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Authors: Josephine Myles
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yawning Cosmo.
“Yeah, it was magic,” Cosmo said into the phone. “Nah, I’m good. Might have problems sitting down tomorrow, though.” Cosmo chuckled at something Cerys said and stared directly into Alasdair’s eyes. “Oh yeah. I can see that. Bye, then.”
“See what?” Alasdair asked, trying to sound casual.
“Hmm? What?”
“What Cerys said to you.”
“Oh, nothing much. Just stuff.”
Alasdair raised his eyebrows, but he wasn’t going to risk coming across as needy. Combined with controlling, that really wasn’t an attractive prospect and he wouldn’t have blamed Cosmo for running in the opposite direction as fast as his feet would take him.
Mind you, right now there was no chance of him running anywhere. Cosmo snuggled under Alasdair’s arm, and he had to pretty much drag the lad upstairs. If he’d known orgasms sent Cosmo to sleep so quickly, he’d have planned the night a little differently—not let him come until they’d reached the upper floor. Or made sure there was a blanket or two downstairs. Just went to show, you could plan a simple scene down to the last detail and still miss something. Perhaps that was what made it so exciting, such a challenge. Learning Cosmo’s responses and teasing out every last little kink was going to be a great project. Shame he already had so much on his plate with the hotel deal.
Still, they had the weekends. Alasdair would just have to make the most of every scrap of time he could spare. Cosmo might be a work-shy scrounger, but he’d be worth taming. That much was obvious already.
Cosmo woke the next morning between silky smooth sheets, a heavy leg and arm pinning him down against the most comfortable mattress ever. Rain pattered outside to break the almost unearthly silence, but there were none of the normal traffic sounds he usually woke up to. It took a couple of seconds for awareness to filter through, and he realized why his body felt so sore, aching and contented. Alasdair.
Cosmo turned to look at him in the soft light that filtered around the edges of the curtains. In sleep, Alasdair’s face looked younger, unguarded, though he could see both the laugh lines etched around his eyes and the frown furrows in his brow. It was hard to recall just what had been so scary about him yesterday. Cosmo reached out to touch a stubbled cheek, before running his hand on down, over the broad shoulder. The strength in those arms. He yearned to feel their power beating a rhythm into his skin almost as much as he longed to have them wrapped around him. Cosmo traced the lines of Alasdair’s carp tattoo, admiring the way the artist had shaped the fins.
“Hey, I thought maybe I’d dreamed you,” a deep voice rumbled.
Cosmo looked up to find Alasdair’s eyes open and fixed on him, a sleepy smile lighting up his whole face.
“Good dream, I hope?”
“The best.”
A heavy erection nudged against Cosmo’s hip, and he took the hint, burrowing down under the covers to give Alasdair a proper wake up call, wanking himself to completion as he sucked down his morning load.
“D’you mind if I smoke in here?” Cosmo asked, taking out his baccy and looking around the enormous kitchen. The place was decked out in tasteful wood and muted colours, with one of those huge, enamelled range stoves you could probably cook a whole pig in at once. It felt like he’d wandered into the pages of a magazine—one of those snooty ones for rich people who wanted to pretend they lived out in the countryside, even when they were townies through and through.
Alasdair looked up from the fridge, another enamelled jobbie that was way bigger than one man needed. “Not in the house. Back door’s just there.”
“But it’s raining.”
“Tough.”
The back door wasn’t exactly “just there”—first Cosmo had to find his way through a utility room, then into a porch larger than his whole bloody bedroom. Blimey. Part of him was envious, but how lonely would
“Yeah, it was magic,” Cosmo said into the phone. “Nah, I’m good. Might have problems sitting down tomorrow, though.” Cosmo chuckled at something Cerys said and stared directly into Alasdair’s eyes. “Oh yeah. I can see that. Bye, then.”
“See what?” Alasdair asked, trying to sound casual.
“Hmm? What?”
“What Cerys said to you.”
“Oh, nothing much. Just stuff.”
Alasdair raised his eyebrows, but he wasn’t going to risk coming across as needy. Combined with controlling, that really wasn’t an attractive prospect and he wouldn’t have blamed Cosmo for running in the opposite direction as fast as his feet would take him.
Mind you, right now there was no chance of him running anywhere. Cosmo snuggled under Alasdair’s arm, and he had to pretty much drag the lad upstairs. If he’d known orgasms sent Cosmo to sleep so quickly, he’d have planned the night a little differently—not let him come until they’d reached the upper floor. Or made sure there was a blanket or two downstairs. Just went to show, you could plan a simple scene down to the last detail and still miss something. Perhaps that was what made it so exciting, such a challenge. Learning Cosmo’s responses and teasing out every last little kink was going to be a great project. Shame he already had so much on his plate with the hotel deal.
Still, they had the weekends. Alasdair would just have to make the most of every scrap of time he could spare. Cosmo might be a work-shy scrounger, but he’d be worth taming. That much was obvious already.
Cosmo woke the next morning between silky smooth sheets, a heavy leg and arm pinning him down against the most comfortable mattress ever. Rain pattered outside to break the almost unearthly silence, but there were none of the normal traffic sounds he usually woke up to. It took a couple of seconds for awareness to filter through, and he realized why his body felt so sore, aching and contented. Alasdair.
Cosmo turned to look at him in the soft light that filtered around the edges of the curtains. In sleep, Alasdair’s face looked younger, unguarded, though he could see both the laugh lines etched around his eyes and the frown furrows in his brow. It was hard to recall just what had been so scary about him yesterday. Cosmo reached out to touch a stubbled cheek, before running his hand on down, over the broad shoulder. The strength in those arms. He yearned to feel their power beating a rhythm into his skin almost as much as he longed to have them wrapped around him. Cosmo traced the lines of Alasdair’s carp tattoo, admiring the way the artist had shaped the fins.
“Hey, I thought maybe I’d dreamed you,” a deep voice rumbled.
Cosmo looked up to find Alasdair’s eyes open and fixed on him, a sleepy smile lighting up his whole face.
“Good dream, I hope?”
“The best.”
A heavy erection nudged against Cosmo’s hip, and he took the hint, burrowing down under the covers to give Alasdair a proper wake up call, wanking himself to completion as he sucked down his morning load.
“D’you mind if I smoke in here?” Cosmo asked, taking out his baccy and looking around the enormous kitchen. The place was decked out in tasteful wood and muted colours, with one of those huge, enamelled range stoves you could probably cook a whole pig in at once. It felt like he’d wandered into the pages of a magazine—one of those snooty ones for rich people who wanted to pretend they lived out in the countryside, even when they were townies through and through.
Alasdair looked up from the fridge, another enamelled jobbie that was way bigger than one man needed. “Not in the house. Back door’s just there.”
“But it’s raining.”
“Tough.”
The back door wasn’t exactly “just there”—first Cosmo had to find his way through a utility room, then into a porch larger than his whole bloody bedroom. Blimey. Part of him was envious, but how lonely would
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