Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
To be Locke’s host and ensure this event ran smoothly.
“How can I help?” I asked Locke with a smile when the housekeeper disappeared.
“I need you to remember this is a serious event with very important people,” he said, no traces of the warmth or humor from the previous night in his expression. Clearly, the pendulum had swung again. “Your manners need to be impeccable, and you need to listen more than you speak.”
Anger sparked under my tongue, but I bit it back. “Yes, sir.”
He blew out a breath. “I’m sorry. I… this has nothing to do with you. I just… I need you to understand this is a big deal. It’s the first Paxis tournament I’ve hosted, the first without my grandfather, and I need it to go well.”
While it helped to understand his shitty attitude was due to his nerves, it was still shitty.
“I promise I know how to behave around adults, Locke,” I said firmly, wanting so fucking badly to add that I’d met dignitaries all over the world and was even tangentially related to the current king of Liorland. But of course, I couldn’t do that.
He nodded. “Good. And you’re my assistant. Nothing more. Right?”
I clenched my teeth. “I believe you’ve made that point, yes. Several times, in fact. Shall I remember it later tonight? When my mouth is on your dick and you’re crying because it’s so fucking good?” My voice was too low for any of the staff to overhear, but it still made his ears turn red.
Locke closed his eyes and inhaled. “Jett. You know what I mean.”
“Of course. No acting gay around the very straight, very important people. Gotcha.” I gave him a sharp salute. “I shall change out of my rainbow-colored jock forthwith and remove the dildos from the men’s amenity baskets. What else?”
He rubbed his face with both hands and sighed. “Everything I say makes this worse. Tell me what to do to make it stop.”
I studied him and noticed the small signs of stress. The divot on his forehead, the lift of his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw that looked like it might snap under the slightest breeze. “You could say, ‘Jett, despite your beauty, charm, and obvious sex appeal, it’s important to me that none of my rich nerd friends discover my dirty little secret. Would you mind, terribly, hiding your little gay light under a bushel while we play board games this week?’”
His jaw flexed impossibly tighter. “May I speak privately with you in my suite, please?”
“Fine.” I stood and moved quickly to the bedroom, ready for the fight Locke seemed to be spoiling for. I would give him a piece of my mind. Hell, I’d give him all the pieces of my mind. And then—
He yanked me into a linen closet before we even reached the suite, pressing his hand against my mouth as he pushed me back against the door and murmured for me to just be still.
For a split second, I wondered if we were in danger. If he’d heard someone breaking into the house or something. But then I remembered the guards at every entrance, part of the professional security team required for the elite guests who would be staying here.
“It’s John, isn’t it?” I said, still white-hot with anger and disappointment. The word was meant to remind myself. “Your name is John. Which is handy since that’s what you are to me. My john.”
Locke’s stormy eyes met mine in the dim space. A small, high window allowed a few threads of sunshine to filter in through the branches and leaves of a tall shrub.
“Just stay still,” he repeated. “And don’t speak.”
He reached behind me for something, pulling out a thick wool blanket before dropping it on the floor. If he thought for one minute I was going to…
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“You’re incapable of silence?” he muttered as he sank to his knees. “Should’ve known. Maybe I need to learn how to say it in High Valyrian.”
I stared in shock as Locke’s fingers quickly fumbled with the front of my pants.
“Help me with this. We don’t have much time,” he said.
My hands moved automatically to fulfill his request. Was he for real? “You don’t need to—”
“Yeah. I do.”
He yanked my pants and underwear down to my knees and then licked the tip of my cock experimentally. I stared at the scene. What the actual fuck.
“You’re already hard for me,” he said, as though surprised.
I’m always fucking hard for you, I wanted to say.
“You’re on your knees for me,” I said instead. “Of course I’m hard.”
“You have a nice dick.”
I blinked. “So I’ve heard.”
His eyes darkened. “You let anyone else touch your cock before I’m done with you, Jethro, and I will fucking end them. Do you understand?”
My dick got even harder while I nodded stupidly.