“I’ll give you every day of my life until I die, I promise.”
He takes another step closer.
“Say it again,” he mumbles through his tears. “Promise me.”
“Colin Shelby, I promise. I promise you everything you want and everything you need,” I say, staring into his eyes. “I’m yours if you want me.”
He wipes the tear from his cheek before he takes the final step, and he’s close enough to press my face against him. I let out a sigh of relief as he touches my head.
“Of course I want you, Declan. Every person in the world could be in this room, and I’d still pick you.”
I squeeze my arms around his legs as I let my tears of relief soak his black trousers.
“Declan, for Christ’s sake, please stand up and kiss me.”
I nearly burst up to my feet, grabbing his face and bringing his lips to mine. He clutches my shirt as my mouth devours his. I’m moaning into our kiss, and he lets out a whimper when I tug his bottom lip between my teeth.
“Declan,” he gasps as I continue kissing him hungrily.
“What?” I grunt.
“You’re wearing a kilt,” he says plainly.
I pause, glancing down at my tartan and back up at his face. “Aye, for your wedding, remember?”
He bites his bottom lip, glancing down at it again, then lettinghis eyes rake their way up my body. “I’ve just…never seen you in a kilt before.”
My brows shoot upward as I notice the effect it has on him. Grabbing him by the ass, I tug him against me, grinding myself against him. “Shakespeare, are you thinking of all the dirty things you’d like to do to me in this kilt?”
“So what if I am?” he replies with an adorable smile through the fresh tears.
“Noted.” Then I dive back in, desperate for his mouth, and I kiss the smile right off it.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Declan
It’s been seven years since I’ve had Colin Shelby in my bed. I intend to never let that much time go by again.
He tastes divine, and his lips are pillowy, soft, and warm. His body is exactly how I remember it. Eager, pliant, responsive. It’s like we were made for this. Made for fucking and finding life’s greatest pleasure in each other.
I groan into his mouth as he grinds his hips against me, and I feel the stiff cock straining behind his trousers. And as much as I’d like to prolong this, I’ve waited far too long for this moment, and I need him now.
Hooking my hands around the backs of Colin’s thighs, I hoist him off the floor and carry him the few steps toward the bed, dropping him on the mattress with a bounce.
As he reaches for me, I grab the hem of his white cotton T-shirt and tug it over his head. Then, my fingers move toward the button of his trousers.
Meanwhile, his fingers are trailing up my thighs, seeking out my hard shaft, and when he finds it, he wraps his hand around it with a wicked grin. Pushing my hands away from his pants, he sits up and lifts the hem of my kilt.
“You really don’t wear anything underneath,” he says with a gasp.
“Not customarily,” I reply as I stroke my fingers through his hair.
As he licks his lips with his gaze focused on my cock, I predict his next move with accuracy. Diving forward, he lets my kilt fall over his head as he takes my cock in his mouth, nearly to the hilt.
I let out a loud growling moan as I thrust my hips toward him. He’s hidden under the tartan as he moans and bobs his head up and down. If I had known the sight of him sucking my cock under my kilt was so hot, I’d have done it a long, long time ago.
When he eventually pops his mouth off and emerges with a sloppy, wet mouth, I feel dizzy with arousal. My cock tents up my kilt, and Colin leans back and stares at it.
