Our Little Nest: Book 4 of The Two Timer Series

by D. B. Watson

  They released Adam and Yuri. Adam turned and saw his jeep, but couldn’t understand why Seth was letting him go again.

  “You sacrificed yourself to save Shawn. So, I’m returning the gesture, an eye for an eye.”

  “You mean he would have died?” asked Yuri.

  “Never mind that. If either of you speaks of this to anyone, I promise I will come for Patrick and you will never see him again. Understood?”

  “Yes,” they both said.

  “Oh, and one more thing.” Seth looked back and called to his man guarding his SUV. “Let Christopher out!”

  Without question, the door opened, and Jamie climbed out with caution.

  “Come here, son.” Seth waved for him to approach. Jamie moved over to his father, all the while looking at Yuri with tears in his eyes. Seth wiped his son’s tears away with the back of his hand, smiling down at him.

  “My biggest regret is that I was too lenient with you, but that’s my mistake. You’re older now, and I shouldn’t dictate where you want to be. If you want to go with Yuri Jin, then I won’t stop you, but you can never return to us. Is that what you want, to leave your family?”

  “I love Yuri.”

  “I hope that’s not one-sided.” Seth leaned in and kissed Jamie on the forehead before letting him go to Yuri. Jamie ran into Yuri’s arms, holding him tight. “Forget what conspired here, gentlemen.”

  “What about Justin and Ethan?” Adam asked.

  “They’re on their way home as we speak and free from me. They will remember nothing that happened—don’t try to remind them.”

  Seth walked away, and his men copied his moves as they all boarded their vehicles and drove off.

  In silence, Yuri and Jamie climbed into Adam’s back seat as he climbed into the driver’s seat. Yuri had offered to drive, but Adam wouldn’t have it. He needed to be in control as they passed the welcome sign to the town en route to the city.

  ****

  When they arrived, Adam dropped Yuri and Jamie off at their hotel. Adam stayed in his jeep as Yuri helped Jamie out.

  “You two should be safe now,” Adam said.

  “Thanks to you, Detective Potter,” Yuri said.

  “Will you be staying here?”

  “No. We will be leaving tomorrow.”

  “Well then I guess this is goodbye.”

  “Yes it is. Your bonus will be sent to you tomorrow.”

  “Thank you.” Adam glanced at Jamie who remain quiet. “Take care of him,” Adam said to Yuri.

  “And you take care of Patrick. He deserves to be loved.”

  Adam consider asking him what he meant by that but dropped it as he drove off.

  It was after midnight when Adam arrived home finding Patrick’s luggage stacked by the elevator. He been meaning to show Patrick how to unlock the elevator but kept putting it off. He was done putting things off. He scaled the stairs to his apartment and rushed to his bedroom, where he found Patrick untouched.

  He needed a shower, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the sleeping figure. He climbed into bed, gathering the warm body close to his. Patrick shifted in his hold as he took a deep breath, feeling Adam’s breath on his neck. His eyes shot open and he turned to face Adam, in shock to see him.

  “You came back,” Patrick said, touching his face in the dark, not seeing the new bruises and cuts in place of the old ones.

  “I promised I would,” Adam answered, kissing his mouth.

  “I was afraid you didn’t get my texts,” Patrick said breathlessly.

  “I’m so glad you’re here.”

  “Me too.”

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yes. I told my parents this is where I needed to be. With you. And I told them about the house.”

  “Our house.”

  “Our house.”

  “Patrick, we’re going to be okay. I’ll make sure of that.”

  “I know you will.” They kissed once more before falling into their urges.

  CHAPTER 49

  NeSt

  When Patrick awoke the next day, he saw Adam’s fresh injuries. His first instinct was to panic and wake Adam, demanding he explain what had happened to him. But he realized Adam might be exhausted and wouldn’t want to explain the past night's events. He was the one who told him to go help Yuri find Jamie, even if Yuri was blackmailing him.

  Adam’s arm was draped over his waist and he didn’t stir when Patrick moved it and got out of bed. Tugging on the tee shirt he had on the night before, Patrick moved to the kitchen, wanting to make coffee. He filled a pitcher with water and poured it into the coffee maker, but he didn’t pay attention to how much he needed, and it overflowed.

