All the anger and anxiety of the last two days since the Met commissioner had made that insane statement, poured out of his body until his muscles melted and he felt at peace. Quiet, still, Kael rested, while Angel released his limp cock and rested his head against Kael’s thigh.
“Come to Daddy, sweetheart.”
With a sweet, tired smile, Angel crawled up between his thighs, resting his belly on Kael’s belly, his long legs stretched out between Kael’s spread legs. Nuzzling his neck, Angel trailed little kisses up to his ear and across his jaw before resting his cheek on Kael’s shoulder. Kael could feel Angel’s stiff cock pressed into his lower belly. With both hands, he rubbed and squeezed Angel’s firm, round buttocks.
“Angel, you heard the Met commissioner mistake me for Romodanovsky’s son, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir, Daddy. I was right there. Everyone heard. That dude’s face went so red when he saw what he’d done.”
“Do I look like him?” It came out as a whisper.
“Mr. Romodanovsky? Yeah, you do. He’s not as muscular as you, and he’s a lot older, but he’s tall and you have the same jawline and the same blue eyes.” He paused. “Daddy, he couldn’t be your father. Is that what you think?”
“I don’t want to think it. He’s not a good man.”
“Even if he was your father, it doesn’t mean you’d be like him. But he’s not. How would Sharon have even met a man like him? Daddy, I love her and I wish she was my mom… Well, no, I don’t ’cuz then we’d be brothers and that would be weird, but…” He hesitated, and Kael knew he was picking his words carefully.
“She lives a small, unimportant life,” Kael finished for him.
“She’s important to us, Daddy,” Angel said.
Kael loved the way Angel and his mum had taken to each other. Ashamed though he was to admit it, when their natural affection and closeness developed so quickly, he had felt a twinge of jealousy because he wanted to be first in importance to them both. But that stupid emotion hadn’t lasted long, and when he saw them together now, he just felt grateful to his mum for loving Angel, who needed all the love he could get, and to Angel for seeing his mum’s simple ways as endearing.
“Yes, she’s everything to us. And you’re right. It’s a stupid thought.”
“When I was really little, my mom dated a guy who looked like Johnny Depp, but he wasn’t related to him.”
A deep chuckle erupted from Kael’s chest, making Angel bounce up and down where he lay on top of him. “What would you like Daddy to do to you, sweetheart?”
“Mmmm,” Angel moaned. “What’s my favorite thing in the world, Daddy?”
Raising his hand, Kael landed a loud, heavy slap on Angel’s arse.
Angel cried out, and his cock, which had softened as they chatted, grew instantly hard again. “Yes, Sir, that’s it,” he said on a long breath.
“Right, come on then. Let me sit up.”
Angel rolled off, and Kael sat up on the side of the bed. “Over my knees, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.” First standing beside Kael’s lap, Angel dropped forward, his hands at his tailbone, and let Kael catch and steady him. For a moment, Kael sat looking down at his boy, utterly at ease, no tension in his muscles, melting over Kael’s lap.
Kael raised his hand and landed a hard, heavy slap. Not holding back, he quickly raised the tempo, watching Angel’s buttocks redden under his hand. Knowing his boy as he did, he watched for Angel’s dangling legs to start straightening out and stretching, the muscles in his buttocks tightening as his orgasm neared. Harder and harder he spanked. He was tired, but he had a momentum going that would sustain him as long as Angel needed.
When long, openmouthed moans began to erupt from his boy he knew Angel was getting close. Angel’s slender legs began to stretch out, his toes pointing. The boy never moved his hands, clasped together, bent at the elbows above his waist. At last Angel’s back arched, his body bent like a bow. Kael maintained his steady pace marveling at the beauty and strength of his lovely boy, whose arse was now scarlet and inflamed. A long cry tore from Angel’s throat, and his body folded over Kael’s lap as if he were melting. Immediately Kael slowed the spanking and stopped, panting with exertion.
Angel slid down to the polished wood floor and wrapped his arms around Kael’s ankles, kissing his feet. Smiling, Kael watched him and then took a tissue to wipe Angel’s cum off his leg, where it dripped hotly. “Come on, sweet boy, into bed with you.”
With Angel snuggled in his arms, Kael hit the button on the console and blackness descended. “I’m so tired, Daddy,” Angel said against his chest, lips nuzzling, searching for Kael’s nipple. Kael didn’t question it anymore. His boy took comfort from sucking his tits before going to sleep, and Kael was happy to let him.
