Page 29 of Broken Promises (Soho Knights #5)

Once he hit St Paul’s, he was surrounded by tourists again, and he had to focus more on where he was walking than on what he was thinking.

Would Jason feel like he was being ambushed?

Patrick wasn’t even sure if he’d get over the threshold of the flat.

The brothers were very protective of each other.

As long as it wasn’t Langdon, he could probably convince the others to let him in.

Charlie was with Sebastian– he’d already checked that– and Gregory was on his honeymoon.

That left Langdon and Paolo, as well as their men.

Max was a big guy, but newer to the group, so he’d hopefully be amenable to Patrick speaking with Jason.

Holborn was no quieter, and the noise got louder as he hit New Oxford Street, before cutting through Soho Square to get to the infamous flat on Brewer Street.

Patrick had only been in there for the first time last month, but he’d heard enough about it from Sebastian.

The flat itself was done to a high spec, but there was nothing wow about it.

What made it special was that it immediately felt like a home when you walked in.

Patrick wasn’t sure if he wanted to push the buzzer, but there weren’t many flats in their building, so it was unlikely he’d be able to tailgate. After waiting a couple of minutes on the off chance, he pressed the buzzer.

“Hello?”

Fuck – that was Langdon’s voice.

“It’s Patrick.” What else could he say?

He was astonished when the door clicked open without another word.

Not wanting to risk it closing, Patrick quickly made his way inside, taking the stairs two at a time.

As he turned onto their floor, he saw Langdon at the front door of the flat in his signature stance, with his inked, muscular arms folded in front of his chest and a scowl on his face.

It would be intimidating if Jason hadn’t told Patrick many times what a big softie Langdon was.

“He didn’t tell me he was expecting you,” said Langdon.

“It’s more of an impromptu visit. Is he home?”

“Yes. It’s just me and him here, so I’ll ask him if he wants to talk to you.”

Langdon stood back and opened the door for Patrick to walk in. This had been easier than he’d thought, but he knew Langdon would physically throw him out if Jason didn’t want to speak to him.

“Can I speak to you first, Langdon?”

“About what?”

“Grant Kincaid.”

Langdon visibly tensed before giving a slight nod and walking into their kitchen area .

“Tea or coffee?”

“Tea, please.”

Langdon put the kettle on and checked how Patrick liked his tea before getting things ready.

“I’m listening.”

“How likely is he to follow through on a threat he’s made?”

“A hundred per cent. He has his faults, but he’s a man of his word, and he can’t lose face by being seen as soft.”

That was what Patrick had heard himself, but having it confirmed by Langdon was helpful.

“What’s he got on you?”

“Not on me. It’s er . . . it’s a story regarding someone in the public eye. He’s given me an exclusive, but if I don’t do something for him, he’ll share it with all my competitors.”

“Let me guess. He wants you to break up with Jason.”

“How did you know that?”

“I know Grant, and he regards Jason as his property. He wants it back.”

“Jason should be able to make his own decisions about who he wants to be with.”

“We know that, but you’re dealing with a man who won’t take no for an answer. He’d have no problem breaking your legs or putting you in the ground.”

“Thank you for that, Langdon. Makes me feel so much better.”

“You’re the one who started asking questions.”

“Patrick, what are you doing here?”

Patrick swung round, and his heart skipped. Jason looked tired, but he was still as beautiful as ever.

“I wanted to see you.”

“I said I’d call you when I was ready to talk.”

Jason didn’t sound angry; he sounded tired. But there was also resignation in his tone, like he was expecting what Patrick was going to say to him .

“I can go...” The last thing he would do was risk pushing Jason away.

“No,” he sighed. “We may as well get this over with.”

“Jason. I’m not here to break up with you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“You’re not?” There was hope in his voice.

“Come here,” he said, opening his arms.

Jason rushed towards him, and Patrick wrapped his arms around his boy. He smelled so good, and it felt right to have him back where he belonged.

“On that note, I’m getting out of here,” said Langdon. “Please don’t fuck on the kitchen counter. We all have to eat off it.”

“No promises,” said Jason with a muffled chuckle.

Langdon walked round to them and leaned forward, kissing Jason on the head. The brotherly affection was clear. He smiled at Patrick, but there was a clear warning in his eyes– don’t fuck with my brother!

Patrick pulled Jason close to him and enjoyed the moment. Once the door had closed, Jason pulled at Patrick’s fly, and his cock instantly hardened.

“I need you, Daddy.”

Patrick lifted Jason up before things got too heated and carried him into his bedroom.

He tossed him on the bed, which made him giggle, but the heat in his eyes was giving one message– Patrick needed to claim his boy back.

They could talk about everything later. Right now, they needed this connection.

This was going to be a quick and dirty fuck, so Patrick didn’t waste any time with niceties.

“Take your clothes off and get your hole ready for me.”

Jason’s face lit up as he peeled off his sweats, T-shirt, and underwear.

He was hard, and his body flushed. Patrick tore off his own layers, wanting to get skin-on-skin contact as soon as possible.

Jason had grabbed a bottle of lube from under his pillow.

What had he been doing the last few days when he was alone?

Patrick would have fun asking him about that later.

