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Albie put his hand on her arm. “I told you before, you’re welcome here. You’ll be safe here; you have my word. Now let’s take your things to your room.”
Percy carried the old port case to the bedroom and sat it at the foot of the bed.
“There’s only a single bed,” Albie noted. “I trust that’s suitable?”
Elsie’s eyes met his and she gave a nod.
It was an admission, an understanding, and it made Percy’s belly tighten, and for some reason his cheeks felt warm.
I’m certain Elsie and Clara are to each other as you are to me.
That’s what Albie had said, and Percy was sure Albie was right.
Then Albie cleared his throat, and he glanced to the door across the hall, to his bedroom. He straightened his back and kept his eyes down. “My room,” he said. “Which Percy will share with me.”
Percy’s eyes almost popped out of his head and he gasped, horrified. Oh my word, Albie... “Des and Robert snore too bad,” he said quickly. “I couldn’t catch a wink of sleep, so I took this room but now it’s yours and I?—”
Elsie clapped him on the side of his arm. “No need to explain.”
But there was.
There had to be.
He couldn’t believe Albie would admit to such a thing. Regardless if Elsie and Clara were involved, Albie had no right...
“Excuse me,” Percy said, dashing out of the room.
He went to the kitchen and finished pummelling the damper dough. He was mad now, livid, and betrayed. A moment later, Albie came into the kitchen and stood there, watching, waiting...
Percy pummelled the dough some more, glaring at him. “How could you say such a thing?”
“She’s going to know,” he murmured. “They’ll be across the hall. They will know we share a room.”
“Perhaps I should go back to the bunkhouse. You know what? Maybe I will.” Percy threw some flour into the cast-iron pot, then threw the dough in on top of it.
Albie gave him a smirk and stepped in behind him, far too close. He hummed and pressed his lips to the back of Percy’s neck, to that one spot that made Percy weak.
“My little fox,” he said.
Percy spun to face him, anger flaring in his blood. “I am not.”
Albie’s smirk became a grin, and he stepped in and pushed Percy against the shelf, their fronts pressed together. He could feel Albie’s hardness and it stole his breath, made his knees buckle.
“You won’t go to the bunkhouse. You will share my bed tonight,” Albie whispered. “And every night after this.”
Then he stepped back and walked out, the front door closing behind him. Percy had to put his hands on his knees; trying to breathe at all was a chore. His head was spinning, and he had a certain ache in his groin he found difficult to ignore.
Part of Percy wanted to move back into the bunkhouse to prove a point. To tell Albie he was not in charge of him like that.
But a bigger part of him wanted to find himself in Albie’s bed, in his arms. And that bigger part was always going to win. His body wouldn’t allow himself to be denied. He ached at the mere thought of it.
So yes, tonight he would share Albie’s bed.
And come tomorrow, he’d be a changed man. He’d be taken and had in every unimaginable way, and heaven help him... he couldn’t wait.
He had to somehow get through dinner first. And with company, no less. Des and Robert ate in silence, the two women were in their room, and their absence was notable.
Des looked back to the hall every so often. Eventually, he spoke, voice quiet. “Is... is she okay?”
