Page 37 of The Shadow of the Count
“Reynaud.” Donnie sighed. “He went mad working for the count.”
“What happened to him, do you know? He did legal work for the count.” Peter moved them into the bed, pushing him into the sheets after making sure they were both stripped down.
“Land deals.”Donnie shook his head. He still didn’t understand what afflicted Reynaud.
“Yes. A solicitor.” Peter shook his head. “It’s all such a mess. Has anyone heard from Grant?”
“If anyone has, it will be Clark. I did get a note that he was looking for you when we lost touch.” Donnie knew he needed to talk to Clark calmly, but right now, he couldn’t. There was no way he could face that stoic pragmatism. Jeb was even worse, because Donnie could tell he was sorry for it, but he agreed with Clark.
“Yes, well…” Peter held him close. “We’ll speak to him tonight. Not yet.”
“No. I need you. I need you to love me.” He slid a hand down to rub at Peter’s cock, which had softened, but hardened under his touch immediately.
That was just what he wanted. He needed to stop thinking, wanted Peter to wear him out so he could sleep and forget, for a tiny bit.
“I do love you, Don. I need you more than breath.”
“Good.” He sobbed a little. “The oil is just there. Will you take me?”
“Yes. Yes, of course I will. I want to.” Peter grabbed the oil. “Roll to your back all the way? I want to see you. Grab your knees and pull your legs up to your chest.”
The commanding tone in Peter’s voice made him pant. There was nothing of the hesitant man who’d left for Romania in this man before him.
So he settled on his back, pulling his thighs back toward his chest.
“You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever known. I swear to you, I’ll make you happy. I’ll find a way.” Peter oiled his fingers and pressed inside him, petting his body.
“You already do. I’m trying not to be—This is hard, Peter. Losing my friend.”
“I know.” Peter’s gaze caught his, so dear and familiar. “You’ve had a lot to deal with in your life. Too much.” One oiled finger slid inside him, the stretch and burn making him grunt.
He could be happy to stay right where he was and let Peter love him forever.
That was such a pleasant fantasy.
Peter stayed close, the touches pushing deeper, even as one kiss turned into another and another. He felt open, loved, needed, and he could see Peter’s cock rising high and hard from the nest of dark curls, ready for him.
He licked his lips, ready to be taken. “Peter.”
“Soon. I won’t hurt you. Not for anything.” Adding more oil, Peter pushed and pulled, really opening him up. Then Peter finally tugged those maddening fingers free, cock pressing at his entrance. “Tell me you want me, Don.”
“Please, Peter. Fuck me.”
“Yes. I’ll take you and make you happy.” Peter pressed into him one inch at a time, not too fast, not too slow. He moaned, his legs shaking as he tried to keep them up. “I will never fuck you though. This is love, my dear. My soul is yours.”
He swallowed hard, and Donnie’s hands shook as he waited, wanting to touch but needing to keep his legs up until Peter was fully in him. “Thank you, love.”
“Love you.” Peter sank in deep, his soul filled with the pressure of Peter’s need.
“Peter.” Yes. This was love, all the way, and he was as happy as he’d ever been right now, just at this moment.
Peter held his gaze, watching him as they rocked and shifted, Peter taking him and loving him. He could never get enough of this, and Donnie had been so terribly scared he was never going to have it again.
Now, though, he felt as connected as they ever had been. Peter had always seemed so worried, so stressed, and now Peter breathed for him.
They rocked together, Peter kissing him, licking at his lips, those dark eyes so serious, so steady.
“Yours. Love. Thank you. I missed you, so badly.” Donnie knew he was babbling, but he needed to say these things to his lover. “I was so afraid for you. That we would never see each other again.”
