The pool was great.
This was still a run-down shack, but at least I wasn’t in any immediate danger of freezing anymore. With the bits and pieces Lew had got for me, the scent from my candle, and my new tablecloth it almost felt like a home.
And it had Mr Pickles. I already worried about what would happen to him when I went back to Bali. He’d go back to living outside. Perhaps the people in the main house would take pity on him.
Chapter 17
Lewis
“I’ll be okay, boss.” Perla pushed me out of the brewery. “I’ve got this.”
“I know. I just wanted to check on you.”
My colleague gave me an exasperated smile.
“Go and enjoy your vacation with yourold friend.” Perla put great emphasis on the last words. She’d seen straight through me and I grinned back at her. “And I won’t forget about Noah’s cat either, I promise. Now go, you lovebirds.”
She nudged me in the ribs. I’d introduced them the other day and Perla had clocked our mutual attraction immediately.
It was impossible to hide on the other side of giving Noah multiple hot-as-fuck handjobs.
I’d held back the other day, but he had made it clear that he wanted me to get out of my head. I had a mental list of things I wanted to do. Shower together. Eat him until he begged for my cock. Fuck him and make him come again and again.
“Oh, I will,” I said and Perla’s chuckle echoed in my ears as I left the brewery.
Noah already waited for me. He said goodbye to Mr Pickles while I put his bag in my car.
We stopped in Kincardie to grab coffees and snacks for the road at Breeze & Beans, then I steered the truck onto the motorway.
It was a comfortable ride to Kirkmuir. The motorway was blissfully empty, the car was warm, and Noah had prepared a playlist for us.
After a while, I reached over the dash and took his hand in mine. He smiled ahead as he laced our fingers together.
Kirkmuir appeared in the distance like a soft exhale. The land dipped down and we got a fantastic view of the Arnadh River delta that cut deep into the city.
Noah and I shared a glance and an unspoken understanding passed between us. This short trip was possibilities—it was the first taste of a future I wanted so badly it hurt.
We parked in the hotel car park, and I carried our luggage upstairs to leave it at reception. My tiger purred when they treated Noah like a celebrity.
That’s the only way to treat my puppy.
“The tram station is across the street,” the nice Minotaur behind the counter informed us. He circled the station on a map he’d unfolded in front of us. “And it will take you straight to Gillam Park.”
“Thank you.” Noah beamed at the man. I hated it.
Stop being a jealous prick, Sinclair.
I still flung my arm around his shoulders when we strolled out of the hotel and across the busy street. Public transport in Kirkmuir was free, so we got onto the next tram. I leaned my ass against the side of the car and pulled him close. This was my chance to hold and touch him without worrying who might see us.
He took a few photos of the city and of us snuggled up in each other’s arms.
“I’m nervous,” Noah admitted as we passed the bridge and approached Kirkmuir’s trade quarter.
I tightened my hold on him.
“Why?”
“I haven’t seen Roy in ages. What if he doesn’t want me to be there?”
