Early the next evening, Kemp
took Seth on the grand tour of the manor house and its grounds. By the time
they’d finished Seth was visibly impressed.
“You grew up here. Whew. Do
you know how to ride?” They were standing outside the stables when Seth asked
that.
Kemp admitted somewhat
sheepishly that he didn’t. “Horses scared me when I was little, and I left here
when I was eighteen, still not trusting it was safe to get up on one. Now if
you want to see someone who can ride it would be Leif. But then when he was a
kid that’s all they had.”
“I can teach you someday,”
Seth said. “If you want that is.”
“Why am I not surprised you
know how.”
Seth laughed. “Because you
know how old I am?”
Kemp grinned wickedly. “Old
enough that you probably know hay has more uses than just feeding the horses.”
He took Seth’s hand, leading him around the stable to the stairs leading up to
the hayloft.
“Planning on having your
wicked way with me?”
“Several times if I can,”
Kemp growled huskily, pressing Seth against the rough stone wall, intent on
kissing him until his knees buckled.
“Gentlemen.” A tall young
vampyre came around the corner. “The Master requests that you join him and his
wife for dinner.”
“Fathers—they sure know how
to spoil someone’s fun.” Kemp’s growl was louder now, and frustrated.
The vampyre stood there,
arms crossed as he waited.
“Guess we either ask him to
join us,” Seth said, smirking at the vampyre, “or go in to dinner.”
“I would highly suggest you
choose the latter,” the vampyre said firmly. “Master Rian does not like to be
kept waiting.”
“He never did,” Kemp
grumbled as he wrapped his arm around Seth’s waist.
Seth laughed. “He’s a parent.
They expect immediate obedience or else. At least mine did. So, we’ll continue
this later.”
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