washing off the come his tongue had missed. “I think I could go the rest of my life just painting your beautiful body and nothing else.”
“So I’m your Muse?”
Keir nodded. “And much more.” He leaned in and kissed Patryk on the mouth, no tongue, just tenderly brushed his lips against Patryk’s.
Despite the chaste contact, Patryk found himself almost hyperventilating from the simple touch, cock throbbing and twitching with need as if he hadn’t come just minutes before.
Keir pulled back and looked at him. “You’re too much, you know that?”
“Not for you. For you, I’m just enough.”
“I know you’re hungry, and I am, too, so let’s take you out of these cuffs and get us something to eat.”
“Keir…”
He looked at Patryk, slightly slanted, almond eyes piercing and all-seeing, and Patryk couldn’t go on, too much of a coward to question Keir’s earlier outburst, afraid of what lay beneath the perfect man.
Keir cupped Patryk’s cheek, stared at him a long time before saying, “I’ll tell you everything you need to know after we eat. Okay?”
Reverting to type and kicking himself for his meekness, Patryk simply nodded his agreement and murmured, “Okay.”
82
Gracie C. McKeever
Chapter 9
Zara cradled her chin in her palms and sighed as she sat at the foot of the bed with her knees drawn up toward her chest and supporting her elbows as she watched Patryk and Keir leave the bedroom en route to the kitchen.
She envied the closeness they shared, but especially admired Patryk’s ability to give up control and entrust Keir with his physical and emotional well-being. She admired Patryk’s inherent strength the same way she marveled at the tenderness and brutality that seemed to walk hand in hand in a Dom/sub relationship.
Of course, Patryk and Keir’s encounter only seemed like brutality to her since she didn’t really know all that much about Dom/sub relationships and had never been into pain. Being on the other end of a spanking hadn’t really appealed to her before she’d watched her brother take one from Quincy and emerge none the worse for wear. Instead, like Patryk, Zack had seemed ultimately fulfilled, enough so that Zara thought she’d like to experience the feeling firsthand rather than just as a third wheel possessing another’s body.
She wanted the fulfillment Quincy and Zack, and now Keir and Patryk, had and wondered if angels were allowed kinky pleasures in heaven or was that sort of thing totally frowned upon from God’s minions.
Zara winced, tilted her head back and glanced skyward expecting some sort of lecture from Micah about her overactive hormones, but none was forthcoming, at least not yet.
Speaking of which, she wondered now since Patryk and Keir had done the deed whether her job was done.
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She didn’t think there was any way the pair wouldn’t stay together after that intense and intimate session of lovemaking. The air around her was rife with the men’s passion, and no one could convince her that Keir and Patryk had engaged in anything but lovemaking and not just had fantastic sex, though there had been that.
So, did this mean Jamaereh and Micah would be calling her back soon?
Any other time, they’d be buzzing in her ear and arguing with each other about how well or not she was doing her job.
Zara glanced skyward again. “Hello, guys. A little guidance would be nice, please.”
“Do you believe your task is completed, child?”
“Well…yeah?”
“Think again, human.”
Keir and Patryk together. Check. Keir and Patryk really liked each other.
Check and double check. Keir and Patryk made explosive love. Triple check.
Hey, they were doing a lot better than she had in all of her past relationships on Earth put together. Of course, there was that niggling little detail of baggage.
“Bingo!”
Zara would have laughed at Jamaereh’s ironic terminology if she hadn’t just remembered Keir’s last words to Patryk
“So I’m your Muse?”
Keir nodded. “And much more.” He leaned in and kissed Patryk on the mouth, no tongue, just tenderly brushed his lips against Patryk’s.
Despite the chaste contact, Patryk found himself almost hyperventilating from the simple touch, cock throbbing and twitching with need as if he hadn’t come just minutes before.
Keir pulled back and looked at him. “You’re too much, you know that?”
“Not for you. For you, I’m just enough.”
“I know you’re hungry, and I am, too, so let’s take you out of these cuffs and get us something to eat.”
“Keir…”
He looked at Patryk, slightly slanted, almond eyes piercing and all-seeing, and Patryk couldn’t go on, too much of a coward to question Keir’s earlier outburst, afraid of what lay beneath the perfect man.
Keir cupped Patryk’s cheek, stared at him a long time before saying, “I’ll tell you everything you need to know after we eat. Okay?”
Reverting to type and kicking himself for his meekness, Patryk simply nodded his agreement and murmured, “Okay.”
82
Gracie C. McKeever
Chapter 9
Zara cradled her chin in her palms and sighed as she sat at the foot of the bed with her knees drawn up toward her chest and supporting her elbows as she watched Patryk and Keir leave the bedroom en route to the kitchen.
She envied the closeness they shared, but especially admired Patryk’s ability to give up control and entrust Keir with his physical and emotional well-being. She admired Patryk’s inherent strength the same way she marveled at the tenderness and brutality that seemed to walk hand in hand in a Dom/sub relationship.
Of course, Patryk and Keir’s encounter only seemed like brutality to her since she didn’t really know all that much about Dom/sub relationships and had never been into pain. Being on the other end of a spanking hadn’t really appealed to her before she’d watched her brother take one from Quincy and emerge none the worse for wear. Instead, like Patryk, Zack had seemed ultimately fulfilled, enough so that Zara thought she’d like to experience the feeling firsthand rather than just as a third wheel possessing another’s body.
She wanted the fulfillment Quincy and Zack, and now Keir and Patryk, had and wondered if angels were allowed kinky pleasures in heaven or was that sort of thing totally frowned upon from God’s minions.
Zara winced, tilted her head back and glanced skyward expecting some sort of lecture from Micah about her overactive hormones, but none was forthcoming, at least not yet.
Speaking of which, she wondered now since Patryk and Keir had done the deed whether her job was done.
Ingenue’s Choice
83
She didn’t think there was any way the pair wouldn’t stay together after that intense and intimate session of lovemaking. The air around her was rife with the men’s passion, and no one could convince her that Keir and Patryk had engaged in anything but lovemaking and not just had fantastic sex, though there had been that.
So, did this mean Jamaereh and Micah would be calling her back soon?
Any other time, they’d be buzzing in her ear and arguing with each other about how well or not she was doing her job.
Zara glanced skyward again. “Hello, guys. A little guidance would be nice, please.”
“Do you believe your task is completed, child?”
“Well…yeah?”
“Think again, human.”
Keir and Patryk together. Check. Keir and Patryk really liked each other.
Check and double check. Keir and Patryk made explosive love. Triple check.
Hey, they were doing a lot better than she had in all of her past relationships on Earth put together. Of course, there was that niggling little detail of baggage.
“Bingo!”
Zara would have laughed at Jamaereh’s ironic terminology if she hadn’t just remembered Keir’s last words to Patryk
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