Jason started prepping himself with two fingers, moaning loudly, like he always did. Patrick watched him for a while, his own cock twitching. Unable to wait any longer he moved forward and pulled Jason’s fingers out of his hole.

“Mine,” he growled.

Patrick lubed up his own fingers, before sliding the first one in.

His fingers were thicker than Jason’s. He leaned over and took his mouth in a searing kiss.

Had it really been less than a week since he’d kissed these lips?

It felt like forever. He never wanted to spend a night apart from his boy ever again.

Would it be too soon for him to ask Jason to move in with him?

They could talk about that later. Right now, he needed to get inside him.

He slipped another finger in, and Jason arched his back in response.

His needy moans and the way he fucked himself on Patrick’s fingers said he was ready, but Patrick wanted to fuck him hard and claim his boy back after them being apart, so he added a third finger, working him open.

“Please, Daddy. I’m ready. I need your cock now.”

“You’ll wait until I say you’re ready. I’m going to fuck you hard, boy. Are you prepared for that?”

“Yes, please. I need it so much,” he begged.

“Turn over. Flat on your stomach.”

Jason didn’t hesitate to get into position. Patrick lubed up his cock and had to grip the base. He didn’t want to blow as soon as he was inside Jason, not after what he’d just promised.

Patrick dragged Jason to the end of the bed, so he was bent over the mattress, and pulled his cheeks apart, showing his gorgeous hole, all prepped for him. He lined up the head of his cock and rubbed it against Jason’s entrance, which twitched in anticipation .

“You ready, boy?”

“Please, Daddy.”

Patrick didn’t waste another second as he plunged his cock inside Jason’s tight hole.

He cried out, but Patrick knew all the noises Jason made now, and that was the sound of pleasure.

He pulled his cock out, so just the tip was still inside, and then pushed in to the hilt again.

Patrick repeated this a few times, loosening up his hole, his hands on Jason’s cheeks, pulling them apart and watching his thick cock disappear inside the man he loved.

He needed to tell Jason how much he loved him, but not when they were fucking like this.

He wanted to look into his boy’s eyes as he told him he had Patrick’s heart.

He fucked him as hard as he could. Jason cried out, begging for more, his words becoming less coherent as Patrick took him apart. He could see Jason move his hand to grip his cock, which was flat against the mattress. Patrick smacked it away.

“I say when you can come, boy,” he growled.

“Please, Daddy, please . . . I need to come.”

Patrick changed the angle of his hips and pushed in hard again. Jason groaned loudly – bullseye! Patrick hit the same spot repeatedly as Jason’s cries got louder. It was a good thing nobody else was home. They’d probably be traumatised for life.

He could feel Jason’s body tensing, so he doubled down on his strokes, nailing Jason’s prostate over and over. It was taking all his willpower to hold himself back from the edge, but there was no way his boy wasn’t coming first.

“Come now, boy,” he commanded.

Jason cried out in pleasure as his body shuddered, and he clenched around Patrick, sending him over the edge as well.

He growled out his release, pumping his seed inside Jason as deep as he could go.

Not wanting to drop his entire weight on Jason, he pulled out after a few seconds, and Jason whimpered.

Patrick hauled him to his feet and pulled them both onto the bed, where he pulled Jason into his arms and kissed him.

Jason’s release was sticky between them, but he didn’t care.

He slipped his fingers back inside Jason, feeling his come already dripping out.

Patrick pushed it back in and claimed his mouth.

Their kisses grew hungrier as Patrick pumped his fingers in and out of Jason.

He could feel his boy getting hard again, and knew he could get another load of out him.

“Play with your cock, boy.”

“It’s sensitive, Daddy.”

“Do as I say.”

Jason flushed. The desire in his eyes was clear.

He started playing with his cock, bringing it back to full hardness.

Patrick continued to fuck Jason with two fingers.

He hooked them over and pushed on Jason’s prostate, making him cry out again.

He was already close. Patrick loved how he could both edge Jason for hours and make him orgasm multiple times.

He deepened the kiss between them as he continued to play with Jason’s prostate. Knowing he was using his own come as lube was making Patrick’s dick interested in joining the party again, but he knew it would be a while before he could come again.

Jason’s moans grew louder as he continued to wank himself off, and Patrick fucked his hole with his fingers and plundered his mouth with his tongue.

Patrick didn’t have to issue a command as he felt Jason’s body tense.

He moaned out his orgasm, and an impressive amount of come for a second time.

Patrick laid Jason on his back. He was boneless, and kept trying to speak but couldn’t.

He loved seeing his boy completely wrecked.

Patrick licked up the come from Jason’s second orgasm, which was mixed with some of the first. A blend of warm and cold, yet it all tasted delicious because it was Jason .

Once he’d licked it all up, he looked up at Jason, who had a smile on his face and his eyes closed.

He kissed Jason gently and said he’d be back in a minute.

Patrick cleaned himself up in the bathroom and then brought back a warm facecloth for Jason, but he was already asleep, so Patrick cleaned him up and then got rid of the cloth.

He got into bed with Jason, pulled the cover over him, and held him in his arms, listening to the gentle breathing of his boy asleep.

Patrick would be happy to stay like this for the rest of his life, and it didn’t take long for him to join Jason in the land of nod.