Page 56 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
We immediately fist-bump each other.
Elryk, who’s been watching this with a blank look on his face, rubs a hand over his eyes. “Dear Goddess, there’s two of them now. We’re doomed.”
“Hey,” I protest, “don’t hate on our love forHighlander.” I beam at Braewyn. “It’s the first step in developing the bro-bond between me and Braewyn.”
I fist-bump my new movie bro again and we nod in agreement.
Elryk sighs heavily.
“I’ll just go get that harness,” Braewyn offers cheerily.
Elryk shakes his head. “You’ve unleashed the monster.”
“What do you mean?”
“My best friend is a troublemaker with a bloody capital T. Now he considers you an ally and will no doubt recruit you into Goddess knows what shenanigans he thinks up.”
I grin. “Sounds fun to me.”
Braewyn practically skips back to us with what looks like some strange BDSM gear that he’s waving in his hand.
I take a step back. “Whoa, Nelly. What the hell is that? I’m not into being tied up.”
Elryk gives me a concerned look. “It’s a special harness for a gargoyle to strap someone to their body as they fly. We use it for any time we have to carry anyone without wings.”
I stare at the many straps and cross my arms defensively. “You carried me here just fine without them before.”
“That was a bit of an emergency situation,” Elryk explains. “I was able to carry you in my arms the whole way, but that isnae the safest route to take when flying. Dire situations called for expedient measures.” He tilts my chin up with a gentle hand, and the warmth of his touch makes me want to melt into him. “Please do this for me, mo ghràidh. I need to be able to keep you safe when we’re flying and have my arms free in case we encounter any danger.”
I bite my bottom lip and study the harness again.
Taking that as a sign of encouragement, Elryk continues. “For this journey, you and I will be traveling alone. The other Guardians have important preparations to undertake, and besides, the one we’re going to see… isnae too keen on having lots of visitors.”
I frown. “You mean Nessie’s a curmudgeonly hermit?”
Braewyn cackles. “Sweet Goddess! Please tell him that to his face as a special favor to me.”
“Him?” I ask. For some reason, I’d always assumed Nessie was female.
“He’s not a curmudgeon, but he is kind of a loner. Rather, he’s just a bit… unusual,” Elryk clarifies.
I can’t lie. This immediately ignites my curiosity.
With one last look at the harness I wish would go up in flames any moment, I heave a put-upon sigh. “Fine. I’ll wear the stupid harness.”
I’m rewarded with a peck on the cheek, and I relish the feel of the soft bristles of Elryk’s short beard against my cheek. The man’s too sexy for his own damn good standing in front of me, all bare-chested and in nothing but a kilt, his rippling muscles on full display.
“I feel like you need a shirt that says, ‘I’m too sexy for my kilt,’” I mutter.
“If you get me one, I’ll wear it just for you.” There’s a provocative little purr of promise in his voice that makes my cock want to stand at attention and join the party, even though I just had a mind-blowing orgasm not half an hour ago.
“Ahem.” I clear my throat. “It’s late, and we should get this show on the road.” I cock my hip and put a hand on it, which is probably not as sexy as I think given I’m swaddled in an oversized coat. “Strap me in, baby.”
“So feisty,” Braewyn says admiringly, and Elryk growls at him before yanking me into his arms.
And the Goliath fantasies just keep on coming…
But for real, the possessive vibes he’s putting out are swoonworthy—and also making me super fucking horny. Normally, I haven’t been into that with other guys. However, there’s something about Elryk’s brand of gentle protectiveness that’s not creepy or intimidating. Instead, it makes me feel cherished and secure in a way I’ve always wanted.
