Will & Patrick Fight Their Feelings (#4) by Leta Blake, Alice Griffiths Page A

smile, wanting to draw it deep inside and keep it safe.
    Will’s smile grows wider. “Thank you. Healing’s town representatives decided to make a new, local award. They’re going to give it out annually. I’m the first recipient.” He scrunches up his face. “The Will Patterson Hero Award.”
    Patrick’s heart thumps. “That’s my puddin’-pop.” Patrick winks and taps Will’s jaw with his fist gently. “Hero and general do-gooder.”
    Will flashes a cheesy smile and mimics accepting the award. “Thank you, thank you.” His wet dick waves around as he bows. “I humbly vow to be just as heroic next year.”
    “Nope. I’m winning it next year.”
    Will laughs. “Fair enough. I’ll put your name in the nomination box.”
    “You better. I’m a genius superhero. I save people’s lives with my nimble fingers and my even more nimble mind.”
    Will chucks Patrick’s chin softly in imitation of Patrick. “That’s my HottieMcBrainSurgeon.”
    Patrick guffaws. The dark knot in his stomach loosens.
    Will runs his hands through Patrick’s wet hair. “I won’t actually receive the award until March, but they wanted to make sure I didn’t book anything on my calendar for the same night they’re planning the ceremony.”
    “Fancy. Will we need penguin suits?”
    “Probably.”
    “You’ll have to round up a tux for me.”
    “If we’re still married.”
    “What are the chances we won’t be?”
    Will laughs. “Not so good.” Then he shrugs like he doesn’t mind at all. His chest hair glistens wetly, and Patrick’s eyes follow the trail down to Will’s soft, wet cock. He steps a little closer and rubs his thumb over Will’s lips. “Earlier you wondered what you’re going to do with me.”
    “I’m still wondering.”
    “I have your answer.” He waves at his hardening cock and leans back against the wet tiles. “Get on your knees and do some good.”
    Will’s eyes light up as he slides down to kneel at Patrick’s feet. “I love sucking you off,” he whispers. “Fat and hard in my mouth.” He glances up, a blush on his cheekbones and a hot softness in his eyes. “I love everything we do together.” He looks so sweet taking Patrick’s cock in hand and sucking it into his mouth. He pulls back and kisses the head gently, blinking up at Patrick with affection glowing in his eyes. “Thank you for letting me have this.”
    Warmth cracks through Patrick like sweet lightning. He wants more of this feeling for as long as he can have it. He can call it whatever he wants: happiness, oxytocin. Screw it; he can even call it love.
    Whatever the name, it’s addictive as hell.
    “Ditto,” he whispers back.
    Will smiles again and the goes to work. It’s the work of minutes to bring Patrick to the edge. He grips Will’s hair hard, staring down into his dilated, eager eyes. Shuddering, he touches Will’s hollowed cheek, feeling his cock move in and out of his sucking, greedy mouth. His balls ache and he closes his eyes, trying to stop himself from feeling. But it’s too late.

Chapter Twenty-Seven
 
    “Will! Honey! What happened to your face?”
    Will sighs. He’s been working from home—well, the Tallgrass—today and he’d dared to dart out to Brown Gargle for all of ten minutes. Of course he’s managed to run into his mother.
    “Mom, hey.” He rubs his chin self-consciously and shoots Jax a look of wide-eyed panic.
    Jax snorts and hustles off to prepare Will’s Bronco Buster.
    “Is that…is that some kind of burn?”
    “It’s fine, Mom. It’s no big deal.”
    Though last night it had seemed like the sweetest deal ever. After their shared shower, he and Patrick had ended up naked in bed, cuddling, and talking about sex. When it came out that Ryan hadn’t enjoyed kissing Will because he didn’t like the texture of his tongue, Patrick had declared himself a huge fan of necking in general and of Will’s tongue in particular.
    They’d then proceeded to make out for