Page 26 of Broken Promises (Soho Knights #5)

Patrick loved that his voice had an edge of desperation to it.

He brought his hand down harder, starting with the right cheek again.

Jason cried out. Patrick immediately smacked the left cheek, pulling another cry from him.

He was thrusting his hips, chasing friction he would not get.

Patrick brought his hand down again, harder this time, smacking both cheeks one after the other.

Jason cried out familiarly, and when Patrick reached down for Jason’s cock, it was dripping.

His boy had come from only six smacks. That had to be one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced.

No man he’d ever done this with had ever come from a spanking that quickly before.

Patrick scooped Jason up and laid him down on the bed, then he went to his en suite and wet a cloth with warm water so he could clean Jason up.

The boy was already asleep when Patrick got back.

He looked so peaceful, and Patrick’s heart felt like it might burst with how much love he felt for Jason.

He needed to tell him, and push aside his own fears that Jason didn’t feel the same.

But right now he was focussed on getting his boy tucked up in bed.

Patrick undressed and grabbed a quick shower in the other bathroom, not wanting to risk waking Jason.

He took care of his hard cock in less than two minutes while he was in there.

It didn’t take long when the image of Jason was in his mind, and it didn’t need to be a long, drawn-out fantasy.

He just wanted to fall asleep with Jason in his arms, and given what they’d just experienced, he knew he wouldn’t be able to settle until he’d emptied his balls.

Once he’d taken care of business, he had the world’s fastest shower before drying off.

He didn’t bother to put on any pyjama bottoms, as Jason liked him to sleep naked.

Patrick knew he would wake up to Jason either sucking his cock or lubing it up up to slide into his hole. He wouldn’t complain about either .

Patrick was only in the office for the morning, as he was attending a wedding in the afternoon.

An envelope was on his desk, addressed to him by name.

Milo usually opened his post and checked it for him, and removed any of the dross.

This one hadn’t been opened, though. That was when Patrick realised the envelope had not been posted.

But if someone had dropped it at reception, it still would have gone through Milo.

What the fuck was going on? Had someone just walked into his office and let it here?

He opened the envelope, convinced it wasn’t a letter bomb or anything.

It was pictures, which were all watermarked with “cunt” so they couldn’t be used.

Looking at the photos, his jaw dropped. It was the deputy prime minister, Edward Chivington, on his knees with someone’s cock down his throat.

The partner’s face wasn’t visible, but he appeared to have a trim, muscular build.

It almost looked like Jason. His heart sped up. Is that why they were sent to him?

Patrick opened his desk drawer and pulled out his magnifier to inspect the photo.

From what he could make out, the guy having his dick sucked was a brunet and not a blond.

He breathed a sigh of relief and then chuckled to himself.

Jason wouldn’t cheat on him. That wasn’t the sort of person he was.

The loyalty he showed to his friends was enough to convince Patrick that when Jason was in a relationship with someone, he was fully committed.

Unsure why the pictures had been sent to him, Patrick locked them away in his bottom drawer.

He didn’t run the sort of paper that outed people.

He looked up Chivington’s voting record and saw he had always voted in favour of gay rights, so at least he wasn’t one of those gays who would vote against their own kind and then get their dick sucked in a public toilet on the way home.

Chivington wasn’t married either, or didn’t appear to be in a relationship with a woman he was using as a beard.

He could also be bi or pan, so even if Patrick was inclined, he wouldn’t out someone without knowing all the facts.

Patrick didn’t want to discuss it with his team until he’d looked into it more. He powered down his laptop. He had an hour to get home, changed, and over to the wedding venue.

It was Gregory’s wedding day. A quick service, and then back to Knights Corner for a simple reception.

The place wasn’t officially open yet, but it was going to be sensational.

The wedding and reception were low-key, which is what the grooms wanted.

Sebastian and Charlie were getting married next month, and their wedding would be anything but low-key.

There had been talk of having it here, but he knew Sebastian had far grander plans now he had free rein over the arrangements.

Something Charlie might regret when he realised just how extravagant Sebastian could be, especially for someone he loved.

Patrick was sitting at a table with Jason, and he was wondering how long would be socially acceptable before he could drag him back to his flat.

He looked fucking delectable in a suit, and Patrick want to fuck him whilst he was still wearing it.

Jason was never fully suited and booted at work, which was a shame, because Patrick would love to see this sight every day.

He was snapped out of his daydreaming by the sight of the last person he’d expected to see today storming towards them.

