Reynaud's Redemption, стр. 31
The thought of Cameron made him sprint up the stairs. After a quick shower, he slipped beneath the sheets beside his lover. Cameron scooted back into him as he slept, seemingly sensing his presence. Sliding closer to him, Reynaud sighed. He hadn’t realized how much he had missed his lover until he held him in his arms again. Suddenly Cameron snapped to a sitting position with a loud gasp.
Reynaud raised his hands. “It’s me, baby. It’s me.”
“Rey!”
Reynaud pulled Cameron into a hug. “I missed you so much.”
Cameron’s rigid posture prompted Reynaud to release him. He looked into his lover’s stern gaze.
“You missed me? I find that hard to believe, Reynaud. You left without a word, note, or anything. You’ve been gone for three days. You missed me?” he repeated with a raised eyebrow. “You didn’t call or even throw me a text to say you were alive. How is that missing me? How could you do that to me?”
Reynaud heard the hurt behind Cameron’s irritated words. He knew when he left he would have to deal with injured feelings and anger when he returned.
“Sweetheart, please let me explain. I didn’t mean to hurt you. That was the last thing I wanted when I set out on my journey.”
“I didn’t hear anything from you. I didn’t know if something had happened to you or if you were coming back at all.”
“Wouldn’t come back? How could you even think that? I love you.”
“You could have taken me with you, but you chose to leave me here…alone,” Cameron said, moving away from him.
“Cameron, I couldn’t take you with me.” He turned Cameron’s face back toward him. “I had no idea what I was getting myself into or where I was even going. I couldn’t take the chance of you getting hurt.”
Sadness and pain shone behind the unshed tears in Cameron’s eyes, but Reynaud saw understanding dawning as well. He leaned against the headboard and opened his arms.
“Please, Cam.”
Cameron stared at him for a while longer then positioned himself against Reynaud’s chest. Reynaud sighed with relief. Holding Cameron closer, he plunged into telling his lover what had transpired over the last few days they’d been apart. When Reynaud’s tale was finished, Cameron looked up at him.
“So where does that leave you? Are you really head of the council now?”
“It would seem so. Madame Cousteau gave me her magic. This amulet allows me to control and wield the power of all the elements at once. All she asked was that I restore the council.”
“But you’ll have to go find Marguerite to start that again, won’t you?”
Reynaud nodded.
“So you’re leaving again.”
“Yes, but not yet and not alone. I plan to spend the next few days right here with you. After that, I want you to come with me to find her. I don’t want to leave your side again,” he told him, dropping a kiss on Cameron’s mouth.
“Yes, well, I’m all for us spending as much time as we can right here in this bed. I missed you too.”
Cameron climbed over him and glided his hands over Reynaud’s nipples. A shiver traveled through his body and his cock pulsed with need. Though still upset, Reynaud could tell that Cameron had already forgiven him for leaving so abruptly.
“You have a lot of make-up time to put in, Mr Leduc,” he said with a sly grin. “But now that I know you’ll be back, feel free to go find Marguerite in peace—but not yet. Let’s start the make up now and deal with the search later,” Cameron added, discarding his pajamas.
Reynaud’s happy laugh shook his whole body and he rolled his lover over. “I’m looking forward to all of that.”
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Chapter One
Phillip sat in the back of the limo holding his son close to his chest as the small boy slept peacefully. He watched the scenery go by for a while then looked down at the child. His poor little Tyrell had no idea how much their lives had just changed. The toddler stretched in his arms, and a small smile touched Phillip’s lips for the first time in two weeks. Tyrell’s tiny fist flailed around for a moment as he adjusted in his father’s arms, then he settled back down to sleep.
Phillip let a lazy finger slide down the light brown skin of his son’s chubby cheek, and sighed. As his son grew older, he would notice the obvious differences between them. Phillip’s hair was light brown and straight while Tyrell’s was darker and curly. Tyrell may grow to six feet tall like Phillip had, and he might even share Phillip’s slender physique, but Tyrell would never have the same white skin. Phillip was pleasantly surprised to see that his son had inherited the pale blue eyes that ran in the Drake family, but in the future, when Tyrell looked into the mirror, he would see bronze skin that was a gift from Monica. The mother who was now lost to him.
It was up to Phillip to keep Monica’s memory alive for Tyrell. He would never know the mother he had gotten his beautiful features from—his lips, his nose, his smile. Somehow Phillip had to find a way to explain all that had happened to their son. Suddenly, he held the boy fiercely close, rocking him back and forth as tears flowed freely down his cheeks. He had no idea how he was going to do that.
The limo slowed to a stop, then the back door swung open.
“Mr Drake, we’re