Eden Winters The Wish

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.Alex shifted in his bed, his soreness a reminder of how the evening had been spent, and an imageappeared in his mind of Paul, poised above him, claiming him.Forcefully banishing thosethoughts, he rose and entered his bathroom, where an opened drawer revealed the lubricants andcondoms that Paul had discovered the night before.The guest bath was kept supplied? Well, thiswas the room they'd chosen for him, so it made sense.Paul knew they were here.Maybe Paul'sbathroom was similarly stocked, something Alex didn't want to dwell on.He tried in vain to push all thoughts of the man from his mind and focus on his shower.Assteady streams of warm water beat against his back, renewing his strength, memories of the sexybrunet kneeling before him wouldn't be denied.He'd wanted so badly to wrap his fingers in thatthick, dark hair and fuck that talented mouth, but hadn't had the chance to do it properly.Now,visualizing his cock sliding past those full lips, stretching them wide, his grip tightened to nearlyThe Wish - 73painful levels and he thrust violently into his clenched fist, knowing he could never actually fucksomeone's mouth with such force without risking an injured jaw.That was the beauty offantasies -- nobody got hurt.Moaning and bucking his hips, he stifled a scream, his orgasm slamming into him like a tidalwave.In his mind, Paul's mouth filled and overflowed, a greedy tongue trying to capture everydrop.Panting heavily and bracing against the slick shower walls, Alex watched the evidence ofhis arousal circling the drain before it disappeared.Oh, shit, was he ever in trouble.The onlyman he d ever fucked and wanted more from was off limits.Later, toweling off, he stopped to stare in shock at his reflection.Dark, purpled bites decoratedhis shoulders and chest, leading up to his neck, and he shivered at this not-so-subtle reminderthat last night he had been well and truly owned.***Breakfast was a quiet affair, mostly because Alex ate alone.Alfred couldn't eat or drink beforechecking into the hospital at ten o'clock, and neither Bernard nor Martha had seen Paul allmorning.Maybe the conniving little schemer had conceded defeat and finally given up.Alex supposed it shouldn't have surprised him to find the missing enigma in his uncle's room,busily packing a suitcase, something the hired help should have been doing, in his opinion."Good morning, Uncle," Alex began cheerfully, pointedly ignoring Paul, who retreated into thewalk-in closet without acknowledging him."Good morning, Alex," his uncle replied."I trust you had a pleasant evening."More loudly than was necessary he answered, "Why, yes, sir.Most memorable, indeed."He was rewarded by a heavy thump and an "Ow!" from the closet."Paul, are you all right?" Alfred cried out.With his uncle's attention diverted, Alex didn't botherto hide his smirk.Paul emerged from the closet rubbing his head, a large, leather-bound book in his free hand."Yes, sir.I found that mystery you were missing.It was on the top shelf.""I wonder how it got there?" Alfred mused."Ah, never mind.Just set it on the dresser if youdon't mind.It'll give me added incentive to get home so I can finish it.Would you please pack afew periodicals for light reading?"Their easy familiarity wiped the smirk from Alex's face.Paul's quiet efficiency left him feelinginadequate, a reminder of the true price of his neglect.He'd unintentionally distanced himself sothoroughly that he was now unaware of his uncle's likes and dislikes, just like he hadn't knownThe Wish - 74the story behind the painting.When had that happened? When had he stopped knowing hisbeloved uncle?Paul closed the Pullman case he was packing, securing the requested magazines in a zipperedpocket.Alfred smiled and said, "Thank you, Paul.Would you please ask Anton to bring the cararound?"Though wary eyes regarded them both with suspicion, Paul mumbled, "Yes sir," and did as hewas told.When he brushed past, Alex couldn't help noticing kiss-swollen lips and the brightblush that colored Paul s high cheekbones, and had to admit that freshly fucked looked good onthe man.Alfred's sigh brought him out of his reverie."I think he's taking this pretty hard, Alex," he began."He worries so much, you know.Losing Byron was devastating, but I think it actually hurt himmore than me." His uncle slid from beneath the covers as he spoke to stand beside the bed in hisboxers and a plain white T-shirt, hair still damp from an earlier shower.Alex started to protest, only to be cut off."Byron meant the world to me and I to him.When hedied, I knew I'd be alone, even if just for a little while.My loneliness will have a very short life, Isuspect.""Don't talk like that, Uncle," Alex scolded, overlooking the "alone" and "lonliness" comments."You're going to pull through and live to be a hundred." It was only then that he noticed thestooped shoulders and sagging flesh, and how the boxers and shirt hung limply on his uncle'sbody.When had he lost all that weight?"There's no denying the truth, Alex.I've lived a long, full life and was blessed as few are [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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