Just a Little Heartache (The Brotherhood #5) - Merry Farmer Page 0,31

this last week to pretend there is nothing but professional courtesy and platonic friendship between us. It almost makes up for our utter lack of ability to sneak off together for more than a handful of minutes. Stealing looks is as entertaining as stealing kisses. Though we really should be more careful. We were so nearly caught with our mouths plastered together this afternoon that I couldn’t stop shaking for a good half hour after we went our separate ways. I long for us to finally find an evening when neither of us has other obligations so that we might take this where it has been heading all along.

“Until then, I think of you constantly, I dream of you, and I abuse myself mercilessly while imagining what I plan to do to you. Deliciously, N.”

“Beloved N. We are most certainly going to end up in a sticky situation if we can’t find a night to spend together soon. And I mean that in every way you can imagine. My laundress gave me a funny look the other day as I requested clean sheets for the fourth time in one week. And I’m relatively certain Gregory was smirking at the state of my trousers in rehearsal today. I’m afraid if we don’t find satisfaction soon, the fire between us will spill over and our secret will be revealed.

“To that end, I’ve canceled my plans to dine with the Archibalds and Cannons yet again tomorrow night. Three times in less than a fortnight is more than enough, if you ask me. Mrs. Cannon is an absolute delight, but I’m not sure I like the way Annamarie has been sizing me—or rather, my title—up like a piece of meat. Or the way Ian has taken to glaring at me, like I’ve snatched away his toy.

“The only person I want eyeing me like a piece of meat is you. The way you look at me drives me mad with desire. Every time I catch you with the same look in your eyes as you wore before sinking to your knees on that glorious night weeks ago, my blood runs hot. I want you on your knees again, and I want to do the same to you. My mouth waters thinking about the possibility. I want the full experience of loving you and being loved in return.

“Tomorrow evening, after the exam. We’ll make some excuse to go off to supper together. I could even have food waiting at my flat, though it won’t be what I want to eat first. Say you’ll be with me and we can be together the way I’ve wanted for so long, the way we should be for eternity. Carnally, B.”

Niall could hardly sit still for the duration of the Classics exam. He couldn’t concentrate on the words on the page Professor Carroll had given to each of them. Writing was most definitely his talent, but every word that dripped from his pen as he vainly attempted to conjugate Latin verbs and write essays on Aeschylus felt stupid. He bobbed his leg up and down rapidly to expend some of his pent-up energy, but his thoughts would only go in one direction.

Blake had cleared the way for the two of them to be together that night.

He glanced up from his examination paper, knowing the whole thing was a lost cause, and peeked sideways. Blake had casually taken a seat at the desk beside his for the exam. They’d exchanged banal pleasantries before Professor Carroll delivered the exam, chatting about the play with John and David, and Ian. Not a soul would have had the first clue where he and Blake intended to end their day by anything in their behavior, although Niall had had to force himself not to look directly at Blake through the entire conversation.

He looked now. Blake was the picture of perfection with his face screwed up in concentration. His shoulders were hunched slightly and his mouth was pressed in a firm line as he scribbled away on the sheet in front of him. His lithe hand flew like the wind, making Niall marvel at the man’s powers of concentration. Niall couldn’t wait to feel those hands on his skin, to brush his own fingers through Blake’s thick hair, to kiss his lips until they softened and parted with a moan of pleasure.

A sharp hiss on Niall’s other side snapped him out of his increasingly carnal thoughts. He shifted to peek at Ian, who scowled at his