Page 83 of Lorcan
He held me tight.
Much later, I extricated myself. The dried cum pulled on my skin—proof I needed to get us cleaned up.
He barely stirred as I wiped his belly, chest, and cock with a warm washcloth. I cleaned myself up as well—having already disposed of the condom.
I crawled into bed and pulled him close.
He came willingly.
We slept until morning.
When his alarm went off—twenty minutes earlier than it really needed to—I gave him agood morningblow job. Ah, maybe the twenty minuteswasneeded. Then, as he showered, I made an egg-and-sausage breakfast sandwich for him to take with him aswell as packed a lunch of leftover Chinese food into his lunch bag. A grin spread across my face as I remembered feeding him last night.
My sweetheart. My puppy.
“I hate to run.” He breezed into the kitchen with a huge grin on his face.
“All good. I need to shower and head up to the ranch. The snow barely covered the grass. And the roads are clear.”
“No snow day, eh?”
“Nope. But this weekend we need to get snow tires on your truck. We can store your regular tires in my storage locker downstairs. That’ll save the storage fee.”
He bit his lower lip, even as I took his hips in my hand and brought him closer to me.
I told him, “I need you to be safe.”
“I can ask Riley for an advance.”
“Or you can borrow the money from me.” I had more than enough to cover it in my rainy-day account. Even if he didn’t pay me back, we’d be fine.
“I don’t like owing people money.”
I kissed his temple. “I know you don’t. When you’re no longer paying rent, then you’ll be able to pay me back.”
He pursed his lips. “I want to be contributing to the mortgage. I was paying rent before—I can pay it here.”
And if you do, it’ll be easier for me to convince you to stay. That you have a stake in our home.“Let’s get the new tires on first. You’ve been to MATH Automotive, right?”
“Yeah. Hopefully, Maddie will be happy to change the tires.”
MATH Automotive shop was run by this amazing group of women. If they were too busy—which they often were—then I’d head over to Spike’s shop. “I’ll call to make an appointment. I can do that on my lunch.”
He regarded me.
I squeezed his hip.
He placed his head on my shoulder. “I don’t like being reliant on other people.”
“Because someone let you down in the past. I get it. I’m not going to let you down.”
After a moment, he sighed. “I want to write you a proper IOU, though.” He stepped back, grabbed his lunch bag, and headed to the front hall. Within moments, he had his boots and coat on.
“I love the lumberjack look.” I pointed to the red plaid.
He rolled his eyes as he donned his wool cap. “Just wait until I bulk my muscles up again.”
I pressed a hard kiss to his lips. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
