in the extreme.
It had to be
one of the sexiest things Nate had ever seen. It shouldn’t have been erotic at all, but it was, and damned if Nate’s dick wasn’t hard. He groaned and adjusted himself again before pacing back around the other side of the bed.
Sadly, his arousal went completely unnoticed. Hell, he wasn’t even sure Aiden realized he was still in the room as caught up in his work as Aiden was. Nate was tempted to make his presence known, but this was important. They needed to find out who and why someone had tried to murder Aiden.
Nate dragged his attention from the sweet little linen-clad ass and the constantly moving bare feet above it. He’d never seen anyone as deeply immersed in their work. He could certainly see why Aiden’s parents were concerned about his safety if Aiden was always like this, but Nate still didn’t understand their ultimatum. It didn’t matter now, but why didn’t they just assign him a guard to follow him around and watch after him while he concentrated on his art? The man was an artistic genius. Nate was probably a tad partial, but—he took another peek of the sketch Aiden was working on—no, it wasn’t his bias, Aiden was amazing.
It astonished Nate the detail Aiden was able to recall and add into the picture. He couldn’t possibly have seen the attacker for very long—he claimed to have only glimpsed the assailant in the mirror as he was being choked—but he had specifics down that most people would have missed. Nate had noticed Aiden studying things before, but he had no idea the extent of his observation skills. Aiden had included minute things, like a faint scar at the corner of the man’s left eye and a freckle on the side of his nose. Nate hadn’t taken note of either of those things, but looking at the drawing, the thug appeared exactly as he remembered. Incredible.
Aiden sat, dropping his pencil. “Done.” He stretched his arms in the air and tilted to each side. “Nate?”
“Here.”
Turning his head, Aiden smiled, his face softening from the intense expression he’d worn while working. “Oh.” He motioned toward the paper, then held out his hand to Nate. “What do you think? Is it how you remember him?”
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