Tyack & Frayne Mysteries 01 - Once Upon A Haunted Moor by Harper Fox Read Free Book Online Page A

terrible to him in having a man he’d just met like this, with this explicit rawness, but Lee was dynamic and real in his arms – not just riding his cock but demanding it, meeting his first big thrust then the next and the next with a savage passion of his own, and when his words rang in Gideon ’s mind – seal the gate, seal the gate – a kind of wild sanctity spread its wings over their act. Oh, and half a minute would be more than enough – Lee cried out, jerking up towards climax, freeing Gideon to ram his hips against him harder and faster till the honeyed fires of orgasm began to burn. Their heat roared up in his spine, his thighs, and then it was a huge whole-body blaze that centred and focussed and began to spend, from his balls to the place where his shaft was trapped tight against Lee’s. They came within a heart-jolting second of one another. Lee threw his head back, Gideon’s hand at the back of his skull shielding him. He convulsed, bucking to completion, Gideon thrusting them as far and as hard through it as they could go.
    They caught one another on the way down. The y leaned against the door in a sweaty, exhausted tangle. “Don’t fall down here,” Gideon whispered. “Come on. Let me take you upstairs.”
     
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    The first-floor landing was cold, a cavernous space Gideon had always shot across as a child, seeking the refuge of his room. Some kids might have seen their parents’ bedroom as a place of safety, but the Fraynes hadn’t been that kind of family.
    That hadn’t been why he’d never moved with James out of the damp back bedroom he occupied now. In that and in so many other ways, he’d just been a terrible coward. He held Lee Tyack tight in the circle of his arm. Lee was hanging on to him too, his warm clasp of Gideon’s waist convincing him that he had to do better this time. The stairs had been steep and long after their exertions. They were both unsteady, clutching one another like shagged-out babes in the wood. Yes, Gideon had to do better, in what he tried to think of as his own home. “This way,” he said, and led Lee to the far end of the hall.
    Lee looked round the dim-lit room. The first morning light was gleaming coldly on polished surfaces and the starched linen of the old bed. “Is this where you normally sleep?”
    It was scrupulously clean. His parents’ housekeeper had officially retired, but still came once a week to take away the sheets and clean this room for the minister she’d adored, even though neither he nor Mrs Frayne would ever be coming home. “No, but... Is there something wrong with it?”
    Lee turned to face him. He smiled as if he understood not only the gesture Gideon had made in bringing him here, but all the lonely years that resounded in Gideon’s memory whenever he tried to live in this house as his home. “Nothing wrong. It’s just... a bit of a mausoleum, isn’t it? Wherever you usually sleep is fine with me. Wherever you slept with James.”
    There was still the faintest trace of warmth in the sheets in Gideon’s bed. Feeling it, he tumbled Lee over his body and into the warm place, then curled up tight around his back. “Sorry it’s so cold.”
    “I’m not cold. You are.” Lee twisted over and put an arm beneath his head. “Come here. What happened with James, then?”
    “You... You seemed to already know.” Gideon could hardly speak. Lee was right: he was the ice-block, now being warmed to melting point by this embrace. “Back at Sarah Kemp’s. You were so sure. I thought you must know him.”
    “No. I get flashes about people sometimes, that’s all. It’s better if they tell me of their own accord.”
    Gideon nodded. It would be so much better if he could get this stony weight off his heart. He wasn’t a religious man, but still he thought sometimes in the words his father had taught him. Lord, I have a burden on my soul... “I hid James,” he said roughly. “He was a lovely man. He taught at the kindergarten.