Always His Earl by Cheryl Dragon

wills make all the difference in the world.” Myles leaned down and kissed George.
    Letting the kiss consume him, George saw his future. The dream he’d had in mind long before Myles was gone and Claire was married. Before the late Mr. Harris destroyed all of George’s hopes and happiness. In George’s plan, Claire and Basil were married and that made George and Myles family. The two men traveled abroad frequently for business, while Basil managed the estate and sired the heirs. George’s nephew would inherit the title and his estate. A second nephew could have Harris’ estate. Their lives would go on without drama or scandal.
    George held Myles tight and let the kiss take over. “Mine,” he whispered.
    Smiling, Myles rubbed his cock along George’s body. Propping himself up on his hands, George watched Myles’ cock grow hard. They’d need their rest, but who could sleep with a duel planned for dawn? George pulled Myles down onto the bed and pressed him face down into the soft sheets. Kneeling over Myles’ ass, he pressed his lover’s body flat against the bed.
    “What are you doing?” Myles asked.
    “Like you don’t know. You’re hardly one to play innocent.” George greased Myles’ opening.
    “Damn, not like this. I want to see you.” Myles tried to get up.
    George held him down roughly and slapped his ass. “No, it’s my turn to fuck you like a sailor. Take what I want. I outrank you, don’t I?”
    “Not on a ship, but in ballroom, yes. I don’t care about rank anymore. Take what you want.” Myles folded his arms under his head in blissful surrender.
    George smacked Myles’ ass until his fear was gone. Then he pushed the small of his back down to get a better angle. After spreading those firm cheeks, George kissed the flesh. He wanted to make it last. Teasing Myles a little by pinching his fleshy, round rump before the navy man got fucked.
    “Enjoying your power, my lord?” Myles asked playfully.
    “I am. I’ll enjoy it more in my bed back home in the country. As soon as we can leave, we will. I’ve spent enough time in this house for a lifetime. What I want is at home, not in London. Long, private walks in the garden. A roll in the hay loft like old times.” George bit along Myles’ shoulders as he slid his cock between Myles’ firm cheeks.
    “But I’m here. You don’t want me?” Myles rocked his hips.
    “I always want you. Where I go, you go. There is no question of that. I want the privacy of the country with the gardens and large house to get lost in.” George groaned and, growing harder, thrust between the fleshy cheeks. There was no rush tonight. Nothing would push him too fast. The guilt was completely gone. Claire grew stronger every day and that made Basil much happier and more useful.
    “Sounds like heaven. Your servants still can’t know,” Myles reminded him.
    “Let me worry about the servants. We’ll be safe there and free to travel once the matter is done tomorrow.” George couldn’t wait for the worst to be over.
    “Distract me. Make me forget about it. Then you can drag me about the globe traveling or keep me locked up in your bedroom for all I care.” Myles lifted his hips.
    “Swear it,” George said against Myles’ neck.
    “Swear what? We’ll win tomorrow. I swear that my family honor will be upheld.” Myles turned his head and kissed George.
    “No, swear you’re mine. We’ll be together every day until we’re dead. No license or law will enforce it, but your word is enough. Swear on your honor.” George needed to hear it.
    Myles turned his upper body so he could see George. “I swear on my life and honor. Everything that I have. I’ll never leave you. You’re saddled with me until the day you die. My family is yours, my problems are yours, and my body is entirely yours.”
    George kissed him hard. “Me too. We don’t have to marry women in a farce. We’ll work it out.”
    “It would avoid all suspicion if one of us did, however I