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“And you,” he whispered. “A man brave enough to go over the edge to retrieve the boy.”
Percy’s grin was blinding. “That sure shut them up.”
Albie studied Percy’s beautiful eyes and lifted his chin for a soft kiss. “Percy, I?—”
A knock at the door made them jump apart. Percy went and knelt by the goods from the store as though he was checking something, and Albie took the key and unlocked it.
It was the man from behind the bar. He gave Albie a curt smile. He was holding a plate of bread and butter. “As you requested,” he said. Then he noted Percy by the far wall first. “If you’d like a second room...”
“I’m fine with sleeping on the floor,” Percy said, standing up. “Slept in worse places.”
Albie took the plate. “Much obliged,” he said and closed the door. He put the plate on the dresser, then took one side of the heavy wooden dresser. “Help me with this.”
Percy did as he was asked, moving it to block the door. “What are we doing this for? Do you not think what Bill Kelly said was enough?”
Albie smirked at him. “I do, but I want to be sure we’re not interrupted. I don’t think anyone should see what I plan on doing to you tonight.”
Percy’s pupils blew out and his cheeks flushed pink. “Oh.”
Albie took the plate. “We’ll save the bread for breakfast when we leave before first light,” he said. “But the butter we’ll use tonight.”
Percy’s eyes went to his, confused. “Butter?”
“It will help make things slide,” he murmured. He licked his lips, liking the idea of it more and more. “If you know what I mean.”
Percy’s eyes narrowed at first but then Albie could see when the penny dropped. His eyebrows rose. “Oh.” His cheeks flushed a deep scarlet that set Albie’s blood on fire. “We’re not eating the butter, are we?”
Albie shook his head slowly. “No.”
Chapter Sixteen
Percy could admit to being clueless when it came to such things. How could he possibly know?
What on earth had given Albie the idea, Percy had no clue. But he was sure glad he did.
Percy liked that Albie seemed to think of bedding him almost as much as Percy did.
Almost.
Surely Albie didn’t think of it as often Percy did. Heaven help him, it was all Percy could think about.
And since his accident, Albie had been so gentle with him. While he loved that Albie took care of him and felt the need to protect him, he’d almost gone a stretch too far.
He’d been so restrained in their bed. Was being too tender a problem? Was being too tentative, too careful a bad thing?
Goodness, no.
But Percy was feeling more than fine now.
And he had needs.
Needs that he’d never had before. Needs that Albie had awoken in him, needs that burned in his belly. And now he needed it all the time.
He never wanted to stop.
He felt wicked sometimes, the way his thoughts would take him down memory lane. He’d be sitting at the table with Des and Robert while he was remembering Albie’s body, naked and hard in all the right places and doing ungodly things to him.
He thanked all the heavens that his thoughts were private.
