Guardian of His Heart [Guardian 2] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by Lacey Denair

astonished when Kelley got him to make snow angels. The king had a grand time when, after sneaking up on them, he and Kelley launched snowballs at the guards, only to end up with a fight on their hands. The king felt so young and alive! His mate brought out the best in him.
    Frederico usually had the ability to calm his fiery mate, except of course when it was aimed at him. He didn’t mind. He still loved fighting with his mate. Kelley was right. Make-up sex was fantastic!
    Frederico sat on his bed one evening, listening to soft music while the snow fell on the windowsills outside and he read his book. Kelley walked in, looking at him with that grin as he took his shoes and socks off. Once they hit the floor, Kelley started dancing to the music the king was listening to. He danced slowly, oh so slowly around the room, letting his body go with the beauty of it. He danced over to the bed and let his shirt slide off his shoulders. Then he weaved and swayed his way back to the chair, sitting just to the other side of the bed, dropped his pants, and stepped out of them. He looked at Frederico the whole time with his small smile, gracefully winding his hands this way and that to the beat of the music. He slowly danced over to the bed, taking the band from his hair, and started to slide across the comforter, when the king suddenly reached out and grabbed him around the waist. Kelley gave out a muted squawk but let his mate capture him.
    “Why do you torment me so, my love? You know I cannot resist you when you dance for me.”
    “Maybe that’s why I do it,” Kelley said with hooded lids. “Maybe you have something I want. Something I need.”
    “And what would that be my mate?”
    “That third leg of yours. Now gimme!” Kelley started pulling the king’s robe off, only to happily discover he was naked under it. “Oh yeah, there it is! Gimme, gimme, gimme now!”
    “You are very impatient tonight. Why, may I ask? What got your motor fired up?”
    “I was thinking of you all day today. You know how you affect me, king, baby. You do it on purpose, too.”
    “I did nothing. What exactly are you referring to? Tell me, or I will not give you what you want.” Frederico was such a liar at times.
    “You were stroking me at dinner, were you not?”
    “Oh that. Yes, I seem to remember something about that. All right, come here and behave.” The good king could always hope his mate would behave. As Kelley would say, “or not.”
    The king let go of his little mate to get the red oil from the night table. Just when he released Kelley, he took off across the room.
    “Where are you going? I thought you wanted this,” the king asked.
    Holding up his cock and shaking it at Kelley, Frederico looked up at his mate, confused.
    “I do, over here.” Kelley pointed where he stood next to the wall.
    Frederico was missing something. Why was Kelley over there? “Oooohh.”
    The king got up and wandered over to his mate. “Over here? Are you sure?”
    “Oh yeah, king, baby. You ever had wall sex?”
    “That would be a no.” The large man looked down at his love with a raised eyebrow.
    “Geez, you’ve never done anything fun, have you? They didn’t let you out much as a kid did they, baby?” Kelley gave Frederico that grin.
    The redhead jumped up onto the king, wrapped his legs around his waist, and held on with his hands locked together behind Frederico’s neck. “I’m ready, now gimme.”
    The king just shook his head and walked over to the wall, placing Kelley’s back against it. He had set the oil down on a chest of drawers close-by, so he slid over and grabbed it. As he started stretching Kelley, the imp in his arms started yelling. “I love that oil. Please tell me we’ll never run out! Oh yeah, more, more, more ,” Kelley said as his voice got lower and lower. Frederico was running his fingers in and out, adding more as he went. He really enjoyed stretching his love, and it could have something to do with Kelley’s