Laird's Choice by Remmy Duchene (always you kirsty moseley .txt) 📗

Please… all I ask is for a second chance."

Race gripped his hand, pulling it away from his

tender rod. He licked his lips and Laird groaned. "This is so strange."

"What?"

"You asking me for a second chance. I always imagined me asking you for that."

"It doesn't matter who's asking. All that matters is your answer."

Race leaned in, taking Laird's lips. Laird groaned, leaning heavily into the kitchen counter and holding onto Race for dear life. When the cowboy lifted his mouth, Laird whimpered.

"My answer," Race whispered, "is always yes. I don't know how I came to deserve you but I just want to keep on doing it."

Laird couldn't control himself. He launched himself into Race's arms, wrapping his arms around Race's neck.

He pressed his face into Race's neck and inhaled deeply. "I promise to work every day to be the man you deserve."

"That's funny—I feel the same way."

When Race's arms tightened around him, Laird

suddenly felt more alive than he'd been in the past three months.

Chapter Nine

The rain thundered against the roof of Laird's house and Race couldn't wrap his mind around the strangeness.

He'd never been to Laird's before. Laird was working away on some offers on a few properties he'd fallen behind on so Race decided to tour the house. He was making his way into the large kitchen when the doorbell rang. Shrugging, he turned for it. Yanking it open, a large, dark-skinned, Indian male breezed by him followed closely by Jamal Kendricks and another man.

"Erm—hi." Race closed the door and turned to look at them.

"You must be Race McKade." The Indian male extended a wet hand. "I'm Rajan, Laird's brother. This is Savaro, the ugly one, and Jamal, his husband."

"That's what he thinks," Savaro said.

Race nodded and shook each of their hands. "A pleasure. Laird is in the den. He's trying to get some last minute work done."

"That boy works too damn much," Jamal muttered.

"I'm gonna find something to change into."

He left the group and climbed the stairs. "Wait for me!" Savaro called. "Excuse me."

Race was left standing there in silence with Rajan.

"You should probably change too," Race motioned to the wet clothes.

"You're right."

"Where's X?"

"He's on a grab right now—sorry, he and the CT

went on a bust. Not sure when they'll be back. Excuse me a second. The last thing I need is to catch a cold."

Race nodded.

"You don't need to be nervous," Rajan explained.

"You can tell, huh?" Race chuckled softly. "Before, I wouldn't care what my boyfriend's family thought of me or our relationship. But with Laird…"

"It's called maturity. Sometimes we meet someone who means so much to us that our old bad habits just vanish. It was the same thing I went through with Xavier.

Don't fight it and don't be too scared to be yourself that you lose all the fun part of falling in love."

A smile danced across Race's lips and he hung his head. The truth was there was no falling in love with Laird.

He was way past that—he'd fallen head over heels already and he hadn't even seen it coming.

"Have you told him yet?" Rajan questioned.

"Told who what?"

"Told Laird you love him."

"And you know I love him how?"

"Nothing you said," Rajan answered. "You have this look in your eyes, Race. It's the same look Xavier gets as he looks at me when he thinks I'm not looking. The way you just blushed when I asked—the simple truth of this whole thing is, love is love, Race. Just tell him."

"And if he's not in this for love."

"Then you don't know him as well as you think."

Rajan shrugged.

Race nodded and watched Rajan climb the stairs

before hurrying into the den. He hopped on the side of Laird's desk and reached across to kiss his lover's nose.

"Your brothers are here."

"What?" Laird looked around then gasped. "Damn, I lost track of time. Where are they?"

"Well, they all muttered something about

changing—do they leave clothes here?"

Laird shrugged before wrapping his arms around

Race's neck. "Nah. Most of my clothes can pretty much fit them. If one can't find anything they'll just walk around in a towel."

"They all look different than you."

Laird pushed his papers away and smiled. He

caressed Race's thigh, inching his hand closer and closer to the front of his lover's pants. He watched that special area grow under his impending touch. "Yes. Rajan, Savaro and I aren't blood but we are brothers. We met as children, became close, and then our father adopted us." He sighed, trailing a finger over the now hard bulge. "Actually he wanted Savaro. But Sav being Sav wouldn't go unless he took all of us."

"Wow… That's love."

"Yes…"

"I miss that."

"You'll get it back, Race. With my brothers, once you prove that you're good for me, they will love you just as much."

Hearing that caused Race's breath to catch in his throat. He wasn't sure they would ever think he was good enough, especially after hearing he was an ex-con.

Laird must have seen the worry in his eyes because the real estate agent squeezed Race's cock. "Turn around would you?"

"I know you're freaky, baby, but your brothers and Jamal are here. Don't start nothin' you can't finish in the next minute." But even as he said that, Race turned to rest his legs astride Laird on the arms of his office chair.

Laird laughed. "Just shut up and gimme your lips."

With a moan, Race leaned in and kissed Laird. He

pressed his eyes closed, inhaled deeply, and allowed himself to fall into the kiss. The taste of it left him breathless and disappointed when Laird pulled back.

"You're right," Laird whispered. "We should stop until later."

" Now you agree with me?"

"I know, I'm sorry. I thought I could just settle for just a little bit."

"You do know I'm going to find some way to pay you back, right?"

Laird laughed softly causing Race to lean in for

Laird's mouth again. Footsteps in the hall and at the doorway pulled them apart, and Race glanced over his shoulder. Savaro stood there dressed in a pair of jeans and a white