Page 12 of Broken Promises (Soho Knights #5)

PATRICK

Why was he doing this?

Patrick was in his forties. He hadn’t been a fan of Gay Pride when he was in his twenties.

He loved the representation and that people could express themselves openly, but the crowds were a lot.

Sebastian had dragged him along, as Charlie was out with his brothers, and he’d never done the London event.

Why he wanted to push through this mass sea of toned bodies was a mystery, but here they were.

Sebastian seemed like he was on a mission as they pushed through the crowd at Mickey’s.

They appeared to be heading to the VIP lounge – thank fuck!

Once they were through the door, the music was quieter, but the place was still busier than normal. It looked like every table was occupied, and it was only when he looked in the direction Sebastian travelled that Patrick realised he’d been set up.

“You fucker!”

“Just a coincidence,” said Sebastian with a smile.

In the corner was Charlie, with all his friends – or brothers, as he referred to them.

The only one missing was the grumpy looking one with the tattoos, who gave off major daddy vibes himself.

Patrick hadn’t met all the brothers before, but could tell who was who from the way Sebastian had described them.

Gregory was the guy with the glasses. He was a successful tech entrepreneur and gave a quiet confidence vibe, despite presenting as a nerd.

The exceptionally good looking man, with the most intense and kind blue eyes, must be Paolo.

He was the sort of man who most straight men would turn for, after a few drinks, and for one night, and probably be envied by their rugby friends.

Patrick could see the appeal, but he was focussed solely on one man.

Blond, beautiful, and with a vulnerability that Patrick could see even if others couldn’t.

It called to him, and he wanted to scoop Jason up in his arms immediately and keep him safe.

Over the last three months he’d been tempted to reach out to Jason many times, but it had to be him who made the first move.

Life had been busy, but Jason had never been far from his thoughts.

Patrick had even had a couple of hookups, but nothing scratched the itch.

The first time had felt strange because he hadn’t been with anyone but George for over a decade, but it was just tension relief.

There was no pull for more in the way there was with a certain sassy blond.

Jason was it for him, but Patrick knew he’d only get one shot at it, so he had to be careful.

Sebastian trying to be helpful in moving things along would achieve the complete opposite.

Jason glanced up as they walked over, and looked surprised to see Patrick, but soon had a smile on his face. Patrick knew it was his mask, but he smiled back anyway, hoping he’d get the real Jason before the night was over.

“Come and sit next to me, Daddy Patrick.”

Patrick groaned. Jason using that honorific was making it harder for Patrick to keep calm. He glared at Sebastian, who had an amused look on his face. He glimpsed him and Charlie share a look and knew immediately they’d planned this between them.

Patrick took the seat next to Jason. They were in a booth, so it was a tight squeeze with six of them.

Patrick and Sebastian weren’t small guys.

Jason climbed onto Patrick’s lap and his cock went hard instantly.

He tried to adjust his stance, so it wasn’t obvious, but Jason wriggled his arse, making him even harder.

“Ooh, are you pleased to see me, Daddy?”

“You don’t have permission to use that name with me, brat.”

“Are you going to spank me, Daddy ?”

He looked at the others, who were all watching them with amused expressions on their faces.

Patrick should push Jason off him, but he loved having him close.

He just wasn’t sure he’d be able to control himself if Jason kept rubbing against his dick, and he knew that.

He knew that once he gave in and took Jason to bed, one night wouldn’t be enough, but unless things had changed in the last three months, Jason wasn’t there yet.

“You didn’t call me so I could take you out for dinner.”

“I’m sure you could feed me just what I wanted without us going on a date.”

Sebastian snorted. Patrick was going to get him back for this.

“You know my terms, Jason.”

He pouted, which was adorable, but Patrick had to be strong. This little minx knew exactly what he was doing.

“But it’s my birthday, Daddy. I was looking forward to you giving me something large to celebrate.”

“It’s your birthday today?”

“Yesterday, but I’m still celebrating.”

An idea was forming in Patrick’s head. It was risky, and he could end up getting hurt, but he knew Jason wouldn’t bite unless Patrick showed him how well he could take care of him.

“Oh, well, that changes things a bit,” he said, teasing him.

“What do you have in mind? ”

“Why don’t let me buy you a drink first?”

