“What d’you want, Brennan?”
“Well, it’s just – the platoon are awaiting orders.”
“Great.” His breath broke a little, and his eyes flicked up to hold my own as he spoke to Brennan. “That’s great. Tell them their orders are to wait until I’m ready. They’re off to a good start.”
I sensed the double meaning directed at me and when my Flame glowed at the praise, Caelan grinned, entirely too pleased with himself. I narrowed my eyes — and slowed my hips, moving even higher, higher, until I was hovering almost over his taut stomach. I paused with the head of his cock just barely notched against me, where it would take just the slightest thrust to take him deep. Then I reached down and slid my fingers between my legs.
“Wicked little thing,” he breathed.
“Captain?”
“Fuck, Brennan, I’m trying to sleep.”
I bit my lip, fighting the swell of a giggle in my chest – then a moan when Caelan bucked his hips up, the tip of his cock pressing inside me for a split second.
“I’m sorry, Captain, but – they’re ready, sir. They’re packed, they’ve got the horses out front, and–”
“For fuck’s sake,” Caelan groaned. “Wait there.”
He withdrew, giving me no time to protest before he spun us again and deposited me on my back. Panic cut through the heady arousal, and I clung to his shoulder.
“You can’t leave yet!”
“I’ll be right back. Still have chores to see to, don’t I?”
“I can do all that–”
“Nope.”
He kissed my pout away, pulled the sheet up to cover my body,and climbed out of bed, still grumbling darkly to himself as he yanked on a shirt and trousers. He paused with his hand on the door handle, then turned back and threw me my shift – I suppose, on the off chance that Brennan might catch an illicit glimpse of my bare shoulders beneath the sheets and expire of lust. I rolled my eyes at his possessiveness, but pulled it over my head all the same.
“Happy?”
He grinned, and finally opened the door. I waved over his shoulder, and Brennan’s face burned almost as bright as my own magic as he waggled his fingers back at me before Caelan shut the door behind him.
“I didn’t intend to interrupt your goodbyes.”
Brennan’s lowered voice was muffled through the door, Caelan’s response a little clearer.
“Plenty of time for goodbyes. I’m going to stay on a few hours.”
“But the King –”
“–Will be informed of my movements when I see him tomorrow morning. You’re well capable of leading the procession home, Bren. And I have business to wrap up here.”
I snorted quietly to myself, wondering idly if he was referring to the unfinished chores in my tavern or his unfinished business in my bed.
“Just have Nick do a last sweep of the borders, and other than that, we’re set.”
“If you’re sure, sir. Anything else before we head out?”
“Yes. Come help me do the dishes.”
???
Caelan came back to bed bearing a mug of tea, a slab of toast, and a declaration that he’d flipped theClosedsign on the front door and I was not to leave my bed for the day.
I had no complaints about the loss of business for once; there were more important things to worry about. Not that Ispent a single moment of the next few hours feeling the slightest bit worried.