“What the fuck is this, Jason?” snapped Grant, slamming an envelope onto the table.

Jason looked terrified. Patrick immediately wanted to beat the crap out of Grant, but he knew that wouldn’t end well.

He’d investigated even further into Grant’s business interests since he’d found out his connection to Jason.

There was nothing he could print without it becoming libellous, but Grant didn’t need to know that.

“You think you can just ignore me and issue me with divorce papers?” said Grant.

Jason’s brothers had surrounded them. They knew about him and Grant now, after he’d told them all.

It had been nowhere near as bad as he’d imagined in his own head.

They just wanted to look after him, like they always did.

He was their baby brother. Jason didn’t look like he could speak, and he shouldn’t have to.

It was Patrick’s job to deal with things like this.

“It’s in your best interest to sign the papers, Grant,” said Patrick.

“Fuck off, old man. This has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me. Jason’s with me now. You had your chance, and you blew it. You haven’t been together for three years, so just sign the papers and make it easier for all sides.”

“Are you threatening me? Do you know who I am?”

“I’m well aware of who you are. I’ve also got lots of juicy stories ready to go to print, unless you sign the papers.”

He wasn’t sure he could bluff a man like Grant Kincaid, but he’d give it a good go.

“Jason,” said Grant, turning away from Patrick. “You’re my husband. You need to come home with me.”

“He might be your husband, legally. But you lost all rights to that title the moment you laid your hands on him.”

“Oh, is that what he told you? Is that what you’ve told them, Jason?”

Jason hadn’t said Grant had beaten him, but something had happened between them.

He knew there’d been an incident that had put Grant in the hospital and it had coincided with Jason moving back to London.

There had been no police report, and Grant had discharged himself from the hospital against medical advice.

Patrick had been on the crime desk long enough to know when something screamed self-defence.

“I’m giving you one last chance, Jason. Are you going to come back to me?”

Jason shook his head.

“Fine, then Patrick needs to know what he’s letting himself in for.”

He pulled out another envelope and dropped it on the table in front of Patrick before he walked out. Langdon went after him.

Patrick looked down at the envelope, and over at Jason who was crying. Patrick pushed the envelope away.

“I won’t look if you don’t want me to, Jason.”

Jason pushed himself up and ran out before anyone could stop him. Patrick wanted to run after him, but Sebastian sat down across from him, shook his head, and then glared at everyone else, who moved away quickly. Patrick couldn’t help but smile at his best friend looking out for him.

“What do you want to do? Other than go after him?”

“That’s all I want to do.”

“He’ll be okay,” said Sebastian, motioning with his head to the others.

Patrick looked over and saw Charlie and Paolo hugging Gregory before running out, obviously going after Jason.

“It should be me looking after him.”

“You know how close those guys are.”

“How do you feel when Charlie goes to one of them instead of you?”

“That’s what he needs at that moment. As long as he’s not on his own.”

“Yeah, I get that, but you’re not . . .”

“Not what? A daddy?”

“George always came to me.”

“George was different. He didn’t have any family. His only friends were the ones you shared, and he didn’t work. Jason might come across as all needy with you, but he’s fiercely independent.”

“I know that,” said Patrick. “I just don’t understand why he ran. I said I wouldn’t look at what Grant left.”

“You’re not even a bit curious?” asked Sebastian, picking up the envelope and smacking it against his palm.

Of course he was curious, he was a journalist. But he’d just made a promise to Jason.

All he wanted to do was put Grant Kincaid behind bars so he’d never bother Jason again, although that man had a lot of reach, and even from prison he’d be able to affect Jason’s life.

Patrick needed to get something on the man so he’d back off, give Jason his divorce, and ideally get out of the city. Why couldn’t he go back to Liverpool?

“Do you want to get out of here?” asked Sebastian.

“Wouldn’t that be rude?”

“It looks like the grooms have gone out the back to fuck again, so I doubt they’d even notice if we left, that’s if they even come back.”

“Can we get a drink somewhere else?”

“Of course.”

He gripped Patrick’s hand and smiled, before going to tell his friend Max he was leaving.

From what Patrick knew, a year ago, all those brothers had been single.

That all changed the night Charlie met Sebastian, and now each of them had found their guy over the last twelve months.

Had Jason found the man he was meant to be with in Patrick?

Or was Jason’s destiny to be with Grant?

Patrick knew he had to let Jason have time to himself, with his brothers, but if he hadn’t heard from him by the morning, he would have to do something about it.