Page 37 of Broken Promises (Soho Knights #5)

Patrick shook his head with a smile, amused at Jason’s antics.

He had so many questions, but why couldn’t they talk after he’d had his daddy inside him again?

It wouldn’t take that long. He’d barely been able to wank for the past month.

When he’d thought about some hot guy railing him, or even watching porn, he would just picture Patrick and get upset.

It was easier not to wank unless his balls became too sensitive.

The lift door dinged, and Patrick lowered Jason to the ground as the door opened. They stepped inside. It was just the two of them, and Jason could see how hard Patrick was. He licked his lips, wanting to get his mouth on it.

“Get that look out of your eye, boy. We need to talk first.”

“It’ll be easier for me to concentrate on what you’re saying when my hole is full of your come.”

The door opened at that moment. Thankfully nobody was there, but Jason could tell Patrick’s resolve was crumbling.

He ushered Jason to the door of his room and fumbled to get the keycard out of his pocket.

Jason took it as an opportunity to palm Patrick’s swollen cock.

He’d missed it so much. Patrick growled at him, causing Jason to squeal in surprise.

The door was opened, and he pushed Jason into the room and slammed the door behind him.

He stalked towards Jason, who walked backwards for what felt like ages, before the back of his legs hit the bed. How big was this room?

“It’s going to be a quick hard fuck, boy, and then we’re going to talk. Agreed?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Now take my cock out and get it nice and wet for me.”

Jason didn’t waste a beat before unbuckling Patrick’s belt, then the waistband of his trousers, which was attached in three places.

They were all wearing the same suits, so he had it open and everything was down in seconds.

Patrick’s thick cock sprung out. He was rock hard, the foreskin pulled back to show a glistening purple head, dripping with precome. It was a thing of absolute beauty.

“Stop looking at it, boy, and get it in your mouth.”

Jason sucked on the head first, not wanting to miss a drop of that salty goodness. He didn’t have time to take it any slower, as Patrick grabbed the back of his head and shoved the rest down the back of his throat.

“That’s it, boy. Take all of Daddy’s cock.”

Jason almost choked. His eyes were watering, but he was determined to be a good boy. Patrick fucked his mouth with deep thrusts. Jason relaxed his throat, getting used to his daddy again. He hummed in pleasure, loving the feel of those thick veins sliding across his tongue.

“You take my cock so well, boy. Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

Jason nodded and then whined when Patrick pulled his dick out of Jason’s mouth. There was a flurry of activity as they shed all their clothes. Thankfully none of their suits were rented, although Jason had no idea when he would wear his again. Perhaps for Langdon’s wedding. That would be next.

Before his thoughts could go off in another random direction, he was being tossed onto the bed and rolled onto his stomach.

Patrick pulled his cheeks apart and licked across his hole.

He couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. This man knew how to eat arse better than anyone he’d ever met, and he’d done a lot of market research.

He snorted at his own joke, and was rewarded with a hard smack on his right cheek.

“Focus, boy. Get out of your head and just feel.”

This man knew him far too well.

A lubed finger entered him, quickly followed by a second. Patrick had loosened him up with his tongue. Jason was overwhelmed with pleasure, in a good way, but he needed something more from Patrick.

“Daddy?”

“What is it, boy?”

“I want to see you.”

Patrick flipped him over and pushed his legs apart, slipping two fingers back inside him and kissing him fiercely. A third finger was soon opening him up, and before he knew it Patrick was between his legs with the head of his fat cock poking at his entrance.

“You ready, my sweet boy?”

Jason got goosebumps at the endearment and felt choked up. He smiled up at Patrick and nodded. His daddy wasted no time in slamming his cock inside Jason to the hilt in one thrust.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy . . . fuck me as hard as you can.”

Patrick delivered. He slammed into Jason repeatedly, at such a frantic pace that he couldn’t make any coherent sound. He was just a babbling mess as Patrick pushed his legs back further, getting the angle right to slam Jason’s prostate repeatedly.

He was so lost in the pleasure of being completely owned by his daddy that he didn’t even feel his orgasm creep up on him until his vision whitened, and he saw literal stars.

He cried out in pleasure as Patrick continued to fuck him mercilessly.

Jason was still riding the shockwaves of his orgasm when Patrick cried out his own release, and Jason felt his cock pulse inside him as he emptied his balls. He felt so full, and so happy.

Patrick leaned over him, his cock still inside him, as he took Jason’s mouth in a deep and slow kiss.

He would happily stay like this forever.

Was there a way for Patrick to just stay inside Jason permanently?

Or could he make a mould of Patrick’s dick and have it made into a butt plug, so he could walk around all day with his daddy’s come inside him?

“What are you thinking about?” asked Patrick.

“Something dirty.”

Patrick chuckled and kissed him again. He pulled his softening cock out, causing Jason to whine.

“Come on, let’s get showered and we can order some food and talk. ”

“Food? How are you hungry after that amazing meal we just had?”

The food at the wedding had been exquisite, with no expense spared. They’d been putting an evening buffet out as they’d left, and Sebastian had also ordered bacon sandwiches for people to take as they left for bed.

“I just burnt off about a million calories.”

“Does this mean when you replenish your energy you can fuck me again?”

“Just get in the shower, boy, and if you do as you’re told, we’ll see.”

“I love you, Patrick.”

“I love you too.”

Once they were clean and had eaten some sandwiches, they shared everything that had happened over the last month with Grant.

Patrick looked murderous when Jason explained what Grant had said to him, but Jason knew he’d hurt the man.

It wasn’t something he’d done intentionally, but looking back, he had regrets.

Perhaps if he’d been honest, Grant would have just let him go, but he’d never know.

Then it was Patrick’s turn, as he explained what he’d been doing over the last month to fulfil the promise he’d made to Jason. He’d been let down so many times in his life by empty promises, and Patrick had delivered on something that had seemed impossible.

“I got evidence of his involvement in your stepdad’s murder.”

“What evidence?”

“Enough to put him away for life.”

“How?”

“He had to use people inside the prison. He didn’t have the same reach as he has now. His empire has grown huge in the last two years. The problem is, if you use people who aren’t loyal to you, they have a price.”

“Are you going to use it?”

“Not if he leaves you alone.”

“But what if he goes after the people who spoke to you, then you won’t have anything on him?”

“This isn’t a random witness statement, Jason. This is hard evidence that he conspired to have your stepdad murdered.”

“I’m glad he did it, though.”

“So am I. A man like that didn’t deserve to live, but it’s still a crime, and Grant doesn’t want to go to prison. Just a month on remand and his empire would crumble. That’s the world he’s in. There’s always another alpha ready to have their moment in the spotlight.”

“I’m still worried he’s gonna do something. You don’t know him like I do, and you didn’t hear how hurt he sounded when he spoke to me.”

“I’ve got something that might convince you.”

Patrick stood up and went over to his wallet. He took out a piece of folded paper and handed it to Jason. He opened it and had to do a double take.

“Is this for real?”

“I checked it myself. It’s legit. Just waiting for you to make contact.”

Jason felt the tears roll down his cheeks. Grant had found his sisters. Not only did he have contact information for them, but they were in London, studying at Starhaven University. The same place he’d met his brothers.

“Why did he do this?”

“I think it’s his way of saying he forgives you, and that he’s sorry.”

Jason put the paper down and held up his arms. Patrick lifted him up, carrying him back to bed. There was no place he’d rather be.