Page 97 of Protecting his Secrets

Malachi unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock free, lubing it quickly. He didn’t take the time to undress, just lined himself up and slid home with groans from them both. When he was deep inside, he paused.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

As soon as he did, Malachi grabbed the new toy he’d bought online. He squirted some lube onto Nick’s cock, smirking at the deep lines on his face as he tried to figure out what was happening, and then slid the cock sleeve onto his dick.

“Holy fuck!” he hissed.

“Move your hips, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on me and the sleeve.”

It took him a few seconds to figure out the rhythm, but soon enough, he was dropping onto Malachi’s cock and thrusting forward into the sleeve. His fingers were white on the headboard, his muscles bulging with every movement. Malachi could feel himself drawing closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it. Take yourself over the edge, Nick.”

Nick increased his speed, and Malachi barely kept hold of the sleeve, but then Nick groaned and worked his way through his climax, the pure, painful pleasure of an orgasm flowing across his face. Chest heaving, Nick slumped to the bed, though his hands remained around the headboard.

Malachi was on the edge. “Nick, keep moving.”

Nick opened his eyes and stared at him, licking his lips before continuing his previous movements. Malachi inhaled through his nose as his climax barrelled forward. Three more thrusts, and he flew, gripping Nick’s hips as he took over and slammed deeper, coaxing every bit of his orgasm from him. Resting back on his heels, he dropped his head back, wincing when he slid free from Nick’s ass.

He peered down at him after a few seconds. “You can let go now, Nick.”

Nick unpeeled his hands from the headboard and fisted and stretched them repeatedly. “Ouch.”

“Maybe I need to swap it out for some cylindrical ones, rather than square.”

Nick’s stomach muscles clenched, and he rose, encircling Malachi in his arms. “It’s fine. I love you.”

Malachi sighed, never tired of hearing that. “I love you.”

****

“Mum, please. I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me looking a mess. It’s just them. They won’t mind! I only donated blood. It’s not all over me.”

Emily huffed. “Just them, he says. They’re important, Malachi! We have to give a good impression.”

Malachi smiled. “I think your chocolate cake at Prince George’s party was enough of a good impression. More than one person said it was the best they’d tasted, and even Oscar said he’d love to have it in his coffee shop.”

Emily flushed, and she busied herself with putting her light jacket on. “Okay. Well, we’re as decent as we’re going to get. We better not keep them waiting.”

Malachi withheld his comment and held the door open for her and his grandmother. Nick waited by the car, opening the doors and helping them in. Sally took the passenger front seat, like he knew she would, and Malachi settled behind Nick. It meant he could meet his gaze in the rearview mirror, too. Nick had offered to take them to dinner, but the king had offered to host them instead, giving Malachi’s and Nick’s families the chance to meet them properly.

Sally asked plenty of questions of them on the journey, even questions she’d asked several times before. It was her way of settling her nerves because the royal family had been a big part ofherlife, too. She had grown up with them as much as he had, and it was where his love had come from.

Parking at Windsor Castle was easy enough, and then he and Nick escorted them into the building. The moment they entered, Sally gasped, holding onto Malachi’s arm as she looked above her.

“It’s so big! The pictures don’t do it justice.”

“I thought the same when I first came here,” Malachi said.

“Mrs Hopkins, Mrs Sanders, I’m so glad to meet you. Malachi has told me a lot about you.” Andrew stood before them, andSally gripped Malachi’s hand. “I would love to escort you to dinner if you would let me.”

Emily smiled and curtsied. “It’s very nice to meet you in person, Your Majesty. Thank you for the escort. Mum?”

Sally visibly pulled herself together. “I would like to say one thing before we go.” Malachi winced, wondering what was going to come out of her mouth.

“Of course.”

“I’m so dreadfully sorry about your father, your mother and your wife. You’ve had a life filled with grief and yet you’re determined to pull every ounce of happiness from it as you can. I wish I had the same perseverance.”

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