Page 25 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
Noah starts giggling. “You’re funny.” His eyelids lower. “You’re also…hic… seriously sexy. Anyone ever told you that? Your accent could set my boxer briefs on fire, just sayin’.”
He’s drunk right now, I tell myself.He’s not seriously flirting with you.
I stop breathing when Noah moves that clumsy hand from his head and starts to trace my face, running his fingers along my jaw and brow. When he gets to the large scar on my left cheek, I flinch involuntarily.
But for some reason, the scar doesn’t seem to bother him, and he moves down to trail his fingers over my lips, then my beard.
He must be drunker than I thought.
Noah grins up at me, those honey-brown eyes focused on me in a way that’s mesmerizing. “Also, gotta say, you pull off a man-bun better than…hic… anybody I’ve ever seen—and that’s a genuine compel… commiel… compeliment,” he says, struggling a little over his words. “Lots of guys with man-buns are total douche nozzles. Snobby assholes.” He snorts. “Total wankers, as some of you say.”
My lips twitch in amusement. “Oh, aye?”
He nods. “Your man-bun looks all dig… ding… dignified. Like you’re some ancient warrior or somethin’. I like it.” He stares at me, his mouth hanging open for a moment, then sighs happily again. “Wings are…hic… fucking epic, too. Wanna touch, but don’ wanna plummet to my death. Let’s wait…hic… till we land. But then can I touch ’em?” His tone is so hopeful, and his eyes are downright pleading with me in the manner of a cute, furry animal.
I swallow a thick lump in my throat. “Aye, you can,” I tell him gruffly.
What the fuck am I thinking? I don’t let anyone touch my wings. But for some reason, I can’t say no to this gorgeous wee man.
He gifts me with a blindingly bright smile. “You’re awesome. Thanks. Oh! You can touch me too. Fair’s fair. Don’t have wings, but you could touch some other part of me.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
That immediately has my cock far too interested.
His hand drifts down my neck to my bare chest, where he starts to trace patterns on my skin that have my cock standing at full attention in time. Dear Goddess, I can’t remember the last time anyone aroused me like this, and the man isn’t even trying.
It’s dangerously distracting when I’m trying to concentrate on flying.
Because he’s utterly pissed, Noah’s also not in his right mind. I don’t know how much beer he’s had, but he cannae hold his liquor.
His happy-go-lucky drunk behavior is quite adorable.
He’sadorable.
I shake my head, trying to clear such ridiculous thoughts.
What the hell’s wrong with me tonight?
“You always go shirtless?Hic!Not complaining. Pec show’s fantastic.” He burps. “Those arms are delish.” He blinks up at mesleepily then leans in closer to whisper loudly, “Got a thing for…hic…mus… miscle… muscular men.”
He makes a purring noise that has my balls tingling.
“Mm-hmm. Like being manhandled,” he admits and starts to giggle again. “You can…hic… manhandle me if you want, my sexy savior.” The last word is punctuated by an open-mouthed yawn.
He keeps talking at me for another ten minutes before his eyelids start to droop.
“Aye, rest, and we’ll talk more later,” I say as he drifts off. “You’re safe now, Noah, and you’ve nothing to worry about.”
Within a few moments, he’s sleeping soundly in my arms, and I hold him that bit tighter as my wings work double-time to get us back to the castle.
Dawn’s breaking by the time I return with my precious cargo, and with a tired sigh, I land less gracefully than I’d like outside the entrance. Much to my relief, Noah doesn’t so much as stir. He’s out cold.
Kelwyn comes hurrying out, looking haggard and tired. It’s clear he’s not slept all night either.
He inhales sharply when he spies Noah in my arms, and then he leans against the wall of the castle with obvious relief. “You found him.”
“Aye, and just in time too,” I growl. “Some arsehole was trying to abduct him.”
I explain what happened and Kelwyn’s features harden. “They found him so damn fast. I doubt they’ll give up. Others will come sniffing around too.” He gives me a serious look. “We’ll have to keep him confined to the castle for a while.”
