Page 27 of Kiss of Smoke

It was stupid to continue with the trip, even though I hadn’t been completely conscious when I agreed to it. But now that I’d had a chance to sleep on my decision, it was obvious I’d made the wrong one. Alec had stayed away today, but maybe that wasn’t about letting me get over my “jet lag.” Maybe it was because he was tired of me alternating between weeping on his shirt and ogling him. Lachlan had gone one step further and left the castle altogether.

He was probably tired of me ogling Alec, too.

Come on my tits.

My face grew hot as images of Lachlan pumping his release onto my chest flickered through my head. He could never, ever know I dreamed such a thing. Could never know I fantasized about him jerking himself off while he watched his lover fuck me. Could never find out I wanted to know how it would feel if they switched places.

And he wouldn’t. Because I was getting on a plane and flying back to New York.

Now I just had to tell Alec. There was no way around it. Even if I managed to sneak out of the castle, I had no way of getting to Inverness, let alone booking a plane ticket on my own in a foreign country.

Squaring my shoulders, I opened my door and stepped into the hallway with its gleaming hardwood and suits of armor. Alec had pointed out all the bedrooms on our tour, explaining that he and Lachlan kept separate quarters because Lachlan was a light sleeper.

“And Lach says I snore,” he’d added with an eye roll. Of course, that immediately made me picture the two of them in bed together, their big bodies entangled beneath the sheets.

I shoved that image firmly from my head as I walked toward Alec’s room.

Then a muffled noise made me stop.

Male voices drifted from the bedroom just past Alec’s.

Lachlan was back.

Well, that should make leaving easier. He didn’t want me in Scotland in the first place. He’d probably drive me to the airport himself. With that cheery thought in mind, I followed the voices, which grew louder as I approached.

Except they weren’t speaking English…and they weren’t speaking Gaelic, either. Not quite. My understanding of the language was rudimentary at best, but I’d picked up a few phrases here and there, and this bore little resemblance to the lilting cadence Alec and Lachlan used around the office. I frowned and crept closer, straining to unravel the guttural sounds. The door was open just enough to let me see the edge of a bed and a sitting area where—

All the breath left my body.

Alec was sprawled naked in an oversize chair, his arms over his head and big hands gripping the back of the frame. Between his spread legs knelt Lachlan, his golden body equally nude as he gave Alec a blowjob hot enough to set the room on fire. His dark head bobbed up and down, and from the way his cheeks were hollowed he was sucking Alec’s cock like his life depended on it. His hands were busy, too. One pumped Alec’s shaft while the other made rhythmic thrusts under Alec’s balls.

Because he’s playing with Alec’s ass. The realization made my heart pound so hard I felt lightheaded. They were magnificent, both of them, two warriors built for battle yet sharing the most intense passion I’d ever witnessed.

Unintelligible sounds spilled from Alec’s lips as he put his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. His red-gold brows drew together and a look of ecstasy swept his features.

My panties went instantly damp, and my knees loosened. Actually loosened to the point where I darted a look at the door frame in case I needed to clutch it for support. This was hotter than the dream. Hotter than that night in the office.

And it was wholly different than anything I could have imagined. While the men were evenly matched in size and strength, Lachlan had always seemed more dominant. Harder and more aggressive. Yet here he was on his knees sucking Alec’s dick with obvious zeal. His stubble-covered jaw was stretched wide, and his muscles flexed as he absorbed every brutal thrust.

“Goin’ tae come,” Alec gasped in English.

Lachlan bobbed faster, his own erect shaft slapping his stomach as he sucked.

A creaking sound filled the air. With a start, I realized it was the chair and Alec’s grip was straining the wood. He let out a hoarse shout, then jerked his hips in a stilted rhythm.

Lachlan’s throat started working, and I couldn’t have looked away if I tried. He swallowed again and again, clearly drinking Alec down to the last drop. Above him, Alec moaned and went limp, his breaths sawing in and out of his chest. After a second, he lifted his head.

The men’s gazes locked, and an electric look passed between them. A prickling sensation slid down my nape. Something was about to happen…

Lachlan swallowed a final time. Then he surged to his feet and pulled Alec out of the chair and into a rough embrace. My eyes went wide at the sight of two broad, muscled backs and two taut, round asses. Two sets of sculpted arms. Endless bare skin.

Lachlan slanted his mouth across Alec’s and kissed him like Alec was the source of all oxygen in the world. They stood in profile, giving me a direct view of everything. Thick cocks rubbing together. Glimpses of tongue as their kiss went from hot to scorching.

Guilt and lust flooded me. It was wrong to watch them. A horrible intrusion. If I had even a shred of decency, I would turn and go back to my room.

But I couldn’t make myself move. Couldn’t tear my gaze away from the mesmerizing sight of their hard bodies locked together as they continued to kiss. When Lachlan ran a hand down Alec’s back and squeezed a firm ass cheek, I finally had to brace myself against the jamb.

Alec moaned.

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