Black Dagger Brotherhood 11 - Lover at Last

back.”
    You might not have to rush. The Brothers have been sequestered for the last half hour. I don’t have any idea what’s going on.
    Next to the guy, Qhuinn was rocking back and forth in his shitkickers, his weight shifting like he was on a walk even as he went nowhere.
    “Five minutes,” Blay muttered. “That’s all I need.”
    He hoped the Brotherhood would open those doors by then—the last thing he wanted was to get stuck passing time anywhere near Qhuinn.
    Cursing as he went, Blay jogged down to his room. Usually he took his time getting ready, especially if Sax was in the mood, but this was going to be a wham-bam, thank you, ma—
    As he opened his door, he froze.
    What the…hell?
    Duffels. On the bed. So many of them he couldn’t see more than an inch and a half of the king-size duvet—and he knew whose they were. Matching Guccis, in white with the navy blue logo and the navy blue and red cloth strapping—because according to Saxton, the traditional brown-on-brown with the red and green was “too obvious.”
    Blay shut the door quietly. His first thought was, Holy shit, Saxton knew. Somehow, the guy knew what had happened in the training center.
    The male in question came out of the bathroom with an armful of shampoo, conditioner, and product. He stopped dead.
    “Hi,” Blay said. “Taking a vacation?”
    After a tense moment, Saxton calmly came over, put his load down in a travel bag, and turned back around. As always, his beautiful blond hair was swept off his forehead in thick waves. And he was dressed perfectly, in another tweed suit with matching waistcoat, a red cravat and red pocket square adding just the right accent of color.
    “I think you know what I’m going to say.” Saxton smiled sadly. “Because you’re far from stupid—just as I am.”
    Blay went to sit down on the bed, but had to recalibrate because there was nowhere to put himself. He ended up on the chaise lounge, and, with a discreet lean to one side, he tucked the wadded shirt under the skirting. Out of sight. It was the least he could do.
    God, was this really happening?
    “I don’t want you to go,” Blay heard himself say roughly.
    “I believe that.”
    Blay looked across all those duffels. “Why now?”
    He thought of the pair of them just the day before, under the sheets, having hard sex. They had been so close—although if he were brutally honest, maybe that had just been physically.
    Take out the
maybe
.
    “I’ve been fooling myself.” Saxton shook his head. “I thought I could keep going with you like this—but I can’t. It’s killing me.”
    Blay closed his eyes. “I know I’ve been out a lot in the field—”
    “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
    As Qhuinn took up all the space between them, Blay wanted to scream. But what good would that do: it appeared that he and Saxton had gotten to the same difficult corner at the same sorrowful moment.
    His lover looked over the luggage. “I’ve just finished that assignment for Wrath. It’s a good time to make a break, move out and find another job—”
    “Wait, so you’re leaving the king as well?” Blay frowned. “However things stand between us, you need to keep working for him. That is bigger than our relationship.”
    Saxton’s eyes dipped down. “I suspect that is far easier for you to say.”
    “Not true,” Blay countered grimly. “God, I’m so…sorry.”
    “You’ve done nothing wrong—you need to know that I’m not angry at you, or bitter. You’ve always been honest, and I’ve always known that things were going to end like this. I just didn’t know the timeline—I didn’t know…until I reached the end. Which is now.”
    Oh, fuck.
    Even though he knew Saxton was right, Blay felt a compulsive need to fight for them. “Listen, I’ve been really distracted for the last week, and I’m sorry. But things have a way of regulating, and you and I will get back to normal—”
    “I’m in love with you.”
    Blay shut his mouth with a clap.
    “So you see,” Saxton continued hoarsely, “it’s not that you have changed. It’s that
I
have—and I’m afraid my silly emotions have put us at quite a distance from each other.”
    Blay surged to his feet and strode across the fine-napped carpet to the other male.
    When he got to his destination, he was relieved to the point of tearing up that Saxton accepted his embrace. And as he held his first true lover against him, feeling that familiar difference in their