Page 57 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
I don’t know who their Goddess is, but I’m about ready to give her a big-ass offering real soon.
“Turn your back toward me,” Elryk says, “and I’ll strap you to me.”
I let myself melt into Elryk’s arms as he carefully loops the leather straps around us both at our chests, hips, and thighs. The tighter he straps me in, the more contact my ass makes with his groin in the process.
Okay, maybe I could enjoy this harness thing.
I wriggle a little bit, and he pinches my side lightly, making me yelp.
“Stay still. It’s important to get the straps done properly so you don’t fall and so your circulation isn’t cut off.”
Fucking hell. He’s so swoonalicious.
I subside and let him do his thing, although I am embarrassingly responsive when he starts working the leather over my inner thighs. Thankfully, these jeans are not as tight as the pair he destroyed, but they’re not exactly concealing my obvious response to him either. I’m grateful that Braewyn doesn’t say anything.
Once I’m fully strapped in and catch a glimpse of myself in a hallway mirror, my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Motherfucker.
“Are you kidding me? This is like the gargoyle BDSM version of a Baby Bjorn!”
My feet dangle in the air—because curse him, Elryk is considerably taller than I am. When strapped to his front, I hang from his chest like an oversized toddler.
“Kill me now,” I whine.
My supreme and utter humiliation is officially complete.
Naturally, that’s when Braewyn—the cheeky bastard—whips out his cell phone and snaps several pictures of us in quick succession.
I gasp. “Our bro-bond is broken! How dare you?”
His eyes twinkle. “This was too priceless a moment to pass up documenting it for all time.”
I make an ineffectual grab for his phone, my legs floundering in the air. “Give that to me, bastard.”
He jumps away easily and immediately starts scrolling through the pictures on his phone while laughing hysterically. “Oh, this is bloody brilliant! I think we should have it printed and blown up as a massive portrait to put in the Great Hall for everyone to see.”
I shake an impotent fist at him. “If you show that to anyone, I’ll cut your balls off!”
He smirks at me. “I’d like to see you try, short arse.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t forget I’m from Chicago, fool. I was a tiny gay boy growing up in a rough-and-tumble neighborhood. If I could deal with bullies twice my size and make them weep with regret, you don’t want to see what I could do to you.” I grin. “I play dirty and I’ll come for you when you least expect it.”
Braewyn’s eyes widen and he gulps. “Whoa. Is it wrong if I say that was kind of sexy?”
Elryk lets out a loud warning rumble, and Braewyn holds up his hands. “Sorry, sorry. I know he’s yours. It’s just I’ve always liked a feisty, slightly dangerous kind of man.”
I cross my arms awkwardly in the gargoyle Baby Bjorn I am trapped in and stare him down. “I’m epic and can kick your ass, so don’t show anyone those pictures.”
His lips twitch. “I’ll think about it.”
It’s my turn to growl.
“We need to be off,” Elryk says before giving his best friend a warning look. “I’ll deal with you later.”
Braewyn gives him a cocky salute. “Have fun on your flight and tell Nessie I said hello.”
Elryk wraps an arm around my midsection as he awkwardly shuffles the both of us outside.
