Now he was being hot and annoying at the same time.
Could he get any worse?
I harumphed as I fell to a hip and put the plate on the bed.
Straightaway, I set about eating.
And he said, “Happy you’re here, Blake.”
“You fuck hard, Dair. I think I got that,” I retorted and munched into a delicious sandwich with plenty of bacon and brie in a marvelously fresh baguette.
He shot me another one of his cocky grins before his face turned serious.
“That’s not what I mean, lassie,” he whispered.
Oh God.
That was so beautiful.
And it meant the world to me.
This man brought flowers to an airport.
Before I got overly gushy (so not me), I put my sandwich on the plate, my hand to his cheek and I leaned close to him and whispered back, “I like your house. I like your car. I like your dog. And even though you’re vastly irritating, I like you too. To wit, I’m happy to be here too, Alasdair.”
With an abrupt plonk, the sandwich plate was on the nightstand. A loud crinkle, and there went the chips. Two thuds, and our drinks were set away.
And he caught me with an arm low on my hips and dragged me under him.
“Dair!” I protested. “I’m hungry.”
“They’re already cold, they can wait a few minutes longer.”
I began to offer an alternate scenario, “Or you could wait to?—”
That was as far as I got before he was kissing me.
Not long later, he was again fucking me, hard and thoroughly.
And of course, I forgot about the bacon and brie sandwiches.
Completely.
Chapter 13
Irrevocably
Dair
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“And then he ran into the street wearing nothing but his socks, shouting, ‘I forgot the ice cream!’” Davi was saying while chortling.
Blake finally allowed her humor to overtake her, tears were in her eyes, she was laughing so hard.
Dair rested back on his and Blake’s side of the booth, his arm stretched along the back of the seat behind Blake, smiling at his sister’s funny story, but not allowing himself to laugh so he could watch two of his three best girls enjoying each other’s company.
It was Tuesday night.