“Good night, Daddy’s boy,” he whispered.
Chapter Eleven
The river Mersey swept past, dark and cold, as they drove along the A56 toward the Albert Dock. Daddy had hardly said a word all the way to Liverpool. He had answered Angel’s questions but offered no conversation. The car was a place they always chatted, and Angel loved the times they spent alone together talking. That was when his problems came out and he asked Daddy for advice. But today Daddy was distant, and he looked worried.
“Sir, how come we left Dorneywood early? There could have been another attempt on Mr. Romodanovsky’s life.”
Looking directly ahead, Daddy said, “I assessed the threat and found it negligible after the first attempt. Anyway Thornton needed a chance to lead a team.”
“She’s really good at her job, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she’s good. She has courage, and she’s intelligent, just like you.”
No one in Angel’s life had ever praised him or told him he was clever and handsome the way Daddy always did. “Didn’t that maid try to do something to him? When she came out of the room, she looked really roughed up and scared. Ellis said he thought she’d made an attempt on Mr. Romodanovsky’s life and you intercepted it. Was she a spy?”
“That’s not exactly what happened, but I can’t talk about it.”
When Daddy said he couldn’t or wouldn’t talk about something, Angel dropped the subject. There were parts of Daddy’s job he knew nothing about, but Daddy had something on his mind right now and Angel wished he could get him to share it.
“Is something wrong? Why does Sharon need to see you?”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll sort it out. Phone her and tell her we’ll be there in five minutes.”
The minute they stepped out of the elevator, Sharon was at the door. That she was upset was obvious. Usually Angel grabbed her first for a hug and Daddy always let him, but this time she went straight for Daddy and wrapped her arms around him. “Can we go right away, Kael?”
“Let’s get inside first, Mum,” he said.
“Hello, Angel luv.” She placed a hand on his cheek, but her eyes were on Daddy.
“Sorry, Kael. Do you want a cup of tea first? You drove all that way. I’m just so worried. Anything can happen in those places, especially with those sorts of charges.”
So that’s what that old geezer has been arrested for. Everyone knows child molesters get beat up in jail
. Walking over to the window to give them space, Angel watched. Something was really upsetting Sharon.
“No, I don’t want anything. Just tell me where he is.”
“They’ve got him in Walton Jail on remand. They call it Liverpool Prison now. It’s on Hornby Road, about an hour away by bus. You don’t need a visiting order when they’re on remand.”
“You’ve been to visit him?” Daddy asked.
“Yes. I told him you were coming. He was so relieved. You don’t need to give them any money, just sign a surety, but you have to prove you’ve got it. Let’s get going.”
“You’re staying here,” Daddy said. “I’ll go on my own.”
“No, Kael. I want to come,” Sharon said. “I told him I’d come. You will bail him out, won’t you?”
“I’m going to talk to him and see what’s going on.”
“Well, I’m coming too. I’ll get my coat.”
Taking her gently by the upper arms, Daddy said firmly, “Mum, I’m going on my own. I want to talk to him in private. You’ll stay here.” Angel watched Sharon’s face until he saw acceptance sweep over it.
“All right, luv. He can stay with me until this is sorted out.”
Daddy kissed her on the forehead and left.
“Sharon, should I make you a cup of tea?” Angel wanted to do something useful.
When Sharon opened her arms to him, a surge of happiness rushed through him. “Come here, luv. I haven’t given you a hug yet. I’m just so worried about Shawn.”
While Sharon enveloped him in her arms, Angel remained still, letting her hug him tight. “I love you, Sharon.”
“And I love you. Now let’s have that cup of tea. We’ll make it together.”
Sharon remained quiet while she put the chocolate Digestives on a plate and got the milk from the fridge. When the tea was ready, Angel carried the tray into the living room.
He dipped his chocolate Digestive into his hot tea and bit it quickly before it fell apart. “I never drank tea in my life before coming here.” They sat in the living room with the TV on while they chatted. “Sharon, has Shawn been to jail before?”
“Loads of times,” she answered, shaking her head.
“Has Daddy ever bailed him out before?”
“No. I wouldn’t have asked him this time either, but you know, with the charge being what it was.”
