“Yes, Queen,” Declan says, sarcasm lacing his voice.
“What now?” Cillian asks, and I turn to Lorcán.
“I’d like to take you out on a date, if you’re interested.”
He smiles, his pretty blue eyes shining as he nods his head.
“You’ve been gone for days and he gets a date?” Finn complains.
I stand up and grab his chin. “Be a good boy, and I’ll give you attention when I get home.”
I kiss him, and the confusion on his face is comical. It’s like he’s trying to piece together when he became so needy. I place a kiss on the top of Declan and Cillian’s heads as I grab Lorcán’s hand, and we head to the garage.
“Which one is yours?” I ask, and he points to a large black SUV.
He opens my door for me, and I climb in. I go to buckle my seat belt, but he takes care of it for me and places a kiss on my temple.
“Where to?”
“The West Wind,” I tell him, and he looks at me curiously.
It’s been a while. Maybe he doesn’t remember, but I do.
Lorcán keeps a hand on my thigh the entire time he drives, and I’ve never felt like a bigger Omega passenger princess in my life; I love it.
He doesn’t comment on how the throw back movie playing tonight isThe Bodyguard.He just buys our tickets and snacks and turns the radio station to the one necessary to hear the movie.
“Do you remember coming here with me when I went on that date with that guy from my surgical technology class? I told my dad he was gay when he clearly wasn’t, so I could go on the date?”
“I wanted to strangle him the whole time,” Lorcán confesses while squeezing my thigh.
It’s late at night, and there aren’t many vehicles here to see a movie that’s been out for what feels like forever.
“I wished it was you. Wished that you showed an interest in me and didn’t care what my dad thought.”
He groans, resting his head against the headrest and looking over at me.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about how different everything would have been if I did just that?”
“Why didn’t you?”
He licks his lips and really looks at me. “I spent years never fitting in, never really feeling wanted by my father. I just fucked up his life. Your pápa was the first man who ever really made me feel like a son. He said you weren’t ready, and so I just watched. Loving you, wanting you, protecting you from afar. It was hard, but it was easy at the same time. I knew you were worth waiting for.”
I reach out and touch his face, and he sighs as soon as my skin meets his.
“You love me?”
“More than anything.”
Fuck it.
I climb out of my seat, and Lorcán slides the driver’s seat back to accommodate me on his lap.
I grip the sides of his neck and crash my lips to his. He grabs my ass, pulling me against his hard body when our lips part.
“I love you, too.”
When he kisses me back, it’s like he’s parched, and I’m his last glass of water. Every swipe of his tongue and press of his lips feels urgent and necessary. It’s how I always wanted to be loved.