  He used a tea towel to mop up the mess and dropped it into the sink. He grabbed the container marked coffee, measuring out scoops. He didn’t know how much Adam used, so to be sure, he used fifteen. He turned it on and went to work on breakfast.

  He opened the refrigerator to find two eggs, no meat, no bread, and leftover pizza on the counter. Patrick took out the eggs and found a bowl, cracking each of them, fishing out pieces of shells. He grabbed a skillet and turned on the heat.

  “Okay, I need to season the eggs,” he said, reaching for the salt and pepper, then remembered Adam liked a certain spice in his eggs. He rummaged through the spices looking for it, forgetting he had the skillet on. “I remember, its dill,” he stated. He turned to retrieve the spice, finding Adam standing behind him, taking an overheated smoking pan to the sink.

  “Adam, what are you doing? I want to make you breakfast.”

  Adam grabbed his chin and brought him in for a kiss. “First—good morning.”

  “Good morning.”

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  “Well, thank you,” Patrick smiled. “And you—look like you don’t want to talk about last night.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Did you find Jamie?” Patrick asked, glancing down at the spice jar in his fingers.

  “Yes.”

  “He’s with Yuri?”

  “Yes.”

  Patrick nodded, raising his head to lock eyes with his lover. “Adam, I need to tell you something about Yuri—”

  “There’s no need to,” Adam interrupted, taking the spice from Patrick’s shaking fingers. “He told me everything.”

  “Everything?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Adam, I can explain.”

  “No.”

  “What?”

  “We’re going to take a shower. Next, I’m taking you to breakfast. And finally, we’re going to take another look at our new house.”

  “But, Adam, I need to—”

  “Pat.” Adam demanded Patrick’s attention. Not cold or callous, but tender and heartfelt.

  Patrick stopped talking and stared back with his large, hazel eyes Adam would melt to whenever his aristocrat wanted his way.

  “Things happened that can’t be explained. Even if we wanted to. We need to let the past be in the past.”

  “Adam—"

  “I kept my promise and came home.”

  “That’s what I wanted.”

  “Come shower with me, and let’s enjoy the day.”

  The coffee maker started brewing and Adam turned to discover thick sludge drizzling into the pot. He looked back at Patrick, who seemed perplexed by the sight.

  “I’ll go warm up the water.” Patrick raced off, leaving Adam shaking his head.

  ****

  Patrick walked through the breakfast nook to the kitchen. The room had a cozy solace with a rustic paneled window where he would put their table for two. The view of the garden was tranquil and inviting. Adam walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging him.

  “We did it,” Adam said.

  “Yeah, we did.” Patrick continued to gaze at the view. “Any regrets?”

  “Not when it comes to you.”

  “You’re the only man who ever wanted to take a chance with me. The rest only wanted�
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  Adam stopped him by kissing him. “Never believe I think less of you. I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  Adam picked Patrick up in a bear hug, causing him to cry out with laughter.

  “Then no more doubts,” he ordered, smiling.

  “Okay, okay, no more doubts.”

  Adam lowered him down and kissed him again. “You know, we should christen our new home.”

  “Which room?”

  “All of them.”

  “We don’t have time for that now.”

  “Right, then one room.”

  “Here?”

  “No, keep guessing,” Adam said, taking Patrick’s coat off, then his own, dropping them to the floor. He took Patrick’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen.

  “Okay.” Patrick wondered why Adam dropped their coats to the floor but played along. “The kitchen then.”

  “Nope, wrong again.” This time Adam tugged off his shirt and removed Patrick’s, dropping them to the floor, pulling him out of the room and into the hallway. Adam bent down and untied Patrick’s shoes and his own, then rose. “We should leave our shoes here.”

  “Oh, really?” Patrick said, watching Adam kick off his shoes.

  “Come on, your turn.” Patrick copied him and again Adam tugged him out of the hallway to a connected room.

  “Okay,” Patrick said. “The living room would be nice.”

  “Buzz. Wrong again.” Adam reached for Patrick’s pants and began undoing them.

  “Adam, I’m going to run out of clothes soon.”

  Adam ignored him. He helped Patrick out of his pants, exposing his sky-blue briefs that hugged his ass. Then he removed his own, stepping out wearing tight, black boxers. Again, Adam took Patrick’s hand, and led him upstairs into the largest of the three bedrooms.