Quietly he asked, “What are they saying he did? Daddy didn’t tell me anything. He was really quiet on the way here.”
Sharon put her mug on the coffee table. The tightness about her mouth told him she was worried and probably hadn’t slept much. “I think he’s as upset as I am over this. He was really fond of Shawn when he was a kid.”
“Because he lived with you, right?”
“For about nine months. Then he left, and I only ever saw him on and off after that. He was off to prison for different things, you know.”
“And now you’re dating him again?”
“Yeah. Anyway some teenager said Shawn molested him, and that’s why I was so worried. They don’t like fellas in jail who do things like that.”
“I knew it!” Everything fell into place. “Oh God, no wonder Daddy was so upset. I told him guys like that always do it again and he wouldn’t believe it, but it’s true. I saw it on
America’s Most Wanted
.”
“No, Shawn didn’t do anything. He’s a thief, but he’s not a pedo.” Realization dawned slowly in Sharon’s face. “Hang on. What do you mean, do it again? Angel! What did Kael tell you?”
She doesn’t know! What have I done?
A combination of panic and shock took over Sharon’s face. Putting down his mug, Angel moved closer to her on the couch. “I thought you knew.”
“Knew what? Angel, tell me.”
Swallowing hard, he knew there was no way out of this now. “He didn’t tell me exactly. I read it in his diary.”
Incredulous, Sharon looked at him. “Kael writes a diary? Why? He’s never done anything like that before. Did Shawn do something to Kael when he was a kid?” When Angel didn’t answer, she said, “He did, didn’t he? That’s why Kael knew it was a boy. When I told him on the phone, he asked right away how old the boy was. He knew it was a boy.”
“Sharon, I’m so sorry. I thought you knew.” Angel was on the verge of tears.
“Do you think I’d go out with that bastard again if I knew he’d touched my son, or any kid for that matter?” Sharon gaped at him.
“No, I guess not, now I think of it. I’m sorry. Holy dumb idiot. I’ve screwed up so badly. Daddy’s going to kill me.”
* * * *
The look of relief on Shawn’s face when he spotted Kael walking into the visiting room made the pleasure of telling him he had no intention of bailing him out even greater. The cut over his eye and the swollen cheek proved someone else wasn’t happy with him either.
“Thanks for coming, Kael. Your mum said you’d come. You took your time, though. I’ve been here since Wednesday.”
Looking around the brightly lit, utilitarian room with its plain tables and chairs all screwed to the floor, Kael said, “Unlike you, some of us have to work.”
“Don’t be like that, mate.”
Shawn sat on one side of a table. The visitors were expected to sit opposite, which was fine with Kael. He wanted no physical contact with this man ever again. Maneuvering his long, lean body onto the uncomfortable plastic chair, he said, “You did it. Didn’t you?”
“Look, Kael, he wanted it just like you wanted it.” He reached a hand across the table as if he expected Kael to take it.
Leaning back in his seat to avoid contact, Kael said, “But this kid obviously didn’t want you fucking him, because he told the police. How old was he?”
“Fourteen and I never fucked him. It never got that far.”
“How far did it go?”
Belligerent, playing the victim as always, Shawn said, “What difference does it make? I touched him a bit, that’s all. He led me on. I’m not going down for this. It’s his word against mine.”
“You are going down. You’re going to plead guilty so that boy doesn’t have to go to court,” Kael said.
“Not a chance.” Shawn crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are you acting all fucked-up about this? You were happy at the time. You said you loved me. What about that day in London?”
What a fool he was. With all his experience of the world and the depths to which people would sink, he had still believed until just last week that he was the only boy Shawn had been interested in. “How many others were there over the years?”
Shawn shrugged as if it was nothing. “There was a few.”
“And is that your age of preference, fourteen?”
“Yes. I’m dying for a smoke.” Shawn looked away across the crowded visiting room. “Just make the bail application for me. It’s seventy-two hours to get before a judge.”
This was the moment, and Kael savored it. He paused, looking at Shawn as if the man were a stranger. “I’m not getting you out, Shawn. I’m not signing for anything. And you’re going to plead guilty, or I will go to the police and tell them what you did to me. You’ll go down for a hell of a lot longer with two of us testifying against you.”
Rising suddenly to his feet, Shawn shouted, “You frigging wanker!”
Two guards moved quickly over to the table. “Sit down or your visit’s over.”