Always His Earl by Cheryl Dragon Page A

inside.
    George smiled. “That’s a clever place to keep it. Always have it with you?”
    “That’s the idea.” Myles kissed George slowly then turned him to face the chair and pushed his breeches down off his ass.
    Tensing, George bent over as Myles softly pressed his hands on George’s back. He hadn’t done this often when they were younger. Myles loved to be the one taking the mast. Bracing his hands on the chair, George firmed his stance and tried to prepare. The tension in him would only make it painful.
    Myles’ playful tongue erased every worry as soon as George felt it skim along his rear entrance. There seemed no end to Myles’ patience as he flicked and licked at George’s entrance while fingers spread the cheeks so there was no mistake.
    “You want it,” Myles said.
    “It’s been so long,” George gasped.
    “Say yes.” Myles rubbed a greasy-feeling substance to the spot.
    George moaned at the new sensation. Whatever Myles had, it felt good. “Yes. I can take it.”
    “Damn right you will. Years of wishing I could have you as openly and shamelessly as the men who did this at sea have driven me crazy.” Myles licked his way along George’s spine.
    The heat of Myles’ cock pressed between his ass cheeks made George shudder. He held onto the chair and groaned as Myles pressed for entry. It’d been so long. He felt the confidence in Myles. George took a deep breath and relaxed his body to do something that was not in his nature—to yield.
    Myles took George’s ass, inch after inch. Every time George thought he had it all, there was more. When Myles pulled back, George tightened and tried to keep it. The play and the lust made him dizzy.
    “You’re tight. I love that you’re mine,” Myles said against George’s neck.
    “Only yours.” George refused to think about the other men Myles had on that ship. Myles had come back and wanted him. George buried his resentment and hate. There was real love in their past and he hadn’t let go of it.
    Rocking back on Myles’ cock, George felt Myles’ sac pressing and knew he had every bit of Myles’ erection. The grease worked well and the men came together again and again. George grabbed his own cock and stroked it for a second. Then Myles’ hand took over.
    Thrusting into Myles’ hand as Myles thrust into George’s ass, the heat grew quickly. Grunting and moaning, George knew he had to give in completely to enjoy what they had. It was so fast. Silently, he came in Myles’ hand and rocked back to keep that long cock where it belonged.
    Myles kept on squeezing George’s cock and using the cream to tease him more. “Good,” Myles said.
    “Finish it. People might come in,” George said through gritted teeth.
    The feel of Myles fucking him still made George shake. He loved it, but this was play for the bedroom alone, not broad daylight in the library.
    Myles’ hands rubbed under George’s shirt along his chest, teasing his nipples as he kept filling George’s ass faster and faster. George listened to Myles breathe harder and knew it was a matter of moments. Bracing, George felt Myles’ climax as the man’s weight sagged against him.
    The rush of forbidden intimacy sent pulses throughout George. It was beyond forbidden; to be found like this meant death at worst, exile at best. However, when they’d discovered their passion, they knew nothing of law or shame. Some bonds couldn’t be broken with time or distance.
    For a moment they were frozen, neither willing to move. Finally, Myles eased from George. Doing up his breeches, George turned to look at Myles as he did the same.
    “You loved it,” Myles said.
    Unable to find the words, George pulled Myles in and kissed him hard. The slow embrace would get them in as much trouble, but George couldn’t care about anything but staying close to Myles at that moment.
    Myles kissed down George’s neck. “You are as romantic as your brother. You just hide it better.”
    “I have to hide it. We