Page 52 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
“Wear this, mo ghràidh.”
I try not to let my giddiness show. That’s the second time he’s called me that. He might not realize it, but I understand what that means. I’ve watchedOutlanderenough to know the Gaelic for “my love.”
But we don’t have time to get into that right now, especially since I suspect his usage of the term was a bit unconscious on his part. I clutch that precious secret to my heart and survey Elryk’s fabulously naked body.
“What are you going to wear?”
He shrugs. “Most of this lot has seen me naked at some point or other.
It doesn’t bother me.”
“I’m not ashamed of my body. I have no problem showing it off either.”
His eyes flash red for a second, and I gasp. I had no idea they could do that!
Elryk makes that wonderful rumbling noise again and his expression turns dark. “But I dinnae want anyone else to see your beautiful naked body, only me.”
I run a hand through my disheveled hair. “You sure know how to flatter a boy.”
I let him arrange the kilt around me, which contains quite a bit more material than I realized.
Once he has me rather modestly covered, he leads the way out of the room.
Braewyn’s waiting for us on the other side, and obviously trying to fight back a very obvious smirk of satisfaction. “I see you two are getting along well now. That’s good.”
I stand tall and push my chest out as I strut down the corridor, wrapped in Elryk’s kilt and smelling like sex.
Do not pop another boner right now!I tell myself repeatedly.
I clear my throat. “Of course, we get along famously. We’re fated mates, after all. Destined for greatness and all that jazz.”
Or jizz.
I snort and try not to giggle as my mind reverts to being fifteen. This happens to me sometimes when I’m coming down from a post-orgasm high. But man, oh man, watching Elryk come like a fire hydrant all over me earlier was quite possibly one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Elryk loops his arm through mine and walks confidently at my side, utterly naked. And damn if that isn’t one hundred percent distracting.
“Are you just strolling through the castle like that?” Braewyn adds, clearly amused.
I toss my hair. “No walk of shame here, honey. We both got laid, and we’re feeling fine. Ain’t nobody gonna bring us down.”
Braewyn laughs. “It’s official. I like you.” He follows alongside us and pats Elryk on the back. “The Goddess chose well, my friend. I’m happy for you both, and I hope I get so lucky one day.”
I nearly stumble when I see a big, bright smile bloom on Elryk’s normally serious face. It’s absolutely stunning and somehow makes him even more handsome. So much so that I’m a little weak in the knees at the sight.
“You’ve got time for a quick shower, but make it fast,” Braewyn tells us.
Elryk nods and scoops me up in his arms before I have a moment to protest, and then he’s half running and half flying up the stairs to what I realize is his bedroom.
I’ve not been in here yet, but I don’t have time to look around either as he deposits me in the bathroom.
“Get in the shower. I’ll run to your room and get you some fresh clothes.
We’ve got to hurry, though.”
I sigh but do as he asks. It seems we’ll have to save more sexy fun for later.
By the time he gets back with my clothes, I’m nearly finished washing up, and I hop out of the shower as he jumps in.