  “The bedroom?” asked Patrick. “A bit cliché, isn’t it?”

  Adam smiled at him as he shook his head no.

  “Come on, Adam, we’re down to our underwear.”

  “No, we’re not.” Patrick followed Adam’s gaze and saw that they both had socks on.

  “Allow me,” Patrick said, placing his hand on Adam’s shoulder, and with his free one he pulled off his socks, then he kneeled and took off Adam’s socks for him. He stood back up and held out his hand to Adam, who grabbed it and walked him into the master bathroom. The room was half the size of Patrick’s bathroom at his parents’ home, but it had a private bathtub, separate from the stand-alone shower, and a view of the garden and pool below.

  “You have one more guess,” Adam said.

  “Oh, well, let’s see, could it be here?”

  “Ding-ding-ding. We have a winner,” Adam said, reaching for the hem of Patrick’s undies.

  “Adam, we can’t take a shower, or a bath; there're no towels.”

  “We’re not getting wet from water.”

  Patrick grinned as he stepped close and place his thumbs between Adam’s hemline and skin. They both removed the other’s underwear, pushing them past their thighs and allowing them to drop to the floor. They never took their eyes off each other. When they stepped out of their last piece of clothing, Patrick could see Adam’s intentions, hunger, lust. Adam grabbed him and pulled him into a breathtaking kiss. Patrick could feel Adam’s hands moving all over him, fondling any part that made Patrick moan.

  Adam’s lips moved from Patrick’s mouth to his neck along his shoulder. He kissed and bit as Patrick struggled in his grip as his rigid cock bumped against Adam, causing longing sensations to run rampant through his body.

  Adam sucked each of his nipples as he kneeled and stroked him. Patrick gasped when Adam took him into his mouth. The intensity of heat and wetness kept Patrick captive as Adam’s tongue and mouth bathed Patrick in ecstasy.

  Adam stopped and rose, grabbing Patrick and moving him to the window, making him face it. Patrick stared at their private garden and pool below as Adam pressed against his back and whispered into his ear, kissing his lobe as he panted.

  “My bathroom window was the first place I saw you. The first time my cock wanted to be inside you,” Adam whispered.

  “I was fixing my hair in the mirror.”

  “That’s right, and I was putting in a screen.”

  “Oh, is that what you were doing?”

  Adam rubbed against Patrick. “Well, afterward, I had to relieve some stress.”

  “Do you have any lube?”

  “No need, I have my own.” Adam bent down and saturated Patrick’s velvet passage. He used his fingers to relax his entrance. Patrick moaned as Adam stood up. “Feel that, baby?”

  “Oh, yes,” Patrick groaned.

  “Now feel this.” Adam slid into Patrick slowly as Patrick relaxed around him. He increased his thrusts, holding him in place against his chest. He reached around and pumped his cock while pounding into him with great determination until he spilled his seed deep inside him.

  “That was nice,” Patrick said in a shaky voice.

  “Who said I was done?” Adam turned Patrick around and lifted him off his feet. “Straddle me,” he ordered.

  Patrick wrapped his legs and arms around Adam’s neck and hips as he’s reentered.

  “Fuck, you’re still hard,” he said, as Adam gained deeper penetration. Patrick couldn’t form words as he was bounced by his lover.

  “Oh, so nice, I’m inside you.” Adam walked him over to the sink and sat him down as he continued his advance. After a while, Adam shook from satisfaction as he waited until he slipped from the confined space. He dropped to his knees, deep-throating Patrick. Patrick’s voice echoed the room until he released. Adam drained him until he was empty, then stood up. “Now that was nice.”

  “You’re a very passionate man, Adam Potter.”

  “You bring out the best in me.” Adam helped him to his feet and they caught their breath.

  “I can’t believe we bought a house together,” Patrick said, kissing Adam.

  “We sure did.”

  “We can have dinner parties.”

  “Whatever you want.”

  Patrick’s smile vanished, causing concern in Adam.

  “Pat—what’s wrong?”

  “Adam,” he moaned, “I just unpacked. Now I have to repack to unpack again?” he groaned dramatically.

  Adam rolled his eyes. “You’ll be all right; we’ll do it together.”

  “Okay. You know what? I don’t care. We’re taking the next step and I couldn’t be happier. I love you.”

  “I love you more.”

  THE END

  Closing

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