Page 32 of The Housebreaker's Assistant
Greer’s eyes were dark with lust and command as he straddled Penny’s legs to keep him still and planted one hand squarely on his chest to stop him from moving. His hand on Penny’s cock worked harder, and with a gasp and wide eyes, Penny figured out what he was doing.
Seconds later, with very little control or moderation on his part, Greer forced an orgasm out of him. Penny would have come in minutes anyhow, but the control Greer asserted over him was sharp and definitive. The orgasm belonged to him, had been taken from Penny whether he wanted it or not. The fiery satisfaction in Greer’s eyes as he watched Penny spend seemed to say, “And don’t forget it.”
Penny’s mind reeled as his body turned to jelly post-climax. Greer seemed to love that, too. He pushed himself up and grasped his own cock, pumping it furiously, face red and gaze locked on Penny. It took him no time to grunt his own release, painting Penny’s belly and chest with his spend, before growling and curling over Penny once more to kiss the air from his lungs.
Never in his life had Penny felt so claimed.
He shouldn’t have liked it as much as he did.
The moment passed, and Greer dropped to Penny’s side. For a few minutes, the two of them lay there, hot and boneless, coming back into themselves. Penny closed his eyes, draped an arm over his head, and smiled at the whirl of guilty and satisfied feelings within him.
Bliss, thy name was Greer.
He might have dozed for a bit, because when he was fully aware again, Greer had climbed off the bed. “Come along,” he said, his cocky, pleased grin still in place as he gazed down atPenny’s naked body, which he’d had the audacity to uncover when Penny had been snoozing so he could get an eyeful. “We need to clean up and deliver our prizes to The Zagreus Den.”
The last of Penny’s indulgent feelings puffed away, and he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. The time for enjoying wickedness with a man he should have known better than to give his heart to was over. He had to think of Helen now. Because that’s what the mission for The Zagreus Den was all about. He needed a secure place for his sister while he was off earning enough money to provide a safe place for them both for the rest of their lives.
Cleaning up was easy enough. Greer had more than enough clean water and soap in his rather comfortable rooms. The two of them smirked and flirted with each other all through the process of scrubbing away dried and half-dried spunk and while dressing, Penny in his clothes from the night before.
It was almost a surprise for Penny to find the brooch and bowl he’d nicked from Pennington’s study in his pocket along with the handsome letter opener and cigars. So much had happened since he and Greer had been in the study that he’d forgotten the letters they’d been sent to take were not the only things that had left that room.
“These should fetch a good price,” Penny commented casually as they prepared to depart.
“Leave them here,” Greer said, nodding to the table off to one side of the room. “You won’t have time to fence them today, and it’ll be dangerous to carry them around until you’re at leisure to sell them.”
Penny’s eyebrows went up, but he said nothing. He put the items on Greer’s table, glancing back at the man over his shoulder. A past version of himself would be suspicious that Greer intended to steal his take and sell the items himself, but in his heart he knew better. Leaving the items in Greer’s home wasan invitation for Penny to return. It was an invitation for much more than merely that.
They’d slept far longer than Penny first imagined, which meant it was nearly noon by the time the two of them were admitted to The Zagreus Den. Penny was encouraged by how quickly they gained admittance, but any anticipatory thoughts he’d had were diminished as he glanced eagerly around at the entirely different world the Den seemed to be during the day. The decorations were the same and there seemed to be just as many gentlemen and young men wandering about, but the feeling of the place was decidedly different.
“Please forgive any interruptions we might experience,” Brutus greeted them as they were led into the huge banquet hall where the feast and orgy—and yes, it had ended up being an orgy in the end—that they’d attended the other night had been. “One of the classrooms is being repainted today, so the lads are having their lesson in here.”
In the corner of the room where the musicians had been playing the other night was a small gathering of young men, the same ones who had been dancing, serving, blowing, and being fucked senseless by the members of the Den. They were seated in a circle, slates in their laps, as a gentleman with spectacles stood beside a movable chalkboard, apparently teaching them mathematics.
Penny stopped halfway across the room to gape at them. Georgie, whose name was now Erastos, was among the students. Penny almost laughed. He’d always considered Georgie to be clever, if a bit pitiful and weak. He looked pleased as Punch as he copied down figures on his slate.
“What sort of place is this?” he asked as Brutus ushered them to the low table at the far end of the room, where a veritable feast had already been laid out. The white-blond man with the black armband, Valentine, was dressed in a costume that might havebeen seen in a sultan’s harem, billowy trousers and all, and was serving them.
Brutus laughed as he gestured for Penny and Greer to sit. “I thought you’d made up your mind about that the other night,” he said.
“Did I not tell you The Zagreus Den is a school as well as a brothel?” Greer asked with a teasing grin.
Penny couldn’t remember whether he had or not. Either way, it was clear to him now that whether he was having his arse stuffed by nobs at night or not, Georgie had landed himself in the luckiest position any young bit of rubbish in the street could ever find themselves in.
“Behold, your prize,” Greer announced with a flourish, taking the bundle of letters they’d purloined from Pennington from his pocket and presenting them to Titus, who rose from his seat at the table to greet them.
“So you found them after all?” Brutus asked, seemingly surprised.
Penny and Greer shared a baffled look before Greer turned to the brothers. “Yes? Of course,” he added with a shrug.
“You realize Scotland Yard is all over Berkeley Square at the moment,” Titus said with a smirk, shuffling through the letters.
Penny’s face heated. So they hadn’t escaped into the night without a care in the world after all.
“Pennington summoned the coppers, did he?” Greer asked, pretending to be gruff and careless, even though his cheeks burned as he took a seat at the table and reached for a roll.
“We believe one of the neighbors called for the police,” Brutus said, his eyes shining with mirth. “From what we’ve been able to gather thus far, a commotion was heard coming from Pennington’s house, and one of the maids, who has a friend in the house adjacent, dashed over in a panic.”
“Our eyes and ears say that Pennington had a devil of a time convincing the police that nothing untoward had happened,” Titus said.
