A Proper Lover (Ganymede Quartet Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

semen was smeared across Henry’s chest in the process and, as usual, Martin was more unsettled by this state of affairs than was Henry.
    Henry tried to keep Martin on the bed, clutching at his waist. “It’s not going to hurt me any if it’s on my skin a minute or two longer, Martin.”
    “I need to get up anyway, Henry. I have to go down for my dinner.”
    Reluctantly, Henry let him get off the bed. He was halfway to the bathroom when there was a knock on the bedroom door.
    Henry dove under the covers and Martin grabbed Henry’s dressing gown and fumbled to get his arms through the sleeves.
    Barely decent, Martin opened the door a crack. “Oh, hello, Paul. What can I do for you?”
    Henry heard Paul say, “Mr. Blackwell’s magazine came in the mail today. It was misplaced downstairs, so please accept my apologies for not getting it into his hands earlier.”
    “Oh, thank you, Paul. He’ll be very happy to have it.”
    In a lower voice, Paul said, “You’re missing dinner, you know, Martin.”
    “I’ll be right down. Thank you, Paul.”
    Paul chuckled. “He’s keeping you busy, then?” Surely Paul had not intended Henry to hear that!
    Martin laughed. “Thank you, Paul,” he repeated. He shut the door and locked it and came back to the bed with Henry’s mail, Pals in its brown paper envelope. “I think you heard, Sir, that it was misplaced. I’m sorry, but we won’t have time to read it until bedtime.” He put the envelope down on the bed and shrugged off Henry’s dressing gown. “Let me just get something to wash you with, Sir…”
    Henry let himself be cleaned and lounged on the bed while Martin quickly dressed in his own room.
    “I’ll be back to dress you soon, Sir.” Martin bent and kissed him. “I’m excited to read to you later!”
    Henry didn’t even want to open the envelope until they were ready to read; he wanted to wait for Martin. Now that Henry knew that Martin felt the same way about Theo and George as he did, it was that much more exciting to have a new installment. It was so much better with a partner, someone else who was reading the story and aware of possible hidden meanings. He flopped back against the pillows and slept fitfully until Martin’s return.
    Martin woke Henry with a hand on his shoulder, a little shake. “Wake up, Sir. You need to dress.”
    Henry pulled him down into an embrace and rolled on top of him. “Did you have a good dinner?” He bent and kissed Martin’s neck, which still tasted of salt.
    “Yes, Sir. If you want to talk about it, let’s do it while I dress you.” Martin pushed Henry off of him and stood up, holding out his hand. “Come on, Sir. You can’t be late.”
    Henry took Martin’s hand and let himself be pulled to his feet. “What did you eat?”
    “Chicken and potatoes and beans, Sir. Let’s see…we also had applesauce and bread and then chocolate cake for dessert.”
    Martin held Henry’s drawers ready for him to step into, and he did so with a hand on Martin’s shoulder for balance. Martin handed Henry his undershirt and watched as he pulled it on overhead.
    Henry’s head emerged from the neck of the shirt, his hair mussed, and he asked, “Do you think I’m having cake, too?”
    Martin thought a moment. “I doubt it, Sir. It wasn’t a very elaborate cake, though it was delicious.”
    “I like the plainer desserts better,” Henry said with a sigh. “The things my parents want are unnecessarily fancy, I think.” He slipped his arms into the sleeves of his shirt and let Martin button it and put in the studs.
    “I can ask Cook to make you a cake for your weekend lunch, Sir,” Martin suggested. “What kind would you like?”
    “I always like lemon.” Henry held out his hands so that Martin could insert his cufflinks. “But, really, anything would be lovely. Cook makes the best cakes.”
    “I’ll be sure to let her know you think so, Henry.” Martin leaned in and kissed Henry on the corner of his mouth, then