Logan was all for private anything with his mate, so nodding his agreement, he asked, “Why a costume party?”
“Because it’s so much fun! Oh, but we need a theme…let’s see…merman, no, that won’t do. Oh, I know, it will be the Wild West. Perfecto! I’ll design our costumes. We are going to look fabulous! Now we have the what and the where, the only thing left is when?”
“I think it’ll have to be after we get back from Scotland.”
Grinning, Kieran said, “Well, we have two weeks with Miss L, Theo and Norman in Scotland…and Colton and Ian plan to stay at least two more weeks after that, so how about in a month and a half from today. That will give all of them time to make costumes and learn how to ballroom dance and…Oh you’ll need to help me build the props.”
“Props?” Logan wondered just what he’d gotten into with this party idea.
“Yes, props! You know like the front of a saloon or a jail house with bars…you know someplace we can take pictures.”
“Got it,” Logan said, smiling at his mate. “I’ll send a text to Jackson, and let him know what we’re planning. Anything else, because we’ve arrived and I have something else on my mind right now.”
Kieran was so busy planning the party, he hadn’t realized the car had stopped. When Logan’s words registered, Kieran squealed with delight. “No, no, nothing else! Let’s go! Chop, chop!” He scrambled off Logan’s lap and opened the car door, nearly falling out head-first in his eagerness.
“Babe, are you all right?” asked Logan as he grabbed Kieran’s arm to keep him from face-planting on the gravel driveway.
Righting himself, Kieran grinned. “Yeah, I’m fine. C’mon, what are you waiting for? You promised me it would be worth the wait. Well, I waited and now I want.”
Chuckling, Logan joined his eager mate on the driveway, taking his hand as they walked to the front door. “Okay, do you think you can make it upstairs without falling again?”
“Hey, I resent that! I didn’t fall.”
“Only because I caught you before you were eating gravel.”
“Ha! See, you even admit it! I didn’t fall!”
Laughing at his quick-witted mate, Logan knew when he’d been had. Once inside the front door, Logan threw down a challenge, “Last one upstairs has to wash me!” Dropping Kieran’s hand, Logan ran toward the staircase, taking one stride for every two of his mate’s.
Kieran’s jaw dropped, his eyes narrowing as he saw Logan get a head start. Ignoring his thoughts as to what he’d do to Logan when he won the race, Kieran took off and soon caught up to Logan on the stairs, keeping even with him until they got to the hallway, where he asked his spirit for extra speed. He pulled ahead in a flash, and was standing at the bedroom door, smirking, when Logan finally arrived. “Ahh, what was that about the last one has to wash you? Too bad it’s you, because I had all kinds of delicious ideas for us to enjoy together. But, I guess I’ll do them alone since you’ll be busy washing yourself.”
Growling, Logan grabbed his mate’s hips and pulled Kieran to him. “You cheated! Why didn’t you tell me our spirit could make me run faster?”
Giggling, Kieran said, “Because you didn’t ask! I did tell you it could do many wondrous things.”
“I think we are going to talk more about our spirit, if you catchmydrift.”
“No problemo. But now, I want…”
“I know, let’s get inside first, hmmm?”
Kieran turned around, and after opening the door to their bedroom, found romance—a table set for two in front of the fireplace with crackling logs radiating warmth, lit candles scattered about, and bouquets of pink roses filling the room with a heady aroma. Soft piano music swirled around him and on the bed two, deep pink, plush robes lay neatly folded.
Walking slowly around the bedroom, Kieran clasped his hands to his heart, overcome with the love he saw. He slowly circled the room, smelling each bouquet, fingering the soft pink table cloth, warming himself at the fire, and then ended at the bed where he lifted one of the robes, burying his face in it. Closing his eyes, he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat from the emotions filling his being; the love he saw was more than he ever imagined was possible. Turning around on his toes, he saw Logan standing in the doorway, watching him with outstretched arms. Kieran flew into them, exclaiming, “Macushla,I love you so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you. It’s just perfecto!”
In one fluid movement, Logan caught his mate and lifted him, so Kieran’s legs wrapped around his waist. “I’m glad you love it, my mate. Are you ready for my special evening?”
Nodding vigorously, Kieran was in heaven. Never could he have imagined his special evening beginning like this. Wanting more, he licked the side of Logan’s jaw and then down his neck, kissing him just above his mating scar, feeling his mate shudder. But he wasn’t finished. His tongue wandered to Logan’s earlobe where more kisses followed, and then, Kieran planted a love-bite.
Holy fuck!His mate knew all his sensitive spots. Logan’s cock was hard and straining against the zipper of his pants. Needing to slow the evening down, Logan carried his mate into the bathroom and set him on the counter before turning on the tap to fill the bathtub. Throwing in some scented bubble bath, he then concentrated on undressing his mate and, one by one, pieces fell to the floor until the only thing left was the tiny, shocking hot-pink briefs Kieran wore.
After turning the water off, Logan lifted Kieran from the counter and placed his mate in front of him. Kneeling down, he ran his tongue over the bulge in the briefs, savoring Kieran’s whimpers. Clasping his hands behind his back, Logan grabbed the tiny scrap of cloth with his teeth and began to pull it down, taking time to lick the exposed tip of Kieran’s cock that had appeared.
Oh. My. Fucking. Gods.Kieran held onto Logan’s shoulders, sure he was going to faint due to the sheer sexiness of what was happening to him. When his cock was finally free, his whimpers turned to moans, as it was sucked into his mate’s mouth where Logan’s lips firmly surrounded it, his tongue teasing the sensitive spots around the rim.
Humming around the cock filling his mouth, Logan knew he’d never get enough of Kieran’s taste, but reluctantly let his mate’s cock slide from his mouth as he once more used his teeth to remove his mate’s sexy underwear.When they finally were pooled at Kieran’s feet, Logan reached for his mate’s hips, holding him steady as Kieran kicked them free. Rising, Logan scooped Kieran up and set him in the bubble bath before stripping quickly and joining him, placing his mate between his legs.
Kieran leaned his head back, relishing the feeling of being surrounded by his mate in a rose-scented bubble bath; he played with the bubbles, making a beard of them on his face. “Macushla?”
