Randall's Romance (Behind Closed Doors) by Lee Brazil Read Free Book Online Page B

dragging his thumb over the leaking tip on each upward movement.
    Randall rocked back into every thrust, groaning and swearing and demanding that he give him more, and Jason set his teeth and slammed forward with all the force he could muster, praying that the slow building burn in his gut would hold off long enough for him to bring Randall to completion.
    His chest heaved, his lungs burned and his vision blurred as he thrust into the tight heat that rippled and clenched around him. "Come on, Gretton." He growled, leaning into his stroke and dragging Randall back to him by the shoulder. "I can't hold back much longer."
    "No...need." Randal choked out, body tensing as his prick swelled in Jason's grasp. Jason dragged his prick out, catching the ridge on the rim of Randall's hole, then surged powerfully forward. Randall shouted, a burst of warm seed coated Jason's hand, and he sighed in relief, letting himself go. He pumped Randall's prick, milking every last drop of seed from it as he thrust unrelentingly into the man's passage, groaning and shuddering, finally jerking into stillness as his own release overcame him and he shot his seed into the clenching passage.
    They fell forward into the mattress, Jason tugging the mask back down into place before tumbling to the side.
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    The room the shady looking butler showed him into was shabby, the furnishings ancient and worn. Still, it was clearly a room that Haytor spent a lot of time in, as it seemed to have achieved some of its master's personality. A decanter of, by damn, French brandy sat on an oval table between two brocade armchairs in front of the grate. No fire was lit in the grate. A faint chill lingered in the late afternoon air, even as a chill lingered between the two of them.
    There was a time he'd counted Caleb Jeffries as a friend. Before he'd seen just how perfidious the man could be, how sunk below reproach his manners. Once, he'd even had hopes of a match between Jeffries and Cecy. Despite the man's precarious financial situation, he'd have approved of Cecy's choice. Until he'd come upon her crying and the whole sordid tale of Jeffries's betrayal had spilled out. Perry should have sent someone else to Devon to deal with this particular gentleman. The urge to challenge the man to a duel he'd felt on that occasion still lurked, and he had to put it aside, thanks to Perry's insistence that the fellow would be helpful, and try to work with the man.
    Kicking his heels in the magistrate's study gave Randall plenty of opportunity for reflecting upon the foolishness of his recent actions, not the least of which he counted as promising not to seek out his highwayman. Thinking with his prick instead of his head, he supposed. Still, the pleasant ache in his backside was a reminder of the physical pleasure he and Danny had shared, but pleasure of that sort wasn't enough in general to make him obey another man so easily. Or want to kill whatever bastard had soured that other man's trust and faith in humanity. In lieu of any solid information about his highwayman, or the man's mysterious past, he chose instead to dwell on the animosity he'd felt towards Haytor ever since he and Cecy had fallen out.
    Frowning at the twinge in his ankle, he crossed the room and pulled aside the heavy velvet drapes to peer out at the choppy sea. Opening the drapes revealed a neat little padded window seat from which the magistrate had an excellent view of the water and a large portion of the beach itself. Strange that he didn't post someone here to keep watch. Impatiently surveying the room, Randall began to pace. A pair of plain black opera glasses lay in the window seat and he scooped them up upon his return to the window. Upon peering out the window, he was astonished to see how far he could see from this vantage. Perhaps he'd ask Lord Haytor for permission to post a sentry here.
    Or maybe not . His glance fell on an object that appeared out of place, a carriage lamp