A Vigil in the Mourning (Soulbound #4) - Hailey Turner Page 0,74
leaned down and kissed Patrick to shut him up. He pushed Patrick’s knee to the side, opening him up so Jono could push a finger inside him. He didn’t go slow, knowing that’s not what Patrick wanted right now. Jono still got undertones of anger in Patrick’s scent, and taking his time as an apology wasn’t going to be welcomed here.
Jono dragged his teeth over Patrick’s jaw and down his throat. He traced scar tissue with his tongue as he pushed a second finger into Patrick. “Didn’t mean to keep you out of the loop. I just wanted to keep you safe.”
“You think I like finding out you could’ve died and I wouldn’t have been there?” Patrick asked, his voice cracking slightly.
Jono curled his fingers and rubbed them against Patrick’s prostate. Patrick arched against him, groaning loudly, so Jono increased the pressure. Fingers hooked over Jono’s chin and tugged in a demanding way. He lifted his head, meeting Patrick’s gaze without blinking. “Next time, I’ll call.”
“You better. I’m the one who makes stupid promises, not you, remember?”
“Rather you didn’t.”
“Shut up. You don’t have any room to talk right now.”
Jono pulled his fingers out and reached for the lube again, slicking up his cock. When Patrick reached for him, Jono grabbed his hands and pulled them over his head. Jono wrapped his hand around Patrick’s wrists, pinning him to the bed. When he met Patrick’s eyes, most of the green was gone, swallowed by black pupils. Jono kissed him because he could, because he never wanted to know what it would be like to watch Patrick walk out the door and leave him behind.
Jono dug his knees into the bed as he guided his cock to Patrick’s hole, pushing into that tight heat with tiny rolls of his hips. Patrick’s legs wrapped around his waist, and he swallowed loudly as Jono sank all the way in, his cock jerking between them. Jono flexed his fingers around Patrick’s wrists, keeping him pinned as he pulled out and snapped his hips forward. The hard thrust drew a moan from Patrick that made Jono smile and do it again and again.
Jono didn’t go slow, and he wasn’t gentle, holding Patrick down with firm hands while he fucked him hard. Every moan, every hitched breath that escaped Patrick’s mouth spurred Jono on. He didn’t stop until Patrick came with a shout, Jono’s name on his lips as he shuddered through his orgasm. Jono dug his knees into the bed as he chased his own release, grinding his cock into Patrick until he came with a harsh groan.
Patrick’s eyes were closed, his fingers fisted tight over his head. Jono let his wrists go, the skin there red from pressure, but not bruises. Patrick blinked his eyes open when Jono touched his cheek with gentle fingers.
“We’re in this together, and I’m always going to trust you. That’s never going to change, love,” Jono said quietly before pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of Patrick’s mouth.
Patrick turned his head, catching Jono’s mouth with his, kissing so sweetly that it felt like an apology when he had nothing to apologize for. Jono gently pulled out of him before getting them underneath the blankets. Jono wrapped his arms around Patrick, holding him close, refusing to let him go.
Patrick stroked calloused fingers over Jono’s hips. “Where were you hurt?”
Jono shifted, grabbing Patrick’s hand to place it over the spot on his ribs that was healed up now. “Didn’t go deep.”
“A silver knife laced with aconite doesn’t need to go deep.”
“Bloke is dead and the demon is gone.”
Patrick rested his forehead against Jono’s chest. “Demons are never gone.”
Before Jono could reply, the hotel room door opened. He twisted a little on the bed to look over his shoulder as Wade walked in, one hand over his eyes and a bottle of air freshener probably stolen from housekeeping in the other.
“You better be decent,” Wade warned.
“Decent enough,” Patrick muttered.
Wade parted his fingers and cracked open one eye. Then he scowled and started to aggressively spray the air freshener. “That’s my bed you’re in. The other one was yours.”
“We can switch.”
“No. You can get me my own room.”
Patrick lifted his head and squinted at Wade. “Did you steal that?”
Wade stood at the foot of the bed they were in and sprayed the blankets on every word he spoke. “My. Own. Room.”
Jono’s eyes watered and he sneezed. “I’ll pay for it. Get out so we can get dressed.”