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

Race backed up, and in his haze, Laird turned,

braced his back against the railing and locked eyes with his lover. Instantly, his fingers found Race's nipples, hooking the nails of his index fingers under the bars and pulling.

Race hissed.

"Still want to come for me, baby?" Laird teased. He pulled the nipple bars.

* * * *

Race couldn't help the sound that escaped his throat.

He couldn't understand what it really sounded like, he was so far gone. His fist was tight around his slippery cock, stroking it, letting Laird hurt him in the best possible way.

He braced his free fist against Laird's nipple and pushed.

"Race…"

Backing up, he watched as Laird followed him, in

through the glass doors until he crashed into the bed. "On your knees," he demanded.

When Laird did as he asked Race inched closer to

him, penis sticking out. Without having to ask, he watched it slip between Laird's lips. The first flicker of Laird's tongue made him catch his breath. The second flicker made his knees shake. He tangled his fingers in Laird's hair, forcing his lover's mouth where he wanted it. The heavy sucking on his dick left him speechless, his mind in a beautiful daze. He'd craved that ever since he first kissed Laird. After their first session making love all he could think of was doing it again. His body surrendered fully to Laird, leaving him reckless and loving every sensation of it.

Looking down, his gaze locked with Laird's. The

sexiness in that one action took Race's breath away. He couldn't look away. His tongue pushed from his mouth as though with a mind of his own to curl and uncurl. To his wonderful surprise, Laird followed the motion with his own tongue. Race pushed to the tips of his toes then fell back on his heels. His eyes rolled into his head as he fought to stay on his feet. Before he knew it, he could no longer control his breath. His chest heaved, lungs burned and as his eyes widened, Laird released him and pulled his cock down.

Before he could stop himself, he erupted against Laird's nipple.

His body jerked over and over. With each passing

caress of the night air flowing through the window it felt as though he fell into smaller versions of the powerful orgasm that stormed through him mere seconds before. Weak, he reached for Laird, wrapped his arms around his baby and fell to the bed with his chest heaving.

"Damn," Laird managed. "That was…"

"Unplanned."

"Amazing…"

Silence.

"I love you, Laird."

* * * *

Laird blinked then pushed out of Race's arms to

brace on his elbow. He looked down into Race's face but his eyes were closed.

"What did you just say?" Laird questioned.

"I said I love you."

"Don't play with me, Race. I can't stand the joke. Or at least wait until I'm not still groggy."

"Groggy? Is that what me fucking you causes?

Grogginess?"

"You know what I mean." Laird climbed off the bed and walked from the room.

"No, Laird. I don't know what you…" Race trailed off. "Wow, I feel like I just told you I wanted to elope and have two point five children."

Laird turned on the water, cupped his hands under it before shaking them. He pressed his cold palms to his face a couple of time before raking his wet fingers through his hair. Turning the water off, he reached for a clean towel and walked back into the bedroom. He stood by the bed, looking down at Race who was now lying on the pillows with his arms folded behind his head.

"I'm moving too fast, aren't I? I tend to do that—

especially around you… shit."

Laird shook his head and smiled. "No. I just don't want you saying things to me you don't mean then have to take them back. I just—I am used to the men in my life keeping their word except the ones I sleep with."

"What does that mean?"

"It means my father and my brothers and their men keep their word." Laird stopped and pressed his lips into a thin line, thinking of the words to say next. "I just want to make it easy on you."

"Come here." Race sat up in the bed and extended a hand.

Laird took the hand and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I love you, Laird Anatolis. I will say it now and tomorrow morning when we wake up and for as long as you'll have me. I know, even with all the money I have, I have nothing to give you. I'm not educated like you or your brothers, or their men, for that matter, or your father…"

"My father will understand and he will grow to love you."

"You don't know that."

"Yes. I do know that. Don't worry about all that, Race. You're in this relationship with me, not my brothers or my father. You love me… But you know what's crazy?"

"What's that?"

Laird leaned in with a smile. "I fought for you, Race McKade. It may not seem like it but I fought like hell for you. I've never had to fight for anything ever since I was a kid. But I knew what I wanted. I knew we were meant to be and I fought my stubbornness and my anger to be with you."

"Laird?"

"I love you too…"

The End

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Remmy Duchene is a Jamaican living and working in Canada. He loves hockey, CFL, and sitting on the banks of lake Ontario.

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Also by Remmy Duchene:

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Savaro's Honey Buns

Rajan's Seduction

Laird's Choice

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Caribbean Heat

All He Wants For Christmas

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Saddle Up 'N' Ride

Available at Lulu:

Ripped Apart (with Lee Owens)

Available at Dreamspinner Press:

The Caldwell Effect

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Stocking Stuffer

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