“Yeah, of course. No problem at all.” He steps back and gestures for me to come inside. And wow, the pictures Owen sent of this place definitely did not do it justice. It’s absolutely stunning. And huge.
And that’s coming from someone who’s just spent almost four months living in a freakin’ palace.
“O’s at work, but come on in, I’ll show you to your room.”
Blake leads me down the pristine hallway, past the staircase that looks like it goes up about four or five flights, and to the doors of an elevator. My brows shoot up. Owen told me this place had an elevator, but I hadn’t entirely believed him.
We alight at the fourth floor and Blake ushers me along the hallway toward one of the bedrooms. “Here we go.”
My eyes widen when I step inside, seeing a familiar bed and comforter set, plus my old bookshelves with all my books on them, as well as my desk. “This is all my stuff from our old apartment,” I say, referencing the place Owen and I used to share. I cast Blake a wry smile. “What happened, Mr. Moneybags? Dip in the market?”
He lets out a soft laugh. “Owen thought you might need a place to stay when you’re in New York, so he set this up for you. If you’d like to redecorate, just say the word.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
He nods and turns to leave, pointing to another door down the hall. “Bathroom’s through there, and I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. Owen should be home in a couple hours, unless there’s a big emergency he needs to stay for.”
I nod, repeating, “Thanks.”
I dump my suitcase and make a beeline for the bathroom Blake mentioned, stripping off and standing under the steaming hot spray of the huge walk-in shower.
I’m able to wash off the grossness that’s settled after the plane trip, but the shower does nothing to help me relax. I’ve become too used to showering with Lukas lately; it hasn’t been every morning, but it’s ben often enough that the association’s been made, and all I can think is that this shower is far too big for just one person.
When I get out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and go in search of my phone. It’s around midnight in Korova so I figure Lukas will still be awake, but done with work for the day.
“I was just about to call you,” he says after answering on the first ring.
“Yeah?”
“Mmm…I saw your flight land over an hour ago. I was getting worried.”
A smile stretches across my lips and warmth fills me at the thought of him watching the flight tracker on the airline’s website to see the moment I’d landed safely. “I wanted to get settled in at Owen and Blake’s first. Sorry for making you worry.”
“You’re forgiven.”
I can see the stubborn jut of his jaw in my mind and I’m filled with an overwhelming sense of longing. “God, I miss you. I wish I was there with you.”
“What would we be doing if you were here?” he asks, his voice a sexy purr.
“Your Majesty,” I exclaim, putting on an affronted tone, “are you suggesting we have phone sex?”
He lets out a soft chuckle that goes straight to my balls. “I’ll take whatever I can get until I have you back here with me.”
I smile at the thought, even as my heart cracks with the knowledge of how long we still have to wait. “What would you want to do?” I murmur.
“I’d want to taste you. I love the way you taste. Your cock, your arse. Every single inch of your skin. I’d want to take your cock in my mouth and have you fuck my throat…”
I groan, my hand sliding over my hard cock as I imagine doing just that. “What else?”
“I’d want you inside me,” he says with a groan, and I know he’s doing exactly what I am right now. “Love it when you fuck me, kotya. Love taking your cock.”
“Ah, fuck,” I cry out as my orgasm hits a little unexpectedly and I come all over my hand. “Well, that was a little embarrassing. Haven’t come that quickly from just my hand since I was a teenager.”
“Not just your hand,” Lukas points out.
“Well, that’s true.”
I take up the reins on the dirty talk, seeing Lukas through his climax and wishing more than anything I could be there for the live and interactive show.
We talk for a while afterwards, about the kids and our friends at the palace and a bunch of other random things that come to mind, but after an hour and a half I call an end to the conversation, knowing it’s getting way too late in Korova and Lukas needs to be up early in the morning.
I notice my stomach growling after we hang up, so I put on some sweats and a t-shirt and head down to the kitchen in search of food. The closer I get to the kitchen, the better the smell gets. There’s garlic and herbs and I think maybe tomatoes…whatever it is, it smells absolutely delicious and my stomach growls even louder.
I find both Blake and Owen in the kitchen; Blake is stirring something on the stove and Owen is sitting at the counter drinking wine and ogling his husband’s ass.
They both turn as I enter the kitchen, Owen’s eyes lighting up as he sees me. “Hey! Blake said you were here, what’s going on?”
“Ahh, it’s kind of a long story.”
Owen’s gaze narrows in suspicion. “Did that guy hurt you? Tell me. ‘Cause, seriously, king or no king, Blake and I will go over there and kick his ass!”
I blink a few times at Owen, my mouth hanging open in surprise. “You knew?”
Blake and Owen exchange an amused glance. “You were kind of obvious when we came to visit,” Blake says.
“Oh, god, no wonder I had to be sent away!”
Owen’s brows arch up. “You were sent away? Okay,
