Page 24 of The Hitman's Omega Priest
“Does this place at least have cable?” Kensley asked. “Or real books?”
“Yes to books,” King said. “No cable but there is restricted Wi-Fi. And there’s another amenity I’m sure you’ll want to take advantage of.”
“Which is?”
“A surprise. And a peace offering for ripping you out of your life.”
Kensley resisted thanking his brother for ripping him out of that soul-sucking existence, but he didn’t need King angsting anew over the decision to send him to the Order. Not when he had so much else on his overflowing plate. All of them staying alive was the most important thing right now.
The present was priority, not the past.
“When do we leave here?” Bishop asked.
“The next stop doesn’t have overnight accommodations, so I’d suggest leaving in the morning. You’ll reach your final destination by sunset tomorrow.”
All the vagueness was starting to irritate Kensley, but he also understood that both men were using an overabundance of caution. Even though their phones should be clean of bugs, King hadn’t survived this long in his violent world by taking dumb chances.
“Understood,” Bishop said. “I’ll call when we get there.”
“Good. Kens?”
“Yes?” Kensley replied.
“I love you, little brother. Stay safe.”
“I love you, too, and I will. Promise.”
The call dropped, and Kensley gave Bishop his phone back. Bishop pulled him into a hug that Kensley sank into, loving the way he fit so well in Bishop’s arms. Part of Kensley wanted to weep with joy over having spoken to King again, and hearing with his own ears that King was doing all this because he loved him. But Kensley was too anxious about tomorrow’s unknown travel plans.
“Do you have an idea of where we’re going?” he asked.
“An idea, yes, especially with him providing us with passports.”
“I hope it’s a tropical island, but with my luck it’ll be an igloo in northern Canada or something.”
Bishop chuckled. “I don’t think they have igloos in Canada.”
“They might. Have you explored the whole country?”
“Nope. But I have been to British Columbia, and it’s gorgeous.”
“So you think we’re going to BC?”
“Possibly. I obviously won’t know for sure until we get where we’re going tom—” His phone pinged, and he checked the notification. “Instructions for tomorrow. We’ll know when weget to the passport pickup, Kens, so there’s no sense in guessing or wondering. Let’s figure out what we want to create for lunch, and then watch more of that old cop show.”
Kensley pouted for about three seconds then shrugged. “Okay, fine. Food and TV, it is. At least we know there will be more things to do wherever we’re going. I am so freaking bored here, and it’s getting to me. I can’t imagine having to stay cooped up here for two more weeks.”
“Am I not entertaining you enough?” Bishop groped his ass. “I’ll have to do better.”
“You can do better later. My ass needs a rest. Even with the natural lube, I’m not used to all this friction.”
Bishop’s smirk flattened. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all, I’m just sore and need a break from fucking, which I know can be hard to resist when I’m turned-on and wet, and trust me, my body knows I’ve got years of celibacy to make up for. But I am a grown man and can control myself for a couple of hours. As long as we both put on some clothes.”
“All right.” He gently held Kensley by the elbows and stared at him with so much intensity that his belly wobbled. “Promise that if I ever do go too hard, or do anything that’s causing you pain, you’ll speak up. This is very new to you, and I should have known better than to fuck you so many times, so close together. I’m sorry.”
Kensley pressed a shushing finger to Bishop’s lips. “Don’t apologize. I wanted every second of what we’ve done. And now that we know we’ve got at least two more weeks to look forward to? We can slow down a little.”
