He's rambling.
It’s adorable to see this man with tattoos covering his hands, arms, and chest nervous with the guarantee of an orgasm ahead.
"Like what?" I ask because maybe he needs to get this out of his head so he can enjoy himself.
"Oh, umm." He turns to me and runs his hand along the banister. "Like this railing isn't original to the house. There wasn't one when it was built and after two lairds died falling off the ledge the third one decided to build a railing."
"So you come from a line of clumsy dummies?"
His laugh claps against the stone walls. "Something like that."
We reach a door at the end of the hall and he opens it. But he closes it just as quickly and turns to me holding the knob in his hand behind his back. "You're the first boy I'm bringing home."
"Ever?"
"Here."
"But you've been with boys before?"
"Yes, Duncan. I've been with men."
"Well, I've been with women and men." I taunt.
"It isn't a competition." He replies.
"We'll see. Now, open that door and get naked. We've got a one-night-stand to conquer."
Chapter ten
Rhys
Eyes Open Rhys
Mybedroomlookslikeit always has. A large four poster bed with curtains, a small sofa by the window, an armoire flanked by two chairs, a large freestanding mirror, and a fireplace. Along the wall behind Duncan, a few of my instruments lie in wait, collecting dust.
Now isn't the time to be thinking about the music I’m not writing. Duncan is in my room, and he wants to have sex with me. And I want to have sex with him. I'm just not sure how it's going to end.
I don't feel right driving him home at two in the morning. That feels like I just used him for his body. Nor do I feel right about him joining my family and I for breakfast. Could he ask Delilah to come and get him? Or does that make me look even worse?
Zara told the media outlets I would be hunkered down at home and they're not allowed on the property without an invite. That didn’t stop some of the more tenacious paparazzi from sitting outside the gate when I arrived. Taking Clyde out yesterday wasn’t just for the fresh air and exercise. It allowed me to sneak away from them and head towards the village through the woods. When I returned home they were gone. Either some other celebrity crisis called them away or they decided I wasn't worth the trouble to camp out for.
Either way, I'm glad.
"Listen," Duncan says, interrupting my thoughts and the silence we’ve been stuck in for too long. I turn to him and he has his hands in his pockets and shrugs through his next words. "If you're not into it I understand."
His offer halts me. Am I into it? I mean, yes, biologically I am into it. My cock has been half hard since studying his lips on his glass at Bonn na Craic. That kiss downstairs scrambled every coherent thought in my head. But my brain has kicked up in the last few minutes and it’s screaming at me now to take the out he’s offering.
"I don't know what's wrong with me." His head tilts to the side like he’s searching for my flaws for me. "I mean, look at you. You're undeniably attractive."
"Aye, Charming." Duncan says, leaning into his accent. "But, look at you."
He steps up behind me and turns my shoulders towards the large mirror. His hands run around my waist and up my chest and my muscles flex like the tension will help me absorb more of his touch.
My eyes flutter closed and the second they do Duncan whispers behind my ear. "Eyes open Rhys."
They fly open and I meet his gaze in the mirror. His hands start to unsnap the buttons on my chambray shirt and my breathing picks up. My head spins as he reaches the button at the bottom, his strong, capable fingers are mere inches from my cock.
"Okay?" He asks quietly.
