Page 33 of Mistletoe and Mayhem
Thankfully, the spell connected to the plug turned off after climax unless set to keep going. Kian didn’t have the wherewithal to turn it off himself for a few minutes while his brain came back online, and he wouldn’t want to hurt Dorian by accident leaving it on while he was still sensitive.
They sought each other’s lips automatically, trading lazy kisses as they came down from such an intense release. When Kian could finally find two brain cells to rub together, he suggested, “We should get in the water and rinse off.”
“Agreed,” Dorian nodded. “In a minute. Not sure I can feel my legs.”
Chuckling, Kian righted their clothes and urged Dorian’s legs to wrap around his hips, carrying him to the water with very little effort. Dorian’s blush said he enjoyed the position and didn’t complain, letting out a happy sigh as the warm water brushed over his skin.
He went deep enough to reach chest level, then set Dorian down so they could clean the cum from their skin. Once that was done, he drew Dorian against him again, sharing another lazy kiss while they drifted in the water.
“Should I expect every day of this vacation to be like this?” Dorian asked against his lips.
Kian smirked, nipping at Dorian’s bottom lip just to watch the way his pupils blew out. “My goal is to have you boneless and sated each night, so you sleep like a rock. I told you, baby. I want you so relaxed, you won’t want to go back.”
Chapter Four
Dorian had been alive for thousands of years and never had such a relaxing vacation. Days passed with them lying out on the beach, swimming lazily in the water near their bungalow, and exploring the nearby markets. At night, or sometimes in the afternoon if they were feeling frisky, they ended up wrapped around each other, fucking in every position they could think of. He slept like the dead afterward, catching up on the hours of sleep he’d missed while overworking himself.
He still reached for his phone a few times a day, and his fingers itched for a computer to check how things were going. Kian always noticed and was quick to distract him by dragging him off to go swimming or to check out an event at the resort. His mate was determined to get him to relax, and he would let absolutely nothing get in his way.
Including his own inability to sit still.
Dorian noticed it on the third day of their vacation. Kian was getting jittery, his foot bouncing or his fingers fidgeting with the straw of his drink. He’d told Dorian more than once that sitting still was hard for him, and while lying on the beach was good forDorian, it was starting to drive his mate crazy. He needed a little more excitement than just lazing on the beach.
With that in mind, while Kian was in the shower, Dorian called down to the concierge to get some idea on local outings and activities. He noted a few down on the little notepad he’d found in the nightstand, as well as the times they were available, then he called Ozen.
“You’re supposed to be on vacation, Dorian. How in the world did you get your hands on a phone?”
Dorian pursed his lips against a frown. “I am on vacation. There’s a phone in the bungalow.”
“I’m not updating you about work. You’re supposed to be resting,” Ozen chided.
He sighed heavily. Perhaps he should have called Taron. He was less likely to scold him. “I’m not calling about work. Though, you’re one to talk. When was the last time you took a vacation before you met Avery?”
“I’m not answering that,” Ozen shot back, though Dorian could hear the smile in his voice. “If you’re not calling about work, then why are you calling? Where’s Kian?”
“He’s in the shower. He’s getting bored, so I’ve found some activities to take him on, but he stole my wallet.”
Ozen snorted, tone amused when he said, “You ending up with a trickster like Kian was the last thing I expected. I like this for you, though. He lightens your load.”
Dorian hummed in agreement. When thinking about who he might end up with, Dorian never considered someone like Kian either. Their temperaments were so different, it was stunning they worked at all. But Kian was everything Dorian never knew he needed. He made Dorian’s life better just by being his mate.
“The resort should have my card on file,” Ozen continued, oblivious to Dorian’s lovesick thoughts of his mate. “Go ahead and charge it to my tab. You can pay me back later.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it. I don’t suppose you have any ideas on how to get him to those activities without him automatically assuming I’m trying to work, do you?”
Ozen’s bark of laughter made him smile. Mating had done wonders for the both of them. There was a time he’d worried he’d never see his friend smile again.
“Not a clue. If you figure it out, share the knowledge, would you? Avery won’t let me out of his sight when we’re on vacation, because he doesn’t trust me not to check my emails. He hasn’t gone so far as to steal my phone yet, but if Kian shares that particular trick with him, I have no doubt he’ll do it.”
“I should have known not to leave you alone,” Kian commented dryly.
Dorian stiffened, looking slowly over his shoulder at his mate. “Uh, Ozen, I need to go. I’ll talk to you later.”
Ozen, having heard Kian’s warning tone, was still laughing when Dorian hung up. Dorian put his hands up in surrender, his tone earnest when he explained, “I wasn’t checking on work, I promise. He wouldn’t have told me even if I was.”
Kian narrowed his eyes but said nothing, leaning against the door to the bathroom with his arms crossed over his chest.
He couldn’t lie to his mate, it felt wrong, so he abandoned any thoughts of surprising Kian and blurted out his plan. “I found some activities we can do through the resort. I was hoping to surprise you.”
