I wipe my hands on my napkin and then reach over to pull him against my shoulder. He settles with a heavy sigh, his beard scratching my skin when he kisses the crook of my neck. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I wish things could be different.” It’s not fair that he has to choose between me and his family. He’s given enough already.
Lyall doesn’t reply, but he takes my hand and laces our fingers together.
“If we’re going to leave together, we need a plan,” I say, feeling Lyall nod his agreement. “We’ve got to decide where we’re going, and moving out will take a while. I’ve got to give my manager my two weeks’ notice. Say goodbye to Frank and Tom. And Fergus…” My throat thickens, making it hard to swallow. “Fergus will be gutted.”
Lyall squeezes my hand, offering his support. “Will he try to stop you?”
I snort. “No. He’ll be a mother hen about it, for sure. Don’t worry. I’ll tell him how happy you make me and he’ll come around. That’s all he really wants, for me to be happy.”
Lyall tilts his head to look at me, one corner of his mouth hooking up. “I make you happy, hmm?”
I pout at him. “Shit. I must not be a good boyfriend if you don’t know how happy I am when I’m with you.”
Lyall shrugs. “There are… certain areas where you could improve, aye.” His teasing tone has me fighting back a smile.
Hunger for more than food stirs in my stomach as I lean into his space for a quick but hard kiss. “Yeah?” I nip his bottom lip. “Tell me and I’ll be better for you.”
Lyall’s breath hitches, his eyes darkening. “For starters… I believe you said you would make me scream your name. Did it sound at all like I screamed to you?”
Fuck, this man drives me crazy.
“You wanna scream, sweetheart? You’ll be hoarse by the time I’m done with you.”
Our food is forgotten as I set the containers on the nightstand. I tug Lyall into a hard kiss, my tongue demanding entrance. He lets me in, whimpering when I reach between us and grab our cocks. It only takes a few strokes before we’re both hard and grinding against each other.
It’s only been a little over two hours since we made love, and I still haven’t had my fill of him. I need to hear more of those desperate sounds he makes when he’s lost in pleasure, need to lose myself in the heat and tight grip of his body.
I just needhim.
If our plans fail and I lose him… Fuck, it hurts just thinking about it. I shove my fears down and focus on kissing the man in my arms, making him feel good.
“Turn around and grab that headboard, sweetheart,” I order.
Lyall obeys, gripping the wood so hard it creaks. He slides his hips back, presenting his amazing ass, round and muscular and perfect. Opening the lube, I slick my fingers and my cock. “Does this hurt?” I ask when I slip a finger inside, swirling it around.
Lyall’s back arches, and he groans. “Nothing’s ever hurt less,” he assures me, rolling his hips back to ride my finger. “I’m ulfhednar. We heal fast, and we have plenty of stamina to spare.” He throws me a cocky grin over his shoulder, biting his lip when I crook my finger against his prostate. “Now, stop holding back. Take me hard, love. Make the whole building know how good you make me feel.”
Fuck, if that doesn’t get me moving, nothing else will.
Grabbing his hips, I pull him down onto me. As his walls grip me, I squeeze his ass hard, dimpling the skin. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so damn good.” I rock my hips a few times, working him open on my cock. Lyall groans low in his throat, knuckles whitening against the headboard.
When he begins to thrust back against me, taking me in deeper and faster, I stop holding back. Plastering myself tohis back, I hold on tight to his hips and fuck him like I’ll die if I stop.
“Gods, yes!” Lyall shouts. His head falls back against my shoulder, and I kiss and nip every inch of exposed skin. Nothing has ever felt as right as this. Whether we’re out having fun or fucking our brains out, when I’m with Lyall, I know I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
That’s why I know that going away with him is the right decision. No matter how much I’ll miss my friends and family or the life I’ve made here, I’ll miss Lyall more if I let him go.
“That’s it, Soren. Gods! Don’t stop. Give me more,” Lyall demands. His cock is leaking a river between my fingers as I stroke him. He’s close, but so am I. I’m not letting myself come yet, not until I’ve made him do it first.
I nip the spot between his neck and shoulder. He gasps, cock jerking in my fist. “Do that again,” he says, and the desperate plea in his voice is one I could never ignore. I’ll give him anything he needs if it makes him feel happy and treasured.
I bite down hard enough so he feels it but not enough to break the skin.
A shudder racks Lyall’s body, and he spills all over my hand with a roar worthy of a wild beast. A few thrusts later and I’m coming as well, collapsing against his back. I grind into him, riding out my release until I’m too spent to move a muscle.
I pull out carefully, and Lyall wastes no time in turning around and taking me into his arms for a slow, tender kiss.
“What… was that?” I ask once I can speak.
