I skidded to a halt in front of Ash’s open bedroom door. Relief slammed into me so hard that my knees went weak.
Ash was in bed but not asleep. No, he was reclined against his pillows, a pair of headphones over his ears, and a kindle in his hands.
So he was the man who never stopped…unless he was reading.
Fuck, just when I thought I couldn’t fall for him anymore, he turned around and made it happen anyway.
Sneaking up beside him, I snagged the headphones off his ears and kissed his head. “Hey.”
“Fuck me!” Ash jumped a foot in the air before glaring at me. “You scared me.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be wearing noise cancelling earphones with everything that’s going on…”
Ash didn’t reply, his gaze fixed on my lower half and mouth agape.
Puzzled, I glanced down to see what had captured his attention. It’d been surprisingly warm this morning so I’d gone for my kilt instead of trousers.
When you got to my age, you didn’t really care so much about fashion. I liked wearing kilts just not during winter. I may be Scottish, but even I had my limits.
I gave Ash an amused smile. “You okay there?”
He swallowed a couple of times before he managed to squeak his words out. “You’re wearing a kilt.”
“Aye,” I replied in bemusement. “So I am.”
He fingered the material, the kindle now forgotten on the bed. “And are you um…”
I bit the inside of my cheek to hold back my laughter. “Am I naked under here?”
His head bobbed so fast I worried it might fall off. Stepping closer to him, I leaned down and whispered huskily in his ear. “Why don’t ye find out?”
Ash’s hands slid up the back of my thighs. When he hit my bare cheeks, he gave a guttural groan. “Fuck, Lochlan. You can’t do this to me. How am I supposed to cope knowing you’re walking around like this? I just want to bend you over and fuck you while you’re wearing it.”
My cock was now tenting the material by Ash’s face. “I’m on board for just that.”
Ash’s hands froze. “Really? You mean it?”
I hadn’t bottomed for Ash yet. Whenever we’d been fooling around, he’d insisted on me fucking him. I’d thought maybe he’d changed his mind, but perhaps this was a case of miscommunication. “Really. I’m dying to feel ye inside me. But only ifyouwant to.”
“Fuck yes,” he scrambled to get up but, in his haste, managed to get tangled in the duvet.
I caught him with a chuckle before he could face plant on the floor. “Easy, tiger.”
“It’s your fault,” he said, his cheeks a similar shade to his hair. “You can’t tell me I can fuck you while you’re wearing akiltand expect me to not get excited.”
“I’m not,” I reassured him, my hands going under his shirt to tweak his nipples. “I like ye excited.”
“This bodes well for me as I’m going to beveryexcited when I get inside you,” his finger was stroking over my hole. “Meaning I’m going to last like thirty seconds.”
“That’s okay. Trust me, bràmair, we’ll be repeating this. A lot.”
My chest tightened at the way Ash’s face lit up at that. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“It’s not just about trust,” I told him, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “Iwantthis. I want you.”
I descended on his mouth, my tongue hungrily seeking out his. Both his hands were up my kilt now, one on my cock. The other between my cheeks.
“On the bed,” he said after a few minutes of this. “I want you on your knees. Face down, arse up.”