Pretending to startle at the sound of his voice, I turned slowly around to face him, Laurent’s gaze—just as it had the first time, much to my amusement—fastening on my cock. I slid a hand provocatively down my wet torso, and once I reached my cock, gave myself a couple of strokes. “Cormac King,” I said, “pleasedto meet you.” Losing patience with the charade when it left us in two separate places, I yanked him into the shower with me. “Let me show you how we get to know people in Ireland.”
I cut off his laugh with a kiss. Laurent’s shower wasn’t big enough for it not to be a tight squeeze, but I didn’t have any issue with that. A tight squeeze meant cocks rubbing together as we kissed. That didn’t satisfy me for long before I flipped Laurent around to face the wall and fitted my cock in the seam of his arse. My slow grind was the perfect illustration of what I really wanted to do to him.
When he grabbed my hand and brought it around the front, I didn’t need asking twice, the thrust of my hips forcing his cock through the tight grasp of my fist. There was a danger of me coming like this. One that grew more likely the longer we spent at it. All the signs were there that Laurent was a victim of the same dilemma.
Calling on a willpower I hadn’t known I possessed, I let go and separated myself from him. “Stay there. Don’t move.”
Naked, I sprinted to the bedroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the carpet in my wake. The condoms were where they always were—thank God. I made quick work of opening one and rolling it over my cock, adding lube with fingers that weren’t quite steady.
Laurent was exactly where I’d left him when I got back, spreadeagled against the shower wall like some sort of muscular water nymph sent down from heaven. It was only when he shook with laughter that I realized I’d said that out loud.
He stopped laughing when I eased myself inside him, water and lube combining to make the penetration relatively easy. Even so, I took it inch by slow inch, kissing him for a prolonged time before the gentle rocking of my hips turned to thrusts.
“Not going to last long,” I confessed after less than a minute.
“Me neither.” It was the permission I needed, my hands dropping to Laurent’s hips and my thrusts becoming hard enough to drive him up onto his toes. His hand dropped to his cock, stroking it in time with my thrusts, the shower cubicle filling with grunts and pants, and the occasional French word which, despite not knowing what it meant, was incredibly fucking sexy.
Laurent tightening around me when he came had me coming within just a few seconds of him, the two of us spending a long time getting our breath back while the water continued to rain down on us. When Laurent turned in my arms to face me with a languid expression—a clear sign he’d been well-fucked—all I could think was that here right in front of me was the person I hadn’t known I was searching for, but that fate had been kind enough to deliver to me, anyway.
I stood in the bedroom doorway, studying Laurent while he lounged on the bed in just a pair of pajama shorts that left little to the imagination. I had the book in his hands to thank for providing enough distraction that I could look my fill without him realizing.
He didn’t look up until I sauntered in there, my decision to ‘dress’ in just a towel a carefully thought through one. He frowned when he saw it. “Are you wearing that to bed?”
I smiled. “Nope. But I did want to show you something, and this makes it easier.” I whipped the sides of the towel open like the world’s least sexy stripper to give him a full frontal. “What do you see?”
“A cock.”
I spiraled my finger in the universal sign for “give me more.”
“A nice cock?”
“Try again.”
“A nice big cock?” Laurent reached out. “Come here. I can make it bigger.”
I skipped away from him. “What’s its current state?”
His lips twitched. “State? What are we talking about? Marital state? Did it ask someone to marry it? Will I find myself with another sobbing female at my door? Surely not. One is unfortunate. Two would be catastrophic.”
“Laurent…” My voice was low and contained a warning. “This is a serious question.” He pulled himself higher on the pillows, a slight look of bemusement on his face. “Is it hard?” I prompted.
“No.”
I saw when it clicked, but I got in there first. “Good. Now we’ve established that. I wanted to tell you I love you.” I let the towel drop, climbing beneath the sheets and propping myself up on one elbow. “You told me to tell you when my cock isn’t hard, so I’m telling you. And just so we’re clear on a few things, that means I’m not going to get bored with you, I’m not going to disappear one morning, and I will fight off any other men who come near you.”
Mirroring my pose, Laurent turned toward me, his expression thoughtful. “I love you too.” He seemed surprised by his own words.
“You can’t take it back,” I said quickly. “You’ve said it now.”
“I have.” He flopped onto his back. “I must be insane.”
I leaned over to kiss him, what was supposed to be brief quickly turning into something with more heat. “I think we both are, but we can be insane together.”
Chapter Twenty-seven
With everyone’s eyes on me, I swept an arm out to the side. “May I present my boyfriend?”
Finn, Cillian, and even Laurent himself all rolled their eyes in unison. Laurent went one step further in expressing his displeasure and gave me a shove. It was hard enough to send me stumbling past Cillian and onto the sofa ready to break my fall, just as Laurent had intended.
