An explosion of the most amazing feeling bloomed in my chest. “You’re not?” My mouth asks without my brain’s permission.
“Nae. I’m nae giving ye up. Until ye tell me to go fuck myself, ye’re stuck with me. Yer an amazing boy, Tavish. Beautiful and sensual. An exceptional lover. I’m proud to be with ye. Ye make me happy all on yer own, but ye also keep Simon alive for me in some small way, and I appreciate that so much.”
“I do?”
“Aye, lilla du, ye do. Yer antics would have delighted him. He was more Daddy than Dom where I’m more Dom than Daddy. Ye would’ve been the perfect fit between two enormous Scottish Highlanders. So, there are times when ye do or say something and it’s like I can see him right with us. Nae between us, but alongside us with our boy between us, where ye belong.”
“That sounds nice,” I whisper. “And hot.”
“Before you have my cock forgetting I safe worded, I’ll admit I have to agree. It does sound hot. I’m nae ashamed to say it’s been a regular visitor to my dreams.”
I chuckle. His admission lightening the mood and lifting my spirits even more.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DRAVEN
Happiness spins through my soul,stirring up emotions at that small giggle. I plant a kiss on his forehead. The reprieve gives us both a chance to settle against one another and just be. I need to talk with him about where things went wrong, but first I want to hold him against me.
Settling back against the headboard, I slide down a bit so we’re less upright and Tavish follows me down. He snuggles against me. The curly mop o' his hair tangles with my beard and the sigh he exhales is so deep and big it feels too much for his size, but as his weight against me slackens, I cannae help but heave a breath myself.
I’ve nae idea how long we lay together, but it feels like a second and an infinity all at once. Everything this boy makes me feel is a conundrum. Light and dark. Soft and hard. How it makes both ends o' the spectrum possible, nae matter the subject, is unreal. It’s like he’s wrapped the spectrum o’ emotion and experiences around us so we feel everything possible all at once.
His fingers dance over the tattoos on my bare chest. He traces the designs innocently enough, but the spark o' mischievousness in him takes over and soon he’s swirling hisfinger around my nipple. The flesh hardens under his touch, as does the flesh he’s sitting astride.
His face pops up from my shoulder and the evil little grin he gets is twitching across his mouth. I pull his finger from my nipple, nipping at it in admonishment.
He chuckles and uses the opportunity to trace my lips. The boy’s libido is off the charts normally, but not getting the fuck he wanted earlier has him more spun up than usual.
“We need to talk, lilla du.”
Sitting up on my lap, he draws his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing it. He maintains eye contact for a moment, then tucks his chin to hide his face from my gaze. I tilt his face up, forcing him to look at me, and he sighs.
Sitting up, I rest upright against the headboard, pulling him with me, making sure he’s comfortable before I say, “Tavish, I need to ken what happened. Tell me? Please.”
Shaking his head, he chews his lip more. I realize he’s nae gonna tell me, but I hope he’ll answer some questions.
“Did ye like anything we were doing?”
A nod.
“Good. I’m glad. Did I hurt ye?”
The look on his face twists, and he shakes his head no. Then, much to my surprise, he says, “It was okay until you twisted my nipples when I didn’t answer you.”
“What was different this time?”
More lip chewing. Hoping if I wait him out, he’ll talk, I sit patiently.
“You said you were going to jerk off without me.”
I’m still nae understanding how he ended up in the disastrous crying mess he was in moments ago.
“I’m still confused, lad.”
He huffs, throwing his arms in the air in exasperation and he says loudly. “You said you were going to jerk off. You left me in the bed and then you called red.”
His arms fold together over his chest and his face turns pouty.