“Vodka, lime, and soda please, Daddy. Make it a large.”

Patrick looked into his eyes; they were glassy. He was drunk, but not too far gone yet. If Patrick was going to take him back to the flat, he wanted him compos mentis.

“I’ll get you a soft drink.”

“But it’s my birthday weekend,” he said, with that adorable pout.

“I’ll happily buy you a proper drink, but then you won’t be coming back to mine. I need you alert for what I’m going to do to you.”

Jason’s eyes widened, and Patrick felt his body shudder. He’d got him hooked. Now he just had to reel him in.

“I like your new place, Daddy,” said Jason, as they walked into the flat.

Patrick had been here for two months. He had tenants in his house, as the buyer’s mortgage offer had fallen through, and rather than put it back on the market, he’d decided not to rush into selling.

There was a letting agent dealing with everything, although Patrick had met the tenants.

He hadn’t wanted to inflict some arseholes on his neighbours.

He was renting this place for a year, then he’d decide what he was going to do.

The mortgage was paid off on his house, and he had cash to buy a new place outright, so there was no pressure for everything to line up.

The flat had come furnished, which suited him.

He’d added a few personal bits from his house, but left the rest for the tenants.

It was easier than getting rid of things or storing them.

The flat was decorated in neutral colours, which suited him.

George had liked to be bolder with decoration, but this muted yet modern setup was perfect for Patrick right now.

“Can I get you something to drink?” asked Patrick.

“What have you got? ”

“Water, soft drinks, or tea.”

“That’s boring, Daddy. I was thinking of something else.”

Jason walked over to him and dropped to his knees. This boy was going to be the death of him. His hands went to Patrick’s fly, but he eased them away.

“Let me give you a tour.”

“Fine,” said Jason, huffing as he stood up. “But this tour better finish in the bedroom.”

Patrick chuckled. He would finish in the bedroom, but not in the way Jason wanted.

The flat was open plan in the living space.

It had two bathrooms, including the en suite, and he had the spare bedroom set up as his office.

He was unsure if Jason would stay over, but he would sleep on the sofa and give up his bed if needed.

In the bedroom, Jason wasted no time, and was on the bed on all fours in seconds. His jeans were tight and showing off a delectable arse that Patrick could spend hours enjoying, but he wasn’t letting Jason be in control tonight. He wanted to get to know him more.

“Let’s have that drink,” he said, walking out.

“Daddy!” Jason moaned from the bedroom. “Daddy, come and fuck me!”

Patrick deserved a medal for the restraint he was showing right now. He might be a daddy, but he was still human, and the temptation in his bedroom was almost too much to resist, but he needed to be strong for Jason. Patrick knew the boy needed him, he just didn’t realise it yet.

After a minute, Jason walked in. He’d stripped down to wearing a jockstrap, which was bright yellow.

Patrick’s mouth went dry and his dick hardened.

Jason was beautiful. A smooth body, all compact yet muscular.

He’d fit perfectly in Patrick’s arms, and that arse was even better with nothing covering it.

He imagined his thick cock sliding in and out of what he knew would be a tight hole, and could feel himself leaking in his trousers.

That little tease was heading for a spanking.

Picturing those perfect round cheeks reddened from his hand wasn’t doing anything to calm his dick down either.

“Remind me what it is you do for work again.” He knew what Jason did for a living, but it was a safe zone.

“I can see we’re getting to the dirty talk. I work in HR for an insurance company, JenSure.”

They were a big name in the specialty market, and global, so it was a large company.

“What do you do in HR?”

“I’m the head of HR, so I look after the operational side and all the business partners.”

“Do you want to go higher up?”

“Er . . . I suppose . . . maybe . . . eventually.”

Jason looked away, his confidence gone and his usual sassy mask slipping. Something was wrong, and it put Patrick on edge.

“Are you okay, Jason?”

“Yeah . . . er . . . can I get your advice on something? I’d ask my brothers, but I know what they’d say, and I think I need someone who’s neutral.”

Patrick almost laughed. The one thing Patrick wasn’t when it came to Jason was neutral. The boy already had him wrapped around his little finger. He just hadn’t realised.

“Of course. Sit on the sofa, and I’ll be over in a minute.”