"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

Blay leaned into the lick of fire, inhaled, and flicked the top back down. As always, the slightest hint of lighter fluid lingered, the sweetness mingling with the smoke that he exhaledтАФ

Qhuinn hated smoking.

Had never approved of it.

Which, considering the number of outrageous things the guy made a regular habit out of, seemed downright offensive.

Sex with countless strangers in club bathrooms? Threesomes with males and females? Piercings? Tattoos in various places?

And this guy didnтАЩt тАЬapproveтАЭ of smoking. Like it was a vile habit no one in his right mind would bother with.

In the bathroom, the hair dryer he and Sax shared went on, and Blay could imagine that blond hair he had just grabbed onto and pulled back hard flowing in the artificial breeze, catching the light, shining with highlights that were natural.

Saxton was beautiful, all smooth skin and sinewy body and perfect taste.

God, the clothes in that wardrobe of his. Amazing. Like the Great Gatsby had jumped out of the pages of the novel, gone down to Fifth Avenue, and bought out whole blocks of haute couture.

Qhuinn was never like that. He wore Hanes T-shirts and fatigues or leathers, and still sported the same biker jacket heтАЩd had from just after his transition. No Ferragamos or Ballys for him; New Rocks with soles the size of truck tires. Hair? Brushed if it was lucky. Cologne? Gunpowder and orgasms.

Hell, in all the years Blay had known the guyтАФand it had been since birth practicallyтАФheтАЩd never seen Qhuinn in a suit.

One had to wonder if the guy knew that tuxedos could be owned, not just rented.

If Saxton was the picture-perfect aristocrat, Qhuinn was a straight-up thugтАФ

тАЬHere. Tap your ashes in this.тАЭ

Blay jerked his head up. Saxton was naked, perfectly coiffed and scented with Cool WaterтАФand holding out the heavy Baccarat ashtray heтАЩd bought as a summer solstice gift. It was also from the forties, and weighed as much as a bowling ball.

Blay complied, taking the thing and balancing it in the palm of his hand. тАЬAre you off to work?тАЭ

Like that wasnтАЩt obvious?

тАЬIndeed.тАЭ

Saxton turned away and flashed a spectacular ass as he went to the closet. Technically, the guy was supposed to be living next door in one of the vacant guest rooms, but over time his clothes had migrated in here.

He didnтАЩt mind the smoking. Even shared every once in a while after a particularly energeticтАжexchange, as it were.

тАЬHowтАЩs it going?тАЭ Blay said on an exhale. тАЬYour secret assignment, that is.тАЭ

тАЬRather well. IтАЩm almost finished.тАЭ

тАЬDoes that mean you can finally tell me what itтАЩs all been about?тАЭ

тАЬYou shall find out soon enough.тАЭ

As the flapping of a shirt emanated from the walk-in, Blay turned his cigarette around and stared at the glowing tip. Saxton had been working on something top-secret for the king since the fall, and there had been no pillow talk about itтАФwhich was probably only one of the many reasons Wrath had made the male his private lawyer. Saxton had all the discretion of a bank vault